Page 23 of Such a Fierce Omega
“Yes, alpha.” He moved slowly but didn’t balk, and let his jeans over his hips and down. “And my undershorts?”
“Leave them for now.” I reached out and drew him into place. “We’ll get started slowly and see how it goes.”
“Yes, sir.” His head drooped toward the floor on one side, his legs on the other, and that sexy rounded butt invited me to do just what I did.
I rubbed circles on it while telling him how exciting he was, how hard he made me, and more. His cock hardened, showingme I was on the right track when I began to smack on those cotton-covered cheeks. Slowly then faster, hard enough to sting, but nothing too much. My toy bag still sat where I’d set it on the floor. There would be no floggers or bindings tonight. Just my hand and his butt, building in intensity. When he writhed, I worked his shorts down and admired the reddening handprints on his skin, but for a first time, we’d done enough, so I covered his cheeks again and stood him up to adjust his jeans. “Very nice, omega,” I said, bringing him back to my lap but to sit this time. “You were so brave.”
He snuggled into my arms and let out a long sigh. “I liked it, but it didn’t really hurt.”
“We have to save something for next time.” Then I kissed him and we sat together for a long time, just talking and making out.
Chapter Nineteen
Blaze
I stopped working to take another sip of water. My thirst had been out of control for the last couple of weeks. And I was tired. So damned tired. I got off work around midnight, and Darsh wanted to take me home, but he had monitoring duty. Friday and Saturday nights were the busiest for the club and he often had to monitor. They never wanted anyone to feel unsafe. He waved at me but couldn’t leave.
Life called.
I went to his home, since it was closer and I was ready to pass out. Since I was staying there most nights, I had clothes to change into. I got in, showered, and passed out. No dinner. No downtime. No bingeing my favorite series. Just sleep.
Hours later, the bed dipped beside me. “I’m sorry. I tried to get in as gently as possible.”
“Try all you want,” I said. “My tiger scents you the moment you come in.”
He scooted over, making himself the big spoon, and kissed the back of my neck. Then he sniffed me, nothing new. But then he sniffed again in my hair. Before I could protest, he picked up my wrist and pushed his nose against it.
“What?” I asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me, love?” He asked, sitting up.
“Tell you what? Do I stink?”
He chuckled
I turned over, awake now. “What?”
“Your scent has been changing over the last few weeks,, and I originally assumed it was because of our bond but this is sweeter. Hasn't your tiger told you?”
“Told me what?”
“That you’re carrying our pup, Blaze.”
Well now I was really awake. “You know this from smell?”
“I do. I’m going to get a test.”
“Now? It’s…I don’t know what time it is.”
Darsh kissed my lips. “It’s three but something has to be open in this city. I’ll be back.”
I drifted in and out of sleep while he was gone. My tiger woke me up when he came in again and I heard the rustle of the plastic bag. He must’ve been successful. An alpha on a mission.
“Are you going to make me get up?” I groaned.
“Please?” He asked. “All you have to do is pee on it.”
“And no matter what the test says, you’ll let me sleep afterward?”
