Page 33 of His Gift
Shawn’s intense movements slowed down, and with a spent groan, he wrapped his arms around me and took me with him when he collapsed to the bed. “That was something else,” he panted as he held me close.
He rocked into me a few times, giving us both aftershock orgasms that felt like heaven. I didn’t even care that mybedspread was now a mess and I would have to figure out how to wash it without Mr. Tindall getting in the way. But for now, Mr. Tindall was a gnat buzzing somewhere else in the room. My world was me and my alpha, and that was it.
For about five, blissful minutes.
“Are you okay?” Shawn asked when the intensity of the wave flattened out to plain old drowsiness.
“I am now,” I panted, snuggling back against him. “I was so scared.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight.
I was in heaven. I didn’t want the moment to end. I wouldn’t have been able to sell myself to anyone else, but if Shawn wanted me to be his sex slave and breeding omega, I would give myself to him for Christmas wrapped up in a bow.
“We can’t stay here,” Shawn said a second later, wrecking the perfect, peaceful lull I’d fallen into.
“What?” I asked groggily. “You’re leaving me? One wave and you’re leaving me?”
I was suddenly fully awake, and since Shawn’s knot had gone down, I was able to wriggle free of him and curl into a ball again at the damp end of the bed.
“No!” Shawn said, sitting up and reaching for me. “No, that’s not what I meant at all. I mean we can’t stay here for the rest of your heat in this apartment. It’s not safe.”
My face flushed with embarrassment. So he did think my place was a dump after all. He said “not safe”, but I knew it was more than that. I could tell from the way he looked around as he stood and started to get dressed again. And he was right. My apartment was cheap and barren, but it was all that I could afford.
“Can you get dressed?” he asked. “Is it too much?”
Well, he knew something about omega heats, like how wearing clothes felt like rolling around in sandpaper.
“I think so,” I said, dragging myself to my feet and lurching toward the old bookshelf that served as a bureau for my clothes. “Why?”
“I’m getting you out of here,” he said, all sexy and full of alpha authority again. “Pack whatever you need for a few days. Pack everything for the rest of your life. I’m getting you out of here for the rest of your heat at least. After that, we’ll talk about it.”
I was too relieved, and too close to another heat wave, to argue with him. I just rushed to do everything he said with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Shawn
Iwas a little fuzzy on the science behind why people were attracted to each other. Particularly how alphas and omegas were attracted and whether they knew someone had bond potential or not. I knew it had something to do with compatible hormones, but there was always that something else that people talked about, the ineffable way they knew when they’d found their life-mate.
Enzo was my life-mate, my omega. I didn’t think about or care about anything else beyond that. He was mine, he was in heat, and he needed to be protected.
“Do you have everything you need in there?” I asked in surprise when he came out of the bedroom in loose sweatpants and a t-shirt, with only a stuffed backpack over his shoulder.
Enzo nodded miserably. “These are all the clothes I have that aren’t work uniforms. And I put my hairbrush and toothbrush in there. I can’t think of anything else I might need for the next few days.”
I wanted to turn him around and tell him to go pack everything he wanted to bring with him for the rest of his life, like the picture on his beat up table that had to be a teenage version of him with an attractive but sad-looking omega, clearly his papa. Every instinct in me wanted to bar him from ever returning to this sad apartment or his current life ever again. But I could tell by the growing flush up his neck and onto his face that his next heat wave was coming. We needed to move.
“I’ve got you,” I reassured him, reaching for his hand as he crossed to join me near the door.
The obedient way Enzo took my hand, the desperate, trusting look in his eyes, had my cock standing at full attention in my suit pants. It wasn’t a good look, but omega heats were common enough that most people who might see us as we moved from the apartment to the hotel I had in mind would know what was going on.
“Thanks,” Enzo said, his voice small and pleading. “I…I really appreciate this. But…my next wave is coming on hard.”
“I’ll take care of it,” I said, feeling more confident than I’d ever felt before. As in, more confident than I’d ever felt in my entire life.
I pulled open the door and was immediately met by the sight of Mr. Tindall leaning against the wall at the far end of the hall. He had dried blood on his upper lip and his nose was slightly crooked, but that didn’t stop him from pushing off from the wall and charging at Enzo with a crazed look in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him, puffing up in true alpha style.
