Page 83 of Their Perfect Omega

They’d all wanted the first pictures of us with our omega, but Anya and Jonathan had taken some of us and posted them on our social media, thwarting that plan. There was always the chance they’d follow us, but it wasn’t worth the worry.

I circled the block a few times and could feel Kara becoming more and more relaxed with each passing minute. Stopping outside our house, I put my hand over one of hers. “We good?”

“Yes!” Oh, fuck yes. She was enthusiastic, and excitement filled her voice.

“Put your visor down and hold on.” I waited until her hand was back in place and put my own visor down.

It was a gorgeous day and traffic was decent enough that we didn’t have to stop at all. I hadn’t told her where we were going because one of my favorite things was to see her surprised expression when one of us did something she wasn’t expecting, like the impromptu living room concert in our underwear or when Tate scooped her up from a patio chair and jumped right into the pool with her.

There was this joy and lightness that we hadn’t felt for a while as a pack, and it made me both ecstatic and a bit angry that we were being kept from it. A lot of changes were needed to the World Pack Health Organization and Omega Match, and hopefully we could help bring that change.

I parked outside my warehouse and took off my helmet, waiting for Kara to get off the bike. I missed the press of her body as she carefully dismounted and pulled the helmet off. She walked forward, gaping at the building.

I grinned and couldn’t wait to see her take out some of her pent-up aggression on something. “How was the ride?”

“Amazing. What is this place?” She turned to look at me, her face flushed from wearing the helmet.

“You tell me what you think it is.” I led her to the door and unlocked it but didn’t open it.

“I honestly have no clue… unless this is your evil workshop.” She wiped at a drip of sweat on her forehead. “Do they have helmets with fans or air conditioners?”

I laughed and opened the door, gesturing for her to enter. “No, they don’t. You just have to get used to it. After you, my lady.”

She gasped as she walked in and turned to face the inside of the warehouse. “You have an indoor junkyard.”

I shut the door and locked it, chuckling. “It’s kind of like one, but this is where I come to get out my aggression or just when I need time alone.” I took her helmet and put it with mine on a table next to the door. “Do you want water, beer, or soda?”

“Water.” She walked farther into the room, her eyes taking in everything. “So, you destroy these things?”

I grabbed two water bottles and handed her one. “Yup. I thought you’d like to see it and watch me break a few things.”

She took a long drink of water, her eyes narrowing slightly. I just grinned because if there was anything I’d learned about Kara in the last week it was that she liked challenges. “If you think I’m just going to sit on that junky couch over there and watch, you have another thing coming.”

“Hey, that couch is not junky.” I went to the storage cabinet and pulled out gloves and glasses. “Do you want a jumpsuit? You’re covered up, so you should be safe.”

“No jumpsuit.” She walked over to where I kept different sizes of sledgehammers and picked a lighter one. “I can smash anything I want?”

“Yes.” I handed her the glasses and gloves and put my own on. “Except in this corner where we hang out.”

She practically skipped out into the junk, looking for her first casualty. I had a feeling she was going to go for a car, and sure enough, she stopped by one and looked back at me. “This one is pretty beat up, but it still has some windows. Can I smash them?”

I joined her. “Have at it.”

She squealed in delight, swinging the hammer at the back passenger window. It shattered on impact, and she ran to the other side to smash the other.

There was something so sexy about watching her swing the hammer, and I pressed my palm against my crotch as my cock started to come to life. It seemed to constantly be hard around her.

“My arms are already burning.” She swung her hammer and knocked off the side mirror. “I’m going to need a massage later.”

“Anything and everything you want is yours.” I wanted my omega to have everything her heart could ever desire because she had already given me everything I’d ever dreamed of.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

Tate

Over the past month with Kara, I’d realized there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for her or with her. She was so excited to experience everything and try new things, including golf.

On the rare occasions I could get the guys to come with me, all they wanted to do was drink and complain it was boring. I found it relaxing and peaceful being away from the world, especially when I booked all of the other reservations that were an hour after mine and could take my time.

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