Page 15 of Such a Fierce Omega
When we arrived at his home, I instantly smelled something delicious. “I kept it simple,” he said, shrugging one shoulder. Abundant but simple.”
“What did you make?” I asked, walking behind him to enter the kitchen. His place was neat and clean but clearly lived in. I noticed a video game console near the TV and controllers charging on a stand. I had seen a couple of memes that claimed a gamer and a reader were a match made in heaven. We each had our own hobbies and could enjoy them in the same area, taking breaks to reconnect.
Darsh seemed to be perfect for me in every way.
“I made boneless pork ribs and a meatloaf, in case you don’t like one or the other. Mashed potatoes. Macaroni and cheese. Salad. Yeast rolls, but they were frozen. They had to rise and bake, but it’s kind of cheating. Then a store-bought chocolate pecan pie.”
“It’s not cheating. You put in the work. Thank you for going through all this trouble. I’m feeling uneasy that I didn’t contribute a single thing.”
“Of course you did.” He sauntered over with heat in his eyes. My skin broke out in goose bumps. His warm fingers grazed my arm. “You are here. That’s all I need tonight.”
Our eyes locked for a breath of a moment before his gaze slid to my lips. I’d never kissed an alpha. I’d never kissed anyone. Everyone in the pack kept their distance and I had no friends much less a lover.
“Omega, may I kiss you?”
I nodded. “Yes, please.”
He and I were the same height. He drifted forward as my stomach pulled taut in anticipation. My head got fuzzy. I took a breath scared that I would pass out. Then his soft lips touched mine, barely at first. He pulled back. I whimpered. He answered my unspoken call for more, this time kissing me with a heightened fervor. I turned my head, letting my body take the lead, deepening the kiss. Darsh reached around my body and pressed me against him.
I broke the kiss, overwhelmed. “That was incredible,” I said, lightheaded. Heat surged through my body, and I wanted more. That scared me. Darsh was my mate, but he hadn’t brought it up. My naivete in mating and mates was an issue, I constantly questioned myself about.
“Yes, it was.”
“I probably wasn’t so good at it. I’ve never…”
Darsh’s eyes widened. “You’ve never what, omega?”
“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” I admitted, face burning. He’d probably kissed a lot of omegas.
“Hey,” he said, searching my eyes. “I don’t know what you were thinking but your tiger is uneasy. That was incredible, omega. I’m honored that you would share your first kiss with me.”
“You are?” I asked.
“Very much so. Should we eat? I’m starving and after dinner, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Excitement zipped through me. I’d never received a surprise except surprise, you’re a tiger instead of a wolf. “You do?”
“I do. Now, let’s sit. Is there anything you don’t like?”
“No. I eat anything.”
My mate. My alpha nodded. “Sit down, please. Let me fill your plate.”
I felt my eyebrows bunch over my head in confusion. “Fill my plate?” Darsh was turning the tables on everything I thought I knew and had heard about alphas.
“My wolf would very much like to feed you, but I’ll settle for making you dinner. Allow me, please?”
Please. “Okay. Thank you.”
I sat down while he heaped two plates with food and I waited and watched as he placed a plate of streaming hot rolls at the center of the table along with three kinds of butter. One garlic. One salted. One with honey. He explained them all to me. My inner skeptic wondered if there was a catch but I had to put that aside. Darsh had proven to be nothing but sincere, kind, and loving.
I had to believe that I deserved this kind of book-worthy man.
One bite of the meatloaf and I knew how good a cook my alpha was. The flavors exploded in my mouth and before I tooka second bite, I looked at him. A new hunger blazed in his eyes, one that had nothing to do with food. “What?” I asked.
“I’m happy you like my food. It’s important to me.”
“It’s delicious, Darsh. It really is.”
