Page 44 of His Sassy Omega
The wounds Leo had left me with were still raw, and I didn’t know if I had the strength to go through any of it again. His betrayal had stung, but for all the wrong reasons. My instincts had been spot on with him, and I should have listened to my gut. For a minute, I’d wanted a taste of what Isaw others have, to maybe settle down and make a life with someone. But Leo hadn’t really wanted me, he’d wanted what he thought I would have in my bank account in a few months. It all had left me with a bad taste in my mouth, trust issues, and self-doubt.
My brain wasn’t wired the same as most omegas. I’d never had a desire to settle down with an alpha, to have babies, to give so much of myself to another person. I didn’t even like to cuddle or hold hands, or any of that mushy shit.
I was the worst omega in history, and I was okay with that. Until Lachlan had burst into my life. Making me want things, knowing I was so far from what he wanted.
I sighed, flopping on my pillow like a fish thrown to the shore. Resisting the urge to reach over and snag the pillow Lachlan had been using, just to fall asleep with his scent in my nose.
I wouldn’t do it. Who did that? Who sniffed the sheets after you’d fucked someone?
Apparently, I did.
I grabbed the pillow he had used, and brought it to my face, inhaling his scent. The smell of him filled my senses, citrus and musk and a scent that was allhim. It immediately cured the churning in my stomach, filling me with a sense of warmth, andrightness. I wasn’t washing these sheets for a week. I wanted to come home and roll around in the smell of him until it faded to nothing. A fission of need snaked down my belly, shooting straight to my cock. Blood rushed to it, plumping, and hardening it.
I stroked my hard cock, my hand running up my length, then down. Adding a twist to the head, on the upward slide. I closed my eyes, head turned into the pillow, breathing in his scent, remembering his hands on me. The words he had whispered against my skin. His tongue touching me in my most intimate place, his cock filling me, his knot stretching me.
Locking us as one.
I came hard, my breathing harsh in the quiet of the room, scalding ropes of cum covering my belly. I lay panting, drifting in the bliss for a minute, before wiping my hand on the sheet, and falling into a dreamless sleep.
The blaring of my alarm clock had me groaning. I was supposed to be at Gigi’s in an hour.
It was our Sunday thing, as she called it. It was really me showing up with a boatload of her favorite cookies, while she held court in the main rec building of her retirement community.
I could complain all I wanted, but I did love spending a couple of hours each week in my grandmother’s company. She was a cool old lady, feisty as hell, and I adored her with every cell of my body.
I just wanted to keep dozing, though. Basking in the scents of Lachlan, and me, mixed together. Next week was going to be beyond busy for the bakery, and I was still groggy and nursing a slight headache.
But I knew Gigi would be on the phone, calling me if I didn’t arrive on time. If I was even ten minutes late, she was calling me. I groaned, stretching my aching limbs. I could spare a couple of hours for her. It would probably do me good anyway. She and her gaggle of girls, as they liked to be called, were a hoot to hang with. They always had me laughing and blushing, and I always left there with a smile on my face.
I had just thrown on a pair of raggedy sweats, after a quick shower to wash off all the dried cum from my hair and body, when someone decided it was a good idea to pound on my front door. It sounded like a damn swat team was on my front porch. Annoyed, I yanked my door open.
Lachlan standing there, holding a big white bakery box, was the last thing I’d expected to see.
Chapter Thirteen
Lachlan
My feet pounded into the earth as I ran. To say I was angry didn’t even touch the surface of what I was feeling. I was pissed as hell right now, and equally confused. Quinn ran hotter than hell one minute, and cold as ice the next. He infuriated me, even while my body burned for him. I’d be lying if I said him tossing me out on my ass hadn’t been a bruise to my ego.
What in the fuck had that even been about? We’d had a nice dinner. He’d been relaxed, flirty, and fun. He’d seemed open to the possibility of us admitting that maybe, possibly, we could be fated mates. Even his asshat of an ex showing up, and my out-of-character behavior in handling the douche hadn’t seemed to faze him. In fact, I’d say my brutish display of alpha had even turned him on.
The sex between us was mind-blowingly good. More than good. The best I’d ever had. I’d knotted him twice now, something I’d not managed to do with any other partner. Ever. My mind drifted to when Quinn had held my hands down, putting pressure on them. Desire had swirled through my body so fast it had nearly made me dizzy. When he’d tied my hands,I’d wanted it. I’d trusted him completely, without thinking about it or questioning it.
I’d let my guard down, and let him do what he’d wanted. It’d been so good, so much more than anything I’d ever felt before. I’d loved the feeling of not being able to touch him, of having to lay there, and let him do whatever he’d wanted to my body. To let go, to not be in control, to just feel. It had been amazing, and I wanted more of it. I wanted him to do all the wicked things he wanted, to me.
Desires I’d long since pushed to the farthest corners of my mind, to be locked away forever, swirled to the surface. Quinn, tying me in silky bonds, my cock enfolded in his mouth, while he fucked me with a thick dildo. Quinn, replacing the dildo with his cock, making me take it while I bucked beneath him.
Fuck! I had to stop running and rest my hands on my knees, breathing harshly. My cock throbbed in my sweats, hard and aching, tenting the front.
“Lachlan, come inside.”
My mom’s voice was like ice water on my sexual haze. My head shot up, eyes wide, and I realized I was stopped in front of her house. She was standing at the front door, warm yellow light spilling behind her. Her robe was tied tightly against the cold air.
I had no idea why she was up at this unholy hour of the morning, even by her standards it was early, but I had a bone to pick with her too.
“I don’t know exactly what scheme you have dreamed up for Christmas Eve dinner, but call it off now.” I growled, brushing past her, into the warmth of my childhood home. The door closed softly, blocking out the cold. I didn’t stop my long-legged, angry strides until I was in the kitchen, a cup of coffee poured.
“Creamer is in the fridge, you know where.” My mom’s voice was calm, tinged with a hint of amusement. She sat down at the kitchen table and picked up her cup of coffee, eyes glued on me over the rim. “You’re out early this morning.”
