The Omega's Surprise Baby BOX SET

by Bonnar King

  Then it was time to go home, and I was still in the zone and still debunking each and every one of his moves. To my surprise, Caden took it all with graciousness and amusement.

  “Remind me never to take you out on a romantic date again,” Caden said in a mock-glum tone. I grinned and got comfortable in the car seat.

  “It’s a friendly date,” I reminded him lightly.

  Then Caden glanced in my direction, and I was made aware of the heated sparks between us, stronger than ever. That one look alone sent shivers down my spine, and I’d be lying to myself if I said I felt this way about any of my alpha friends.

  A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of my building. We both stayed quiet, just taking in the moment.

  It was me who broke it first.

  “So. I had a great time.”

  Caden shot me another look, this time full of mischief.

  “I always know how to show an omega a good time,” he said simply.

  “You’re also too full of yourself,” I shot back. “Don’t you ever get tired?”

  He grinned. “Never.”

  I shook my head. Now that we had broken the barrier between us, I couldn’t stop the questions from coming.

  “I’m curious.”

  “Hmm?”

  “Do all omegas fall for your slick moves?” I asked.

  Caden raised a brow. I raised a brow back. Waited.

  Finally, he conceded. “Yes. You’re one of the few who dared reject me.”

  I giggled. He laughed. We looked at each other, just observing, the silence between us a warm blanket. His stance was relaxed, and I couldn’t deny how good he looked in his jeans and dark blue shirt. It complemented his dark hair and blue eyes, enhancing their intensity.

  Maybe it was the wine I drank. Maybe it was the general good mood. But I found butterflies fluttering in my stomach again as my gaze trailed from those eyes down to his lips, then that jaw that was just so chiseled and defined. It trailed further down, taking note of his body, remembering how good he looked without any clothes on. His hands were on his thighs, one of them fisting tensely.

  Perhaps he wasn’t as relaxed as he wanted me to believe.

  My gaze snapped back up. He was looking at my mouth, his gaze unreadable.

  “What happens to the other omegas after a date?” I blurted out.

  He eyed me, considering.

  “I take them to my place,” Caden said quietly.

  “And then?”

  “We have wine. Or coffee. Or dessert. I always have chocolates for those who like them.”

  “Clever. Then?”

  “Fireplace. Music. We sit on the couch and…talk.”

  I scoffed. “Talk?”

  “For starters.” Caden’s mouth quirked.

  “Then?”

  Caden’s voice had taken a low tone now. “It depends on the omega. I suggest, but I never force myself on an omega. I seduce, but I stop if an omega doesn’t respond.”

  “And how many times has an omega responded to your seductions?” I asked with bated breath.

  “Always,” he rasped.

  My breathing had gone erratic as I imagined it—Caden’s hands and mouth doing wonders on an omega’s body, starting with his mouth. Or maybe it wasn’t in the mouth. Maybe he started on the throat. Or the chest.

  Or down below at the happy-trail.

  Something wild stirred inside me, and I shifted my legs closer.

  “I can guarantee one thing, though,” Caden murmured.

  “Yes?”

  “The omegas always leave my apartment thoroughly pleased.”

  I should have scoffed. I should have returned a sarcastic comment. I should have glared, or done what I normally did.

  Instead, I found myself thoroughly aroused.

  I leaned forward in my seat until our faces were just inches away. Caden’s eyes flickered. He didn’t move. But I saw his hand tense even tighter.

  And I knew there was no turning back.

  “Would you like to kiss me right now?”

  Caden’s eyes darkened.

  Then Caden was moving quick as lightning, capturing my mouth in a hard, hungry kiss. I kissed him back with no restraints, no longer trying to fight whatever this was between us. I placed my hands on his chest. Sighed into the kiss.

  And I felt pleasure spread all over my body, telling me there really was no going back.

  It was only a few seconds into the kiss when I noticed something different. I realized that it was Caden who was different. Unlike our first kiss in the car and that rushed kiss in the elevator, he was holding himself back this time. His hands remained on his lap, and he didn’t move his tongue in.

  Because you hadn’t asked for it, my mind supplied.

  “Caden,” I sighed into the kiss. “Touch me.”

  It was like releasing the Kraken, so to speak.

  Caden’s hands left his lap, one coming to my waist to pull me closer. The other tangled in my hair.

  “Thank God,” he rasped, taking me into his lap. I was now straddling him, and what had once been quietly seductive had turned explosive as the fluttering in my stomach turned to a full-blown fire that only burned higher. I grasped at his hair for control, found that only changed the angle of our kiss deeper. Hotter.

  Harder.

  I abruptly pulled back, holding on to his shirt to steady myself.

  “Don’t read anything into this,” I warned him, right before his mouth swallowed the words.

  “I just plan to take advantage of the moment,” Caden admitted gruffly, his lips cruising down my throat. His hand ripped open my shirt and pulled down my pants, as he touched my bare legs. It burned—oh, how it burned. In response, I yanked his head back up for more intoxicating kisses. He groaned in approval, pressing me down against his hard bulge. I ground against him, drunk in the pleasure.

