Page 63 of His Sassy Omega
“Fated mates feel an instant connection when they first touch, some describe it as a current of electricity shooting through them.”
Checkmark on that one. That had definitely happened.
“Their mate's scent is intensified, and makes it all but impossible to keep their hands off each other.”
Yeah, that had happened too. I was still staying silent, while I listened to him recite the words like he’d memorized them for a test.
“They may develop a sort of mental bond, feeling what their mates feel, such as if their mate is tired, in danger, or hurting.” He plucked at some invisible lint on his pants.
I pursed my lips. “I’ve felt all those things. I think you know that you wouldn’t have been my first choice for a mate.”
“Back at ya,” he agreed, and my wolf whined at the slight bite in his tone. There was my Quinn. My sassy omega, who I wouldn’t change one thing about for the world.
“But I’m not unhappy with Fate’s choice.” I moved then, pushed off the door, and wrapped him in my arms. He seemed to be crying again, if his face buried in my now wet shirt was any indication. I ran a hand over the back of his head, stroking his silky curls, and just holding him in silence.
He stamped his foot again. I had to keep myself from laughing at him each time he did it. It was so out of character for him, and it was so fucking adorable.
“Why the fuck am I crying? I don’t fucking cry!” he wailed and shoved away from me. He grabbed a tissue from the box on my desk, swiping at his eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but these tears stop now.”
I wrapped him in my arms again and felt him relax against me, all the fight leaving him in a little whoosh, as he sagged against me. Kissing the top of his head, I whispered, “You’re exhausted. You need to rest.”
I sank into the leather sofa in my office, pulling him down onto my lap. He squirmed until he was straddling my hips, his long legs surrounding my thighs. He rubbed against me, the heat of his groin burning me through our clothes. He rested his forehead against mine, relaxing into me. I held him, my arms wrapped around his slender back, my hands running up and down his spine.
I wanted him, but he was an emotional wreck right now. The baby issue had to have been stressing him out. That told me Quinn was more invested in our budding relationship than he wanted to admit. I was honestly just trying to not think about the baby issue for the time being. There’d be time to think about it later, and a part of me just wanted to ignore it. Just for a minute. I just wanted to enjoy the omega in my arms.
My mate. Even if I hadn’t claimed him yet, my heart certainly already had. It was exhilarating, exciting, and confusing, all at the same time. I tilted his chin up with a finger, my mouth claiming his in a kiss. It felt like I hadn’t touched him in forever, even though it had only been a few days.
My wolf had missed him. I had missed him.
“Let’s try this,” I said, placing a tiny kiss on the edge of his lips. “Let’s just date each other, and see what happens.”
He frowned at me. “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”
He sounded annoyed again and I released a sigh of relief. Annoyed, eye-rolling Quinn I could deal with. Crying, foot-stomping Quinn was on a whole different level, I wasn’t sure I was prepared for yet.
“Yes, we have,” I agreed. “With a lot of added pressure that we brought on ourselves. Let’s table the fated mate talk for now, and also the baby talk.”
His lips pursed in a little pout. “I’m listening.”
“Let’s just be us. Quinn and Lachlan. Just dating. Getting to know each other. No pressure for it to go beyond that.”
He sighed in agreement. “That actually sounds like a really good plan.”
I placed a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose, across one high cheekbone. “We both promise to be honest with each other about everything. Loves, hates, likes, dislikes, fears, and even wants. Let’s figure out if we work, without Fate throwing her two cents into the conversation.”
His eyes turned soft, the green so pure I thought I might eagerly drown in them, his lips turned up in his barely-there smile. “I’m in. Now kiss me like you mean it. I’ve missed you. And Idon’tmiss people, just so we're clear,” he sassed, and I adored him more for it because I knew it was the truth, and it somehow made mesomethingto him.
My tongue prodded at his lips before gaining entrance to the warm wetness inside. He tasted like peppermint, coffee, and Quinn. He was becoming my favorite taste. The kiss quickly turned heated, our handsroaming, tugging at clothes. Quinn broke the kiss and slid between my spread thighs, until he was on his knees in front of me. Green eyes peered up at me from beneath dark lashes.
He tugged at my belt, and I lifted my hips when he pulled at my dress slacks, demanding. No simple unzipping for my omega, he wanted my pants all the way off. I wasn’t about to tell him no. My pants and boxers were tossed over his shoulder, with a saucy flick of his wrist.
I cocked a brow at him, and he gave me a flirty smile. It should have been weird, sitting in my dress shirt and tie, and naked from the waist down in my office. Instead, it felt naughty and dirty, with my mate licking his perfect lips as he stared at my throbbing cock, less than an inch from his mouth. His red lips were puffy from our kisses, his tongue making them shiny with saliva. His breath whispered over the head of my cock, making me shiver.
“I’ve wanted to do this since that first night at the bakery. Your cock is a work of art, Lachlan.”
He ducked his head, and took half of me in one swallow, breathing through his nose. Inch by inch, he sucked and swallowed around me, until his nose was buried in my springy pubic hair.
“Fuck, Quinn.” My head rolled on the back of the sofa, my entire body doing nothing but feeling. The scorching wetness of his mouth. His tongue pressed against the veiny underside. He sucked on the spongy head, licking at the slit, and I bucked my hips into his mouth. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, and when he grabbed one of them and placed it on top of his head, I buried it deep in his curls.
