Page 4 of Omega Dragon Manny
Most alphas I knew gave off aggressive vibes, especially when they were unmated. But Clark just seemed exhausted and maybe a little desperate. Seeing him so vulnerable made me want to help him even more. Not to mention the way his scent called to me and made my dragon get all fluttery.
I got down to business. "So, let me show you how I like to swaddle and we’ll see if we can get you a few hours of quiet time."
Clark nodded and reached for a stack of receiving blankets on the corner of his desk. “Will these work?”
“Yep, those are perfect.” I wrapped each baby like a burrito and lined them up inside the crib so they could feel and hear each other breathe. Cooing and humming was one of my tricks to calm babies, and it didn’t let me down. Within a few seconds of lightly tapping the crib, they were all asleep.
“Seriously, you’re amazing. I’ve been trying to do that for a week and never even came close.”
When I looked up at Clark, he was staring at me like the compliment was about more than my baby-soothing skills. “Sounds like I got here just in time.”
“Maybe a few days late.” He yawned again and rubbed at his eyes. “You got things covered here if I lie down for a bit?”
“Of course.” I pulled his credit card out of my pocket and walked toward the hallway. “I’ve got some shopping to do.”
“My room is at the end of the hall if you need me.” He glanced back into the room before closing the door most of the way shut. “But I think you have a better handle on them than I ever have, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“I will be. Get some rest, Clark.”
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought he was going to reach for me. But that was just wishful thinking, because he quickly shook his head and turned down the hall. “If you get hungry, order something for me too, please. I’m not picky.”
My dragon and I just watched his ass until he was out of sight.Since when did humans smell so good?
Clark's scent wrapped around me like a hug and made me want to take a nap as his little spoon.
Back in the family room, I took a look around and let out a slow exhale. There were various piles of things to be tidied, and the kitchen definitely needed to be stocked. But none of that was a burden. I genuinely wanted to help out and make life easier for Clark. I hadn’t felt that way before, and it was surprising. After placing a grocery order that included a fresh rotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, and a salad, I opened up my laptop and filled out the paperwork from the agency to make it official that I was accepting the job.
With all the immediate chores out of the way and our new family safely sleeping just a handful of feet away from us, my dragon finally simmered down. He hadn’t been content like this for a long time. Maybe not at all since I’d reached adulthood and the pressure to mate started to hit us.
The surprising thing for me was that it wasn’t only my dragon who was calm and settled. I felt lighter than I had before as I stretched out on the couch and dozed off almost instantly.
I might have slept through the night if not for the piercing wail coming from the baby monitor. A grin spread across my face as I swung my legs off the couch and hopped up. “I’m coming, kiddo.”
Today…and maybe for the rest of forever.
4
CLARK
In my dream, I was flying. Well, more like clinging to the back of a glorious dragon with the wind in my hair and smooth scales beneath me. Floaty was a new sensation for me, but I liked it and didn’t want to wake up.
At some point, the dream morphed, and instead of gliding through the clouds, I was landing with Beau in my arms. His mouth was open, and his full lips beckoned me to taste him. For a moment, our eyes met, and I knew with absolute certainty that he’d follow me anywhere.
My heart was full and ready to explode with joy…other parts of me were ready to explode, too.
And then I heard a baby cry, and my eyes instantly popped open. This was how I’d been waking up every single time lately. I didn’t love it.
Before I could get up to see who needed what, the crying stopped, and whispered words filtered down the hall.
“Beau’s got them. They’re in good hands.” Capable hands.Perfecthands.
A few seconds passed before I heard the creak of the hardwood and a door closing gently, so I relaxed again. My brain was a haze of confusingly happy thoughts as I closed my eyes and drifted off, pointedly ignoring the uncomfortable hardness of my cock.
If I could have picked up the dream where it left off, I would have, but I instantly found myself in a field with a majestic dragon gliding through the sky above me. As I stared, the dragon came to a stop on the ground in front of me and morphed into the sexy omega I’d invited to live in my home. He wasn’t wearing any clothes, but his body was blurry, obscured in a way that I could really only focus on his face.
And that was enough.
When I woke, my hand was shoved deep in my boxers, working my shaft like it was my job. My hips were rutting into the mattress like a teenager, completely unconcerned about the man just a few feet away from my slightly opened bedroom door. The familiar pressure built at the base of my spine as heat pooled behind my balls.
