Omega's Savior (Omega Destiny, International Book 3)

by Kian Rhodes

  Swallowing a flash of hope, I aimed for a casual tone. “Why don’t you stay, then?” When Paul’s eyes darted up to mine, I shrugged. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me, you don’t really have a place to go, and you’re still going to need physical contact with an Alpha.” I couldn’t help the fact that my gaze heated up as I remembered having him naked and squirming under me that morning. Paul’s cheeks pinked and his breathing sped up, telling me he was right there with me. “You know how much I enjoy providing that touch,” I said unnecessarily, my voice deepening. “Wouldn’t it be easier to stay here until you don’t need me anymore?”

  “You..” Paul swallowed and tried again. “You’re sure you wouldn’t mind if I stayed?”

  I couldn’t stop my smile from turning just a touch predatory as I nodded toward his nearly empty plate. “Why don’t you finish that and then we’ll see if I can convince you just how much I wouldn’t mind having my sexy young husband in my bed for the foreseeable future?”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Paul

  I was still chewing the last bite of cheese when I shoved my chair back from the table and jumped to my feet, making Sylas laugh.

  “What?” I huffed as he followed a touch more slowly with a grin on his face. “You’re the one who bribed me to get back in bed!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “This wasn’t just a ploy to trick me into taking my nap, was it?”

  Sylas cocked a brow at me and a shiver ran down my spine. “What do you think?”

  What did I think? I thought I was probably the luckiest prego in the world to have a hot, gorgeous man waiting to torture me in the best way possible. Breaking eye contact, I scurried down the hall and was naked and under the covers before Sylas made it to the doorway.

  “Pull that off,” he demanded, sending another shiver through me.

  I shoved the sheet and comforter to the floor and flopped back against the stack of pillows.

  “That’s better,” Sylas growled, his eyes scorching a path down my naked body, pausing for the briefest moment on the slight curve of my belly. “Damn you’re hot.”

  My dick was already hard -it was starting to be a constant state whenever Sylas was near me -and it jumped at his words.

  “Spread your legs, Tiger,” Sylas ordered, never moving from his spot inside the door. “Show me that sweet little hole.”

  I gulped and spread my legs wide, bending my knees to give him the best possible view, the now-familiar throbbing beginning low in my gut. He’d already gotten me off twice before he left the house that morning, but my body was responding like it had been months instead.

  “Answer me,” Sylas murmured, his silvery eyes sparkling as the scent of my arousal filled the room.

  To my embarrassment, that was all it took to make me moan. “Yes, Alpha.”

  “Mm, that’s better,” there was a teasing note in Sylas’s voice as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the firm chest I loved to rest my head on and strong arms that held me with a perfect combination of control and tenderness. “Are you getting wet, Paul?”

  I moaned again at the words. It hadn’t taken Sylas long to realize that dirty talk turned me on and that I craved giving up control. Given his naturally dominant Alpha attitude, he never had to try to rev my motor.

  “Yes, Alpha,” I croaked. I started to slide on hand down to my ass but stopped when he growled.

  “That’s mine.”

  Christ on a cracker. Was it possible to come just from the shivers racing through my body? I stilled my hand and tried to slow my breathing, watching as Sylas kicked his shoes off and shoved his jeans down, stepping out of them as he stalked toward me.

  Big hands wrapped around my thighs and yanked me to the end of the bed, leaving my butt on the very edge. Sylas dropped to his knees and buried his face between my cheeks without warning, nipping and sucking on my pucker. Humiliation washed over me as slick began to leak down my skin, coating his face and drenching his beard, but it only drove me closer to the edge.

  My entire body was throbbing and my Alpha hadn’t put so much as a finger inside me.

  “Sylas!” I gasped his name. “Fuck me!”

  “No,” he disagreed, his words vibrating against my fluttering rim. “You’re too sore to take me again this soon.” One hand slid up my thigh to grip my dick, stroking me in a firm, mind-blowing rhythm that promptly had me sobbing for release.

  “Come for me, Tiger,” Sylas demanded, slipping his tongue through my pucker and somehow managing to slide it over my happy spot.

  The double sensation was more than I could take and I screamed as my dick pulsed in his grip, dumping my load all over his hand, spattering my groin and dripping down to mat in my pubes.

  Sylas made a satisfied sound deep in his throat as he took in one more mouthful of my slick and stood, spitting my juices into his hand and using them to stroke his own cock as he stood over me.

  “Oh, fuck,” I gasped, the naked eroticism of the sight promptly becoming the hottest porn in my spank bank.

  Sylas didn’t answer me, instead devouring me with his eyes as his hand moved faster, squeezing and releasing, twisting to slide over the head with a dirty squelching noise, his breathing speeding up.

  “Roll over,” Sylas grunted.

  I flipped onto my hands and knees, vaguely proud that I didn’t collapse as I dropped my shoulders and propped my ass in the air, spreading my legs to give him the best view of the hole still throbbing from his ministrations.

  “Look at me.”

