Page 12 of Such a Fierce Omega
“No, yes…” My knees buckled, and I slid down the wall to the floor, never missing a stroke, cum shooting up through my cock and painting the shower, my belly, my knees.
The cooling water pulled me from the haze of release, and I pushed myself to my knees then upright. I had to rinse the last of the stickiness from my body and then squirted some shower gel into a washcloth to rub quickly over my skin, shivering and deciding my hair did not need a shampoo. Not worth the chill.
It had been a long time since I’d fantasized about someone. Shifters were more upfront than that, generally just falling into bed if they wanted to or not if one didn’t and then moving on. At the club, people on the main floor were there to participate or watch. But this omega had me obsessed. By the time I was dried off and warmed up, I was hard again. If he chose not to act on our connection, I was going to be hurting.
Chapter Eleven
Blaze
I’d never been more thankful for a night off. My feet and body needed a break. The break came with the absence of seeing Darsh but, as the night waned, I decided to take a chance. He knew who and more importantly what I was now and didn’t care that I was half tiger.
I hadn’t asked him about his days off. If he was working, he wouldn’t answer or would text me back. At least, that’s what I hoped.
That morning we’d talked like people who had known each other forever. Yes, I was absolutely attracted to him, in a feral way, but more than that, we were building a friendship. If he was my mate, there was some element of friendship there. There had to be.
It took an hour of pacing and half a pint of generic ice cream before I made the decision and called him.
“One second, omega.” I heard the bass of the club behind him and then the sound of him walking and finally a door close. Oh, damn. He called me omega. I swore, every damned thing he did turned me on. “I was going to call you later, since I didn’t know if you were sleeping. I’m on my way out.”
“I’m sorry. You can call me later.”
“No way. I’m getting into my car. It’s a short drive. Stay with me, please.”
Always. I would stay with him always.
True to his word, in only a few minutes, he was home. He talked to me on the way about how there was someone who called in sick, one of the monitors for the electricity play station, and he had to fill in. No rest for an owner, he said.
He put me on hold to shower and then said he settled in bed.
I’d always dreamed of these kinds of phone calls. Ones that never ended. Waned way into the wee hours of the morning. Sharing secrets. Saying things that were hard to voice face to face.
“What are you doing now, Blaze? I’ve been doing all the talking.”
“I just got into bed. I took a nap earlier but I’m going to try to sleep at night if I can on my days off.”
He chuckled. “Do you need to go?”
“No,” I answered, maybe too quickly. I had no pride when it came to Darsh. No cool either. “I wanted to talk to you.”
“Tell me about yourself. Are you from the city? Did I miss you all this time? I hate to think I walked past and never noticed you.”
I blew out a breath. I hadn’t talked to anyone about this. “I lived in a pack most of my life. Up until about three months ago, actually.”
“Why did you leave? I’m glad you did but why?” I heard him shift in bed. What did he wear for sleeping? Pajamas? Only those sexy, low-slung pajama pants? Boxers? Nothing at all?
“My omega father, the tiger part of my equation, died while giving birth to me. I was left in a blanket shortly after at my father’s wolf pack gates. My very mated alpha wolf father.”
“Oh, omega. How awful. I can’t imagine he was pleased to see you. His secret was blown to pieces.”
I shook my head even though he couldn’t see it. Less than pleased was the most decent way to express the fact that my father hated my guts, not because of who I was but because of the mistake he’d made–and the fact that my existence was him getting caught in that mistake.
“They were okay to me when I was little. His omega wasn’t mean to me but he showed me no affection like his other children. No one could blame him.”
Darsh moved and I heard footsteps. “Sorry. It was a bit warm in here. I opened a window.”
“Don’t you love sleeping with an open window?” I asked, glancing over at my own window letting the cool breeze flow inside.
“I do. It makes for a good night’s sleep as well. Tell me more, Blaze. What made you leave your pack and go out on your own?”