  “Do you want some coffee in my—” He squeezed my ass, and it puckered in approval. My words halted. “—apartment?”

  Caden slid my boxers down a bit. He slid his fingers in, inches away from my omega-hole.

  “I want coffee here,” Caden replied.

  Then his hand was rubbing me through my underwear, and it was the most erotic feeling ever.

  My vision blurred. My senses heated up, and I wondered if I would spontaneously combust from how much it burned everywhere. But all wondering ceased as my mind blanked, my body becoming desperate to burn further. It was a delicious kind of burning, one that he continued when he slowly slid my boxers down until they was just below my knees.

  Whatever snappy comeback I had melted into nothingness as Caden slid his fingers higher, teasing my hole.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured in an aroused tone.

  “Stop teasing me,” I gasped. “Just fill me with your—”

  I lost my breath and my words as his finger finally slid in, the move smooth and slick. A hot pressure slithered inside me at the sensation, and I writhed in his lap as he began to expertly move his fingers inside. Not wanting to be passive in this moment, I attempted to unbuckle his belt despite my shaking hands. But I only got to the unbuttoning part before he placed his hand over mine.

  “No. This moment is yours. I want to see you come.”

  He spat in the palm of his free hand and began sliding it up and down my stiff cock, as he continued his assault in my omega-hole. He thrust and twisted and ground against me until sounds were coming out of my mouth that I wasn’t aware of. The heat was spiking, sending me into a spiral of pleasure that made me unable to focus on anything else. Me—the one person whose middle name was focus.

  His mouth sucked on my nipple, while pleasuring me with his strong hands until I was moaning out. All restraint abandoned, a restless energy building up inside me, higher and higher until it darkened everything—

  The explosion came abruptly—and viciously. I rode it and cried in pleasure through it, clutching on to the nearest anchor.

  That was Caden.

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sp; He held on to me, too, whispering soothing words, continuing in touching me, seeking my mouth for a long, hungry kiss. I could feel the desperation in him, and it only extended the orgasm, washing over me like electricity.

  When my orgasm ebbed away, I still clung on to him and he still clung on to me. He kept kissing me, almost lazy now, drinking me in as much as I drank him in.

  But I could feel his erection inside his pants, pulsing for release. And I couldn’t resist.

  Our eyes met—green on blue, both full of need. Then we both moved at the same time, unzipping his pants until his cock was out. My breath caught in my throat at the sight.

  Life was unfair. Not only was Caden insanely hot, rich and intelligent…he also had one of the most magnificent shafts I’d ever seen.

  It was a sight to behold—long, thick, jutting out proudly with its mushroom tip and pale, pulsing veins. I touched it lightly, watching his eyes darken as I began to stroke it—from soft to firm strokes, faster and faster until I watched him almost lose control. Caden without his control was beautiful, erotic in itself and making me drunk in the power that I was the one who was doing this to him.

  He removed my hand and began to lift me. I almost protested...until he lowered me back down, with my legs up to his shoulders. It was a good thing his car was so big, as there was no way an ordinary car could handle such sexual acrobatics.

  Then Caden plunged inside me in one swift thrust.

  I froze. Whatever hazy state I was in disappeared, like being doused in cold water. Worse, pain hit me and made me cry out, which in turn made Caden look at me in horror.

  The erotic night had turned into a night of disaster.

  “You’re a virgin.”

  21

  Caden

  Tony had taken all but five minutes to reassure me that, no, he wasn’t a virgin—but he hadn’t had sex in a while, and had only done it twice in college.

  Christ. Now I was scared I’d split this poor omega in half if we had carried on.

  I knew Tony was inexperienced, but I didn’t know it went this far.

  I took him up to the apartment, needing to gather my wits. But instead of getting the ease I thought I would, I only hardened further when we got to the living room.

  Especially when Tony started peeling his clothes off.

  “Tony?”

  “You haven’t finished what you started,” he whispered.

  I shook my head. I watched with a dry mouth as he walked closer in just his underwear, his creamy, smooth skin making me thirsty all of a sudden. I was rigid as hell, and my cock cried in joy at the sight of him.

  But I was also afraid to hurt him.

  Instead of taking what he offered right away, I eased him into it.

  “Coffee?”

  He gave me a puzzled look before reluctantly nodding his head and donning on a robe. He brought two cups a few minutes later, and we sipped on them as we sat on the sofa. I watched quietly as he slowly came back from his slightly tipsy state, his eyes sobering up as he looked at me.

  “I’m really sorry—”

  But I wasn’t listening to any apologies, especially when he didn’t need to say them. I pulled him towards me and kissed the words away, hearing him gasp and taking opportunity as I slid my tongue in. Whatever desire I felt earlier was only getting more intense.

  “Caden?” he asked, his hands fisting on my shirt. “What are you…”

  “I’m going to make you feel good,” I murmured.

  Then our mouths came together again, thoroughly addictive.

  And all control was lost.

  I desperately wanted to erase the pain I caused earlier, so I did my best to take it slow. Our hands got busy removing each other’s clothes, and by the time he was down in his underwear, he was already writhing against me and tugging me towards the bedroom.

