Page 30 of His Sassy Omega
“It’s never been an issue before,” I told him.
“You’ve never knotted anyone?” His voice was incredulous.
“Nope. You’re the first.” I nibbled on his neck again, breathing in his scent. I couldn’t get enough of him. His scent, his taste, all of him. Warm, gooey cookies and cinnamon.
He side-eyed me, assessing the truth of my statement.
“Huh.” He finally must have decided I was telling him the truth.
“So,” I broached again, “dinner tomorrow?”
“I don’t need a thank you fuck dinner. We had sex. It was great, now it’s done, no need to go out on a date.”
Was he for real right now?
I was angry, and mystified by him, at once.
“I want to take you out,” I argued, sounding harsher than I’d meant to. I’d never had to work so hard to get someone to eat dinner with me. “I’d planned to ask you out tonight, after the tasting.”
“No,” he mumbled into his crossed arms, eyes closed.
“No?” I couldn’t believe I was having to beg. He was my mate – myfatedmate – I shouldn’t have to work this hard to buy him a steak. “You won’t even let me buy you dinner?”
I wasn’t going to give up that easily. Why was he making everything so hard? I stretched my back – I was too old to be fucking on random furniture – and he hissed when my knot caught on his rim roughly. “Sorry.”
“Not tomorrow night. Saturday works better for me,” he clarified. “We’re closed on Sunday. I can stay out later.”
It took me a minute to catch up with his brain. Was he saying yes to dinner? To an actual date? Had I heard him correctly? Thankfully, while we’d gone back and forth about me feeding him, my knot deflated. I slipped from his body in a squelching rush of slick and cum.
His knees trembled, and I scooped him up in my arms bridal style, and he let out an unmanly squawk. I shifted him a little because while he was thin, there was a lot of him, and he wasn’t as light as he looked.
Quinn glared at me fiercely, even as his arms wrapped around my neck tightly.
“Put me down,” he ordered. I swooped down and stole a quick kiss instead.
“Nope. You’re very bossy for an omega,” I observed.
He glared at me, and it was too cute. He was adorable when he was being bossy. It was probably safer if I kept that thought to myself.
“Bathroom?” I asked instead, spinning with him in my arms, looking around. We both needed to clean up. He pointed with his head, still glaring at me with his green eyes. I hid a grin, because man, did he look gorgeous all riled up. I might have to push his buttons just for the fun of it.
It was a tiny bathroom he’d pointed me to, and we both barely fit, even with the door open. It contained only a toilet, small vanity, and a sink. I cleaned up with the hand towels he’d pointed to, and backed off when he bared his teeth at me when I tried to help clean him up. I knew when to pick my battles.
When we were clean enough, we made our way back to the kitchen, where our clothes were in discarded piles.
I felt a bit awkward as we dressed, neither of us speaking. He yawned, and I glanced at my watch. It was close to nine.
“Can I take you home?” I offered.
He shook his head, glancing over at the mess on the floor. “I need to clean up first. Good thing I locked the door when you came in.”
“I’ll help.” I didn’t want the night to end, and I didn’t want to leave him. “I made the mess.”
I started to pick up what remained of the brownies, contemplating tossing one into my mouth.
“The five-second rule has passed,” Quinn smirked, using a broom and dustpan to gather most of the mess off the floor.
I felt my face flush at being caught, tossing the brownie onto the pile he had swept up. “I wasn’t going to eat it.”
