Page 7 of Omega Dragon Manny
I felt like a freaking teenager just discovering my dick.
It was late enough that I was fully expecting a spam text of some kind, but I was pleasantly surprised to see it was from Beau.
All’s quiet, so I’m gonna go to sleep. My door will be open, so I’ll get up if I hear anyone. I’ve got excellent hearing. He added a dragon emoji.
Did that excellent hearing comment mean what I thought it did? Probably, but there was no taking it back even if I wanted to.
And just like that, I was getting hard again.Sleep well, Dragon.I hovered over the send button and sighed.Seriously, though, thank you. You’re amazing.
His job wasn’t to get up in the middle of the night, and we’d have that conversation. But we weren’t having it by text message as I was covered in my own cum, cum that was there because I’d been fantasizing about him. Nope. That conversation could happen over coffee in the morning.
I watched the bubbles as he typed back, and I couldn’t help myself from imagining him in the guest room, maybe curled up under the microfleece throw I’d bought last Christmas and never used.Did he wear pajamas or did he sleep in boxers…or nothing at all?The visual was as distracting as it was immediate.
Amazing is a stretch, but I’m bendy, so I’ll take it. LMK if you need me later. G’night.
He was either extremely innocent or he knew exactly what he was doing. I strongly suspected the latter. The man was a flirting expert, and for some reason, he was flirting with me. It was official, I definitely needed him, but I couldn’t tell him that. Instead, I didn’t respond at all. If I'd been reading into his comments correctly, it would be one thing, but I couldn’t be sure. Losing a manny because I jumped to conclusions and was too forward wasn’t worth it.
I could be patient. Probably. Maybe. I hoped.
I let the phone rest on my chest as I took stock of my feelings. If anyone had asked me to describe the sensation of “butterflies in my stomach” just twenty-four hours ago, I would have scoffed. That was something that happened to teenagers or people in romcoms who spent their lives running through airports. I wasa grown-ass man who was thinking about riding the back of a dragon…and riding the ass of a sweet omega.
Beau was the first person in years who made me think about the future as anything other than deals and spreadsheets and power. The question was, was it Beau himself or the combination of Beau and being a new father of three. If it was because of the babies, how unfair would it be to Beau to pursue him? That was something to figure out, but there was so much more I wanted to know than that.
I wanted to know what he liked for breakfast and if he preferred beaches or mountains. But more than anything, I wanted to wake up in the morning and see him looking at me as if he might be thinking the same things.
I was fucked.
7
BEAU
It had been a few weeks since I started working for Clark, and things were going better than I could have dreamed. The children were amazing. Sure, there were challenges that came with balancing three all the same age. That was a given. Keeping everybody diapered, fed, and well-rested took a lot of juggling, but we’d settled into a routine, and they were adjusting well.
I felt so bad for them. They’d been through so much in their short lives…being rejected by their alpha father, losing their omega father, and then starting a brand-new life away from everything they knew. They say kids are resilient, and they are, but I hated that they needed to be.
Things with Clark were…interesting. We were attracted to each other, there was no denying that. More than once, I overheard just how attracted he was to me as hehandledthings himself. There’d been some flirting around that, but this was my job, and I was at least attempting to keep it professional.
I appreciated that he was doing the same as well. That didn’t mean I didn’t have moments in the shower when I was having inappropriate thoughts about him. He was human though, andI was pretty sure he didn’t hear me the way I could hear him, which was really well.
I’d been getting up with the kids in the middle of the night, something Clark assured me I didn’t need to do, that it wasn’t part of my job. But unlike him, during the day, when the kids napped, I could grab some Z’s if I had to. He needed to have all his brainpower for his job.
He tried to explain to me once all that he did, and I’d be lying if I said I understood it. But he was working toward partner, and that was a really big deal. I didn’t want my desire for a full night’s sleep to get in the way of his goals.
Because I’d been getting up at night, he’d been giving me some extra time off. I always told him I was running errands or going to grab a coffee, but really what I was doing was taking my wings. I don’t know why I hid that from him. He knew who I was…what I was. Heck, he found me at a shifter employment agency. But we never talked about it. It felt just a little too personal.
Today was the first gorgeous day of the week, the rain having come down nonstop for three days straight. It was the perfect day to take the kids to the park or around town, probably both. When I first started working here, I’d convinced Clark to get a triple stroller. They were awkward and not great for stores, but they were perfect for roaming around town. We’d already put it to good use despite the rain.
I got everyone in their seat, and we took the long way to Main Street. I was loving the air, which was finally less heavy. Rainy days and my dragon did not get along.
“We’re at the corner now, guys. That means I need to stop and look both ways,” I said aloud. I’d been annotating my trip theentire way. It was something I learned when I was training to be a manny — talk, talk, talk to the kids to help their language development. I’d gotten so used to it that I caught myself annotating to myself when I went to shift.
All three of them fell asleep before we reached the center of town. I pushed the stroller over to the side and threw a swaddle blanket on top to give them some privacy and let them continue their slumber.
The scent of coffee roasting tickled my nose, and I found myself headed toward our little coffee shop. They roasted in small batches, and their coffee was absolutely delicious. I went inside, navigating the stroller through the tiny space, ordered my favorite latte, and backed up to leave, unable to fully turn the stroller around.
Someone opened the door for me, and as I went to thank them, I recognized them by scent. It was Kenny. My whole flight flashed through my mind. He was one of the dragons I’d left behind.
In my flight, on the first full moon after our 20th birthday, we had a choice to commit to the flight or to leave.
