Page 25 of His Pretty Omega
Taking a deep breath, I glanced over at him, rubbing a hand over my face and scratching my beard.
“I need coffee,” I muttered, stretching and making my way to my kitchen. The coffee machine was gurgling loudly when I heard his paws coming down the hall, his claws making clicking noises against my hardwood floors.
His body was long and sleek, heavily muscled, his fur different shades of tan and brown, while his muzzle was black. He was a stunning creature, graceful, yet deadly.
Wanna run, my wolf howled at me.
Blowing on the dark, steaming brew in my cup, I casually watched as Seth prowled around the room,sniffing here and there, before flopping down on the floor in front of my front window. A stream of sunlight bathed him, and he sighed in contentment, laying his head on his paws.
“Wanna go run?” I drained the dregs of my coffee and placed my cup in the sink. Seth’s head came up and he stared at me with his gold eyes, blinking slowly. “You want to get dressed first?”
Another rumble of irritated noise and a yawn.
“Okay, guess not. I’ll just go get some clothes on and grab some for you.”
We could just stay in my backyard, but something told me that wasn’t what my mate wanted or needed. He didn’t have that much time left where he could safely shift before he would be too far along. It wouldn’t hurt to let my wolf out and run with him.
Ten minutes later, I was dressed and had gathered up Seth’s discarded clothes and put them in a bag. He was waiting by the door that led from my kitchen to my garage and promptly jumped into the back seat of my car and stretched out when I opened the door for him.
As soon as I parked at the public access site to the woods, Seth was up and pawing at the door.
“Patience,” I urged, opening the door and letting him out. He ran for the woods, then looked back and let out a sound that I could only describe as a scream. Then hegrinned, showing off his sharp teeth, and tossed his head at me.
“I’m coming,” muttering, I quickly shed my clothes, locking my car and putting my keys in a pouch around my neck. It was still fairly early and there were only a few cars here now. Calling forth my wolf, my muscles and bones shifted, fur sprouting across my body until I stood on four paws. My Mexican gray wolf was smaller than most of the wolves that lived in Sweet Alps, and leaner, but we could be just as deadly if we needed to. But I wasn’t sure I’d win in a fight with my cougar mate.
Once Seth saw that I had shifted he sprang into action and was off, disappearing into the leafy tree line. My wolf took the bait, hot on his heels, but he was much faster. Finally, I had to concede that I wasn’t going to catch up with him. Sitting on my haunches, I panted harshly. I wasn’t sure how fast my mate’s cat was, but he was way faster than my wolf.
Not liking that we could no longer see our mate, I took off at a slow walk, still trying to catch my breath. Another scream echoed through the air, causing the birds in the trees to take flight.
“I hate when he does that,” a voice had my wolf turning his head towards the couple walking my way. Asher Pierce had a hold of his twins' little hands, while they toddled next to him, and a gigantic bear lumbered behind them.
Asher shook his head. “I swear he just likes making noise sometimes, screaming because he can.”
The bear, who I knew was his mate, Gabe Carmichael seemed to agree. Seth came trotting up then, looking pleased with himself and I swore he was preening. The two little boys squealed when they saw him, trying to break free from their omega father’s hold.
“Kitty, kitty!” They cried in unison, and Asher sighed loudly, but let go of their hands.
“Seth, no more screaming. It’s way too early for that nonsense,” Asher admonished good naturedly.
Seth gave us a slow blink, then plopped down so he was more level to the boys, who swarmed him. They pulled at his fur, patted him a bit roughly in my opinion, and one even climbed on his back like he was a horse. Seth didn’t seem to mind, taking it all in stride. He was patient with the toddlers, gentle even with them, and I got a glimpse of the kind of father he was going to be to our child.
Finally, Asher insisted the boys had bothered the “kitty” enough and pulled the boys off of him. Seth stood, stretched his back, extended his paws and showed off what looked like deadly claws.
“Thanks for letting them maul you,” Asher told him, grinning. “See you Monday.”
Seth let out a soft chuff and the little family continued on their way, turning in the direction I knew there was a body of running water. I sometimes cooled off there inthe summer, but that water had to be icy right now. We’d had some warmer days, but there was still snow covering patches of the landscape.
Seth whined then, and my poor mate suddenly looked done in. He needed food, and maybe a nap. It was Saturday and we could afford to be lazy.
Letting out a yip in response, I wished our bond was stronger, and we could hear each other’s thoughts. We’d get there. I was already starting to sense his emotions across our bond.
Seth rubbed his head under my chin, purring, and my wolf did a happy little dance. My mate was marking me. He rubbed his head over my face and down my neck, paying extra attention to my scent gland.
Soon we would mate claim each other, placing our bite over each other’s gland and letting the world know we belonged to each other.
Chapter Eleven
Seth