  With his hair in disarray, his lips swollen from our kisses and his eyes blurry with emotion, I couldn’t help but think how beautiful he was. All thoughts ceased, however, when Tony pulled me in bed with him and removed my only remaining clothing—my boxers. My cock wept at its freedom, and I held steady as he stroked it with his hand, experimenting between soft and hard touches until I was ready to come.

  I wanted his mouth cradling it, but now was not the time. Instead, I removed his hand and pressed him back on the bed, our bodies sliding slickly against each other as I kissed him and let my fingers play with him hard dick. He moaned out his pleasure, and I never let my hands stay still, knowing the unpredictability would only make him want more.

  When I felt like I could no longer take it, I swiftly flipped him over to see his amazing ass, I positioned our bodies and my tip at him hungry hole. Then I slid in—slowly, surely, watching his reaction until I was fully buried all the way.

  Shit.

  If I thought he was tight before, it was nothing compared to how tight he was now. I was overwhelmed, and it took all of my remaining control not to plunge in and out of him without restraint. I waited for Tony to adjust to my intrusion, and I knew the exact moment he was ready: when he wiggled his butt and pulled me even closer by reaching behind him.

  I slid my cock out. Then I slid it back in, setting a slow and steady rhythm that was pleasant for the two of us. Tony arched his back which made his ass stick out even more. Fuck, he looked good enough to eat!

  Eventually, slow couldn’t cut it anymore. What was slow became fast as I kept thrusting into him, changing the angle over and over until I found the one that had him moaning louder. His eyes stayed on mine, cloudy with lust, as I found his pleasure point and made sure to hit it repeatedly.

  I wasn’t going to last long. Tony was just too delicious, and too tight. I leaned forward and gently nibbles on his ear, which made him moan uncontrollably.

  Suddenly, Tony exploded before me—an orgasm as intense as earlier, his muscles clenching around me and his hands clutching on the bed for support. I crashed my mouth against his and thrust faster, all control gone.

  A few seconds later, I followed him into oblivion.

  When I woke up at dawn, the first thing I felt was panic.

  I was in a bed that wasn’t mine, and there was an omega beside me.

  Then the panic ebbed away when the omega rolled to face me, and I saw Tony’s sleeping features.

  I never stayed to sleep on a lover’s bed, even when we had multiple rounds—and multiple rounds certainly applied with him. I fucked him until I exhausted him, and it turned out I was exhausted, too, because I slept a few minutes later.

  And now, I was still here.

  I watched him for a minutes—the way his golden brown hair framed his face, and the way he breathed deeply.

  Then instead of leaving, I lay back down and pulled him in for another round.

  When I woke up in the morning, he was gone.

  22

  Tony

  There was no reason to panic. Really, there wasn’t. So we had sex last night. We slept together, got intimate with each other, did the dirty deed until we were both screaming in pleasure from the intensity of it.

  Three times.

  I sat up quietly in bed and stared at the space beside me. I blinked, just to be sure. Yep.

  Caden was still there, sleeping soundly.

  I honestly already braced myself for the expectation that he wasn’t going to be around anymore by the time I woke up. Heck, I’d been expecting him to slip off in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. I mean, that’s what these bad boy alphas did, wasn’t it? They disappeared once they got what they wanted from the omegas. I was prepared for it.

  What I wasn’t prepared for was to spend the next morning with Caden.

  My boss.

  Oh, God.

  The panic slowly started setting in. The only way to make it go away was to keep myself busy, and so I did exactly just that. I slipped out of bed and inside the shower, scrubbing myself off before tiptoeing out of the room. In the kitchen, I stared at my fridge for a long while, taking in
ventory.

  I had eggs—rotten eggs. I also had leftover chips and dip, and some of the chocolates that Caden had given me.

  Well, that was hardly breakfast.

  Decided, I took my wallet and phone from my dresser. Then I got out of the apartment and to our nearest grocery shop, where I began to fill up a cart with food items that I’d neglected buying because of the busy preparation for the launch. Food shopping was one of the things I enjoyed the most, and the little trip definitely helped clear up whatever lingering panic I was feeling.

  So maybe one-night-stands didn’t necessarily mean just one night. I would have to ask Kevin about that without relaying too much incriminating information. Maybe I could just enjoy the moment and see where it went. I mean, Caden could have really just wanted breakfast before leaving. Or another round, which I wasn’t opposed to.

  Or maybe he just forgot to wake up early.

  When I arrived back, the apartment was still quiet. I took the opportunity to prepare in the kitchen, humming to myself. My body felt lax and languid, and I knew I was going to have sore muscles for days. But it was all worth it. I’d never really done experimental stuff with my college boyfriend, who preferred to do it vanilla style all the time. And no more than just the once per session.

  Last night was an education.

  Oh, who was I kidding?

  That was going to be the best sex of my life for years to come.

  Just as I was about to flip the omelette I was making, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned my head and saw Caden, leaving the bedroom and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Obviously, he’d just taken a shower.