Page 50 of Omega's Reluctant Mate
“We await your arrival then.”
I disconnected the call and watched London through the windows. Soon I’d be at the flat, and with Corey.
I wanted to talk with him; discuss our days and decompress. I wanted to pull him onto my lap and breathe in his comforting scent until his mere presence healed the frayed edges of my nerves.
My cock twitched.
I blinked, confused. There were only a handful of thoughts that garnered that kind of reaction, and none of them had been involved.
After a moment I decided that it was nothing and resumed thinking of ways I wanted to spend the evening with Corey.
We’d have dinner, maybe wine if he was interested. Then we could retire to the sitting room. I’d ask him how he liked the gardens, and if there was a particular thing he wanted to do in the morning.
His smile and his scent would be enough to make the afternoon of heated negotiations worth it.
I visualized his lips, and wondered if they were as soft as they looked. How would they feel against me as I kissed him?
I almost groaned aloud as my cock stiffened at the thought of kissing Corey.
Then it hit me. The spark, the understanding that there was a real connection between us. My cock was hard, and I was imagining kissing my omega.
My omega, my fated mate.
The mating urge hit me, and like everything else, it wasn’t anything like I’d expected.
Instead of the immediate desire to claim and breed hitting me like a tsunami, my urge was a rising tide of longing—a need for all the little things a life with him would include.
I wanted Corey beside me for the rest of my life. I wanted a home and family with him. I wanted to come home every day and see his smiles, and listen to him tell me about the dogs.
Hell, I wanted a dog, because I knew that would make him smile more. And because he’d shown me what joy they brought to my life.
I wanted to hear him moan my name as I made love to him, knowing that I was bringing him that much pleasure. I wanted to see my mark on his neck, and the same early-morning light highlighting his round stomach as our baby grew inside him.
I groaned, and felt my cheeks heat as the driver looked at me in the rear view mirror.
Part of me wanted to cry with relief. The uncertainty had ended. Another part of me wanted to shout with joy. I was a man in love, and my fated mate was waiting for me.
The remainder of the ride seemed to take an eternity, sedan crawling through the congested streets. Finally we reached the flat, and I didn’t wait for either the driver or Henri to open the doors.
I strode in, trusting my instinct to follow my mate’s scent, and found him curled up on one of the large chairs in the library with an ereader propped on his knees.
Corey spotted me and smiled, and my heart melted.
This beautiful man was mine. He was the one omega in the whole world that fate had chosen for me, and I’d almost pushed him away out of fear.
What an idiot I’d been.
I strode over, leaned in and lifted his chin.
Corey’s lips were as soft as I’d imagined as I kissed him for the first time.
He let out a startled noise, which quickly turned into a happy hum. The ereader clattered to the floor, abandoned in favor of him wrapping his arms around my neck.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” I whispered as the kiss ended.
“You’re worth the wait,” he replied. Then he pulled me into another kiss, and I melted into his embrace.
Corey’s lips parted against mine, and I took the invitation for what it was, sliding my tongue into his mouth and exploring him.
