Page 81 of His Sassy Omega
“About four weeks,” Quinn and I answered together, moving to the sofa in the library. Quinn sat forward, elbows on his knees, muscles tightly coiled. I rubbed a hand down his back, soothing, and because I needed to touch him.
Finn quirked a brow at us. “That was specific. Either you’ve only had sex once, or something happened four weeks ago.”
“About four weeks,” I reiterated. “Give or take.”
“I’ve never had my birth control fail.” Quinn breathed out. “Never.”
Finn sat down on my coffee table, in front of my mate. “These things do happen, for various reasons. Were you in heat?”
Quinn shook his head. “No, my heat isn’t due for a couple of months.”
Finn nodded. “I’ve heard of…” His eyes shot to me, and I shrugged at him. I wasn’t sure what he was asking me. “I’m sorry, Lachlan shared that he might have met his fated mate. I assume that he was speaking of you?”
Quinn nodded, his fingers digging into his thighs so hard, I was afraid he was going to leave bruises. I took one of his hands in mine, and squeezed it tightly, trying to be comforting, or reassuring, I wasn’t sure which. I just needed him to know I was there, that I had him. Whatever happened, we were in this together.
“I’ve heard of cases of fated mates that have heats triggered at their first meeting. Sometimes it’s been described as a mini-heat. Not a full heat, with all the signs, but enough to allow a pregnancy to take hold. Did you experience any symptoms of your heat, even mildly, after meeting Lachlan?”
Quinn rubbed his free hand over his face, thinking back to our first time, in his bakery kitchen. His head swung up, and I could tell he remembered something. “I was hot, sweating. The first time we met, when we were arguing, and then we touched hands. I remember being overly hot and sweating. I thought it was because I’d been in the kitchen. I own The Sweet Spot,” he tacked on for Finn’s benefit.
“I love that place!” Finn gushed, a goofy grin on his face. “Your muffins make me happy.”
I shot my brother an annoyed look. “Don’t talk about my mate’s muffins.”
Quinn rolled his eyes at me. “You’re a dork.”
Instead of answering, I placed a soft kiss on his temple.
“Did anything else happen that was out of the norm for you?” Finn got his mind off Quinn’s muffins, and back to the matter at hand.
I felt my cheeks heat up. “I knotted him.”
God, this was fucking embarrassing. My brothers and I, well Finn and I, didn’t talk about our sex lives, at least not in detail. Or at all. I kept telling myself he was a doctor, but he wasn’t Quinn’s doctor, and he was my brother. “Our first time…ummm…when we had…”
Finn held up a hand to stop my stammering. “I get it. Not unusual for an alpha.”
“It was for me.” I kept my eyes focused on Quinn, and our entwined hands. “I’ve never…ah, I’d never knotted anyone before.”
“Ever?” My brother couldn’t hide his astonishment, and I felt my face grow fiery with heat.
“I popped his knot cherry,” Quinn snarked. Finn started laughing so hard, he ended up wiping at tears in his eyes.
“Kill me now,” I muttered.
“I’m sorry,” Finn gasped, trying to catch his breath, “But, really, Lach? Never? Damn! That makes me a little sad.”
I rubbed at my heated face. “Can we just move on, please? I knotted him, and the condom broke, because I didn’t have a knotting one.”
“Because you’d never popped your knot?” My brother rubbed it in some more.
“Oh. My. God. Please stop.”
Quinn laughed along with Finn. “Popped his knot. I love it. I bet that’s what all the cool kids are calling it these days.”
“I hate you both.”
Finn finally sobered up, and so did Quinn, yawning into his hand. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.”
I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost eleven. Quinn had been up for almost twenty-one hours, if he kept to his usual schedule today, which I knew he had. He had to be running on straight adrenaline and nerves. It was almost Christmas day, and we had breakfast at his parents’ in a few hours. Oh Goddess, I was going to meet his parents for the first time, knowing Quinn was pregnant. This was going to go well. If my mom had smelled it, I would bet money his mom would be able to also. Or Gigi. That terrified me the most.