  I turned my head to look over my shoulder, whimpering as his cock began to spit hot cum all over my skin. “But I want you to cum inside me!”

  Sylas was panting when he dropped his cock, letting it slap against his thigh with a wet thud. “Don’t move.”

  “Yes, Alpha.” I dropped my face back to the pillow, wondering how long my shaking limbs could support me and nearly jumped when I felt Sylas sliding his hand over my skin, scooping up his release and ever so gently stuffing it inside me, one fingerful at a time. “Oh, God!”

  Behind me, Sylas chuckled. “You might be too sore to take my cock, but there’s more than one way to breed an Omega.”

  And just like that, my stupid dick was hard again.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sylas

  I felt more than heard Paul’s grunt of discomfort as he twisted against me. Cracking one eye assured me that my internal clock was correct and it was still the middle of the night, which probably meant that Paul needed to pee.

  Sliding my hand behind the small of his back, I provided enough pressure to help him sit up and swing his legs over the edge of the mattress. “You okay?”

  Paul sighed. “Yeah, need to pee and it’s starting to hurt when I twist to sit up, but that’s all.”

  “Thanks for the hand,” he mumbled as he stood and waited for his balance.

  “You’re welcome, Tiger.”

  I watched him sway across the room, appreciative for the excellent night vision that allowed me to take in every detail of his lush naked body.

  I kept my eyes open as Paul made his way back to the bed, admiring him and lifting the covers up so he could snuggle against me. As he laid his head down on my chest and his breathing evened out, I stroked his back and made a mental note to order one last gift in the morning, rush delivery for certain.

  ~*~

  “You bought me a car seat?” Paul sounded a little confused but sincere as he stroked his finger over the pretty red-checked cover. “That’s so sweet.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “Thank you.”

  I held in my laugh. “That’s not for you,” I disputed. “That’s for the bun. If it was a present for you, I would have wrapped it.” I pulled a small box from beside me, this one carefully wrapped in sparkly purple paper with an elaborate white bow and held it toward him. “Like I did this.”

  Paul’s eyes widened. “That’s gorgeous.” He accepted it gingerly and held it to his chest. “It’s too pretty to open.”r />
  My Omega was so sweet. Luckily I’d suspected that with so few gifts in the past several years, he’d be reluctant to tear the paper. “You should be able to lift the lid off without disturbing it, Tiger. It won’t damage it at all.”

  “Really?” The wrinkle between Paul’s brow softened as he pinched the lid between his index finger and thumb, gently lifting it off to reveal the glitter-infused cotton batting inside. “You got me glitter?” Paul teased me, setting the lid down and lifting the cotton to reveal a small key ring with three keys. “House keys?”

  “That one is,” I agreed, pointing to the Kwikset key. “The other two go to something else.”

  Paul cocked his head and I snickered. “Let’s go outside.”

  “Okay.” Still looking mystified, Paul let me help him to his feet and lead him out the front door. He stopped short on the front step, his mouth dropping open. “You didn’t!”

  “Didn’t I?” I teased gently, prodding him to step off the porch and toward the shiny blue SUV glistening in the midday sun. “You have to have somewhere to put the Bun’s car seat, don’t you?”

  “I..but..” Paul seemed frozen in place, so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to my chest.

  “The salesman said that if you don’t like it, we can exchange it,” I assured him. “I’m fine as long as it’s something that will keep you safe, so not a sportscar.”

  “I love it,” Paul murmured, burying his face into my chest. “But you shouldn’t have. I mean, it’s so expensive and I get some access to my trust fund now, so you really shouldn’t have spent so much money on me!”

  “I’m glad you like it,” I whispered into his ear, ignoring everything else that he’d said. “How about taking it for a spin?” And if that got him away from the house as the furniture delivery van was turning up the block? Excellent timing.

  I hustled Paul into the driver’s seat of the SUV and handed him a tissue as a fresh round of tears began to fall. “Come on, now,” I said with a laugh. “You can’t cry and drive at the same time!”

  Paul choked on a watery laugh and moped at his eyes. Dropping the tissue into his lap, he slid the key into the ignition. “I can’t believe you bought me a car.” He shot me a cheeky side glance as he slowly eased out of the driveway and onto the street. “I was perfectly happy with the bun’s car seat!”

  “Brat,” I tsk’d but could tell from the smile on Paul’s face that he knew I wasn’t serious.

  “That’s definitely what everyone at ODI said about me,” he snorted, coasting to a stop at the end of the block.

  “Hey.” I waited until Paul sent me a curious glance. “I think we already know that no one there bothered to get to know you,” I pointed out. “But if you’re a brat, I think we can safely say that I definitely have a preference for sweet brats.”

  Paul’s smile was soft and trusting. “I’m starting to think that maybe you really do mean it.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Paul

  A cake would have been enough to make my twenty-first birthday the best I’d had since my Dad had passed. Bun’s car seat would have been more than enough of a gift for me for my birthday. The jaunty blue SUV was definitely more than enough for my birthday. But Sylas being Sylas, I should have suspected that he wasn’t done.

