“Of course, she may still choose to finish her degree. It’s all up to her. I assume you’re the one who taught her to value philanthropy? That was one of the things about Candy that impressed me the most. Her values are solid.”
Oh, he was slick. Mom melted like a snowflake on a hot stove. Then he went one further, and asked her about her favorite charity, Caritas.
“Marta, I made a donation to the soup kitchen this week, after I saw you sat on the board. They do amazing work.”
“Wait, you’re the anonymous donor?” Mom practically screeched. When he nodded, she looked like she might pass out. “Ten million… You met our funding stretch goal for the decade. Thank you, Nicky.”
She’d finally called him Nicky. Pax grinned like he’d won the lottery.
My heart melted a little, too, when he smiled at me and said, “I know how important philanthropy is to Candy. And she’s the most important thing in my life now.”
Maybe I’d been worried for nothing. He’d seemed kind of cold, like he’d taken off his “claimed Alpha” suit when he’d put on his Tom Ford businessman clothing.
And maybe he’d more or less left me to my own devices the night before, but an important call had come in just after midnight, and he’d vanished into his office while I got ready for bed.
Once Pax had come to bed, he’d spent another hour showing just how happy I made him, and from the way he was caressing me now, he had plans for a long day in bed, getting to know one another.
I didn’t hate the idea at all.
“Sleepy? I’ll stop.” His lips vibrated with a purr on my neck as his hands wandered over my naked curves.
“Not that sleepy.”
“Then hold still,” he commanded. I did, and let him move me, parting my legs, his cock entering my already wet entrance slightly, his fingers wrapping around me and teasing my clit until my slick coated him. I tried to turn and reach for him, but he chuckled. “Hold still, and let me fuck you.” His left arm came up and around my neck, wrapping around my throat gently as he began to thrust into me.“Such a good girl, opening for your alpha. Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” I whispered, the pleasure already spiraling. “It always feels good with you.”
“It always will.”
As he made soft, slow love to me—the orgasms he gave me cascading softly over each other, like a snowfall of bliss—the whole room filled with our mingled scent, a blend of strawberries and pine. I breathed it in as his knot slid home, purring at the warmth of him along my back, his hands gentle on my hips. His own purr rumbled from his throat, and I knew I’d never heard such a beautiful sound.
When he was done, I almost fell asleep with his knot inside me, as the soft, steady brush of fingers in my hair, gently moving the strands behind one ear, lulled me toward dreamland again.
“I’ve decided that’s my favorite feeling in the world,” I mumbled into the pillow.
“What is? My knot inside you?” Pax chuckled, thrusting gently, which made his knot move just enough to start another tiny series of pulses inside me.
I shook my head.
“My fingers on your clit?”
“Not that either.”
He grunted. “My hand on your neck?”
“No,sir. Not that either.” I giggled.
“Laughing at me? Do you need another spanking, brat?”
His grip on my ass almost had me saying yes. I wondered why I’d never known how fun a thorough, not-too-intense spanking could be. I felt the sudden urge to text Rain and Soleil and share my thoughts, but that seemed like very bad etiquette.
Sex etiquette was the sort of thing the League should teach us omegas. I could almost hear one of the older omega guest speakers admonishing the group. “Polite omegas allow their alpha’s knot to subside before calling friends to chat about new kinks and positions. One thing at a time, ladies.”
“What is it you love most, then?” Pax murmured.
“Your hands in my hair,” I admitted. “When you touch me like this, it makes me feel… cherished.”
“I want to cherish you.” He nuzzled my neck, his short beard scraping my sensitive skin deliciously, but then he sighed. “Unfortunately, I have a conference call this morning.”