Page 58 of His Sassy Omega
“You did not wake him up and tell him he had to go. Oh, my Gawd! Quinn! I’m dying here. I can just picture his face! I bet he was pissed! Because I would have been hella salty if some alpha hole did that to me. There would have been hell to pay.”
“I had shifted in my sleep, and it freaked me out. He was stroking my fur, and it was really nice. I got freaked out.”
“Let’s circle back to the fated mates thing. Can he smell you? Even with your birth control?”
Omega birth control, while stopping our heats, also muted our natural scent. Most people, most alphas, would barely be able to smell an omega who used birth control. But Lachlan had smelled me.
“Yes, he most definitely smelled me. Strongly.”
“Holy shit!” Wade gasped.
“There’s more.” I hesitated, even bit my lower lip a little, nibbling. It was a bad habit of mine, and I only did it when nervous, or extremely stressed. I was both right now.
“I’m not sure I can take any more, but I never want this conversation to end.”
I rolled my eyes at him again, not even caring he couldn’t see me. “I…so…umm…”
“Quinn, I’ve never heard you like this before. Do I need to come over there? Are you all right?” He sounded truly worried about me. I rubbed a hand through my hair. I didn’t blame him. I was a little worried about me, too. I was finally going to admit to certain things I’d ignored, and I was going to say the words out loud.
Out loud made them real in a bigger way. I took a deep breath, and just started rambling. I needed to get the words out fast or I wouldn’t be able to get them out at all.
“Not only could he smell me, but I wanted him. Like my ass gushed slick, and I wanted to tear his clothes fucking off him and climb him like a tree. I did climb him like a tree. I climbed him and licked him, and lost my fucking mind over him. I was burning up, and so fucking wet, and I couldn’t get enough of him, and I came so hard, and so many times, and I wanted his knot and I wanted him to claim me. Bite my gland and make me his mate.”
Fuck not telling him the intimate details. I took some ragged gulps of oxygen, trying to fill my lungs back up. I was pretty sure I hadn’t breathedthrough all those words spilling out of me. I waited for Wade to saysomething, but it was back to crickets.
“Say something!” I shouted into the phone.
“I’m trying to not picture Lachlan naked in any of that.” Wade made a gagging noise in the back of his throat. “I mean he’s hot, don’t get me wrong. All the Sinclairs are, but he’s my boss.My boss.Ick. But, then I’m like damn, that’s super hawt, and I’m fanning myself over here. Then I remember you’re talking aboutLachlan, and I’m back to ick. Then I’m likeshit, Quinn has afated mate, and wow! Quinn, of all people, who doesn’t believe in any of this. And hey, I might get to be an uncle someday. That was a lot to process.”
“Tell me about it,” I rubbed at my temples, where a stress headache, or a tired headache, or a Wade headache, was forming. I sorted through his words and landed on the one that terrified me the most. “And, no you will not be an uncle someday. Not happening. No babies for me,” I hissed.
I mean I liked kids, don’t get me wrong. They were cute, for the most part, when they weren’t shrieking their heads off in a grocery store, five aisles away, making my back molars hurt. I just knew, without a doubt, I didn’t want any. I’d never felt the need to have any. Ever. I shuddered. That’s why I was on birth control. I liked sex a whole hell of a lot more than I liked kids. I knew omegas were supposed to want kids, it was in their nature, but it was never something I’d craved. Not even when we’d been kids, and Wade had insisted we played house. I was more than happy to let him carry the baby doll around, and pretend to take care of it.
“Hmmm.” Wade hummed, and I could picture his finger tapping his lip. “About that.”
I scowled, even though he couldn’t see my face. He’d known I’d rolled my eyes, so I was hoping he could feel my scowl. “About what?”
“You do know Lachlan wants kids, right? I mean that man’s biological clock is ticking. Loudly. Between his age, and his mom, the pressure is on for him. He’s expected to keep the Sinclair line going.”
I gulped. Well…that was unfortunate news.
It was way too soon in our…relationship to talk about kids. He hadn’t said a word about them when Gigi had pulled her nonsense yesterday. That would have been a perfect opportunity for us to have had that discussion.
“He’s got three brothers that can carry on the line,” I pointed out. “Let one of them procreate.”
“Hmmm,” Wade said again, and it was starting to irk me.
Yes, he knew a lot about Lachlan, more than me. Yes, he was privileged to some of the workings of the Sinclair inner circle, but enough with the hmmming.
“What does that mean?” I demanded, putting as much irritation in my voice as I could.
“Well, let’s just say Brendan likes being called Daddy, but not by any offspring. Finn is never going to find anyone with that stick up his ass and his personality. And, Jamie, well, he’s the baby so he gets let off the hook for most anything. Nope, all eyes are staring at Lachlan for the first round of grandbabies, and soon. And he loves kids. I mean helovesloves them. Anytime anyone brings their babies to the office, he’s first in line to hold them. I know he doesn’t want to be having kids when he’s fifty.”
“Fifty?” I muttered. “He’s only thirty-eight for fuck’s sake. He doesn’t have one foot in the grave.”
Not that fifty was old. Fuck, I’d seen some men I wouldn’t mind calling Daddy a few times. If I was into calling anyone Daddy, which I wasn’t. Didn’t stop me from saying “Hello Daddy” to myself, when I saw a silver fox out at a store.
“Regardless of the reason, he really does want kids. Soon.” Wade's voice had taken a quiet tone. “We’ve talked about it a lot. I’m sorry, Quinn. You guys should probably talk about this. Figure out if it’s a deal-breaker for either one of you.”