  He definitely wasn’t.

  We drove around until I started yawning, prompting Sylas to point out that I was missing my nap. When I pulled up into the driveway, I noticed immediately that something was, well, different.

  “Um, Sylas?”

  “Yes?”

  “Why is your bed on the lawn with a free sign on it?”

  “Hm,” Sylas made a noncommittal noise. “Maybe it’s a prank.”

  Uh huh, sure. I narrowed my eyes at my Alpha, who snickered at my obvious disbelief.

  “Maybe we should go in the house and see what’s up?”

  Up in the master bedroom where the new lawn ornament used to be stood a new, king-size bed, our sheets and blankets neatly folded in the center under a remote control. I cocked my head at Sylas. “What is the remote for?”

  Sylas gave me an unconvincingly blank look. “Not sure. Why don’t you check it out?”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re a terrible liar.” Picking up the remote, I studied the pictures on the remote-control buttons and my eyes started to tear up again. “You ordered an adjustable bed?”

  “Maybe.” Sylas walked over to kiss my cheek. “It’s only going to get harder for you to sit up as Bun grows,” he explained. “This way, we won’t risk you hurting yourself getting out of bed.”

  I turned into his arms, the remote still clutched in my fist. “You’re going to make it awfully hard for me to leave if you keep spoiling me.”

  Instead of laughing, Sylas gathered me close. “I told you, I don’t want you to be in a hurry to leave,” he murmured in my ear. “Remember?”

  I nearly choked on the lump that suddenly appeared in my throat before forcing a laugh. “You say that now.” I tried for a teasing tone, but there was too much emotion in it to be convincing.

  “I sure do,” Sylas agreed, his deft fingers making short work of stripping my clothes from my body.

  When he sank to his knees to untie my shoes, Sylas made my heart stutter by kissing my baby bump. Hearing the faintest whisper, I threaded my fingers through his soft hair and scratched lightly to get his attention.

  “What did you say?”

  “Mm,” Sylas nearly purred, tilting his head to shift my fingers to the other side of his head. “Not talking to you.”

  I snorted. “You’re talking to my stomach but not to me?”

  “Private discussion between me and Bun,” Sylas met my eyes and smiled warmly. “We usually have them after you fall asleep, but..”

  My left brow crept up. “You talk to my stomach while I’m sleeping?”

  Sylas sighed and shook his head dramatically. “No! That would be weird. I talk to Bun through your tummy,” he said, dropping one last kiss on my stomach and continuing on to remove my shoes.

  “You are so strange,” I mused, still scratching his head.

  “Strange good or strange bad?”

  “Strange wonderful,” I countered, trying to ignore the rising erection caused by the hot Alpha on his knees before me.

  “I can live with that.” Leaning forward to draw the tip of my dick between his lips for a quick taste, Sylas clearly saw no reason to ignore it. When he looked up to meet my eyes, something in them -a wicked glint, maybe- made my breath catch. “Why don’t you back up and sit on the bed, Tiger?” He hesitated just long enough for that glint to be joined by an equally wicked grin. “I think balance is going to become a challenge in a minute.”

  Caught in his eyes, all I could do was exactly what Sylas had told me to. I stumbled back the few steps it took for the back of my thighs to brush against the soft cotton of the mattress cover. “No sheets,” I mumbled as I dropped onto the ridiculously soft mattress.

  Sylas began to crawl toward me, shoving my knees apart and rooting around at the base of my dick with hungry growls. “We’ll ruin the cover.”

  Sylas’s laugh vibrated against me, making me gasp. “Then I guess you better be super still so you don’t make me spill, right?”

  ‘But..”

  Before I could remind him that the slick from my bare ass was a bigger threat to our new bed than my cum, Sylas sucked me back into his warm, wet mouth and began to draw down like my dick was a faulty straw standing between him and a milkshake on a sweltering day. It only took a handful of minutes for him to suck my brains out through my dick and reduce me to a mindless, blabbering pile of Omega panting on a pile of clouds.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Sylas

  The good side to having lived more years than you could easily count was that for each lifetime that you made your way through, there was a commiserate set of skills. It seemed that the nursing skills learned during those years spent as a field medic in World
War One had stuck, I silently chuckled to myself as I rolled my sleeping husband onto his side and deftly tucked the sheet over the mattress before rolling him to his other side and finishing the job. Once he was tucked in, I placed the remote control on Paul’s bedside table and pulled my pants over my bare ass. I definitely needed a shower, but it was going to have to wait while I finished up a few last-minute preparations.

  The message icon was blinking on my cell phone when I got to the kitchen.

  Call me. Drey.

  Tapping his name on the screen, I drummed my fingertips on the kitchen counter, absently noting that my claws had begun to emerge when they made a click-clack noise on the polished granite.

  “This is Drey,” his familiar voice was all business as he answered the call.

  “Drey, it’s Sylas. You wanted me to call?”

  “Yes, perfect,” Drey’s voice took on a touch of warmth. “How is everything? How’s Paul?”

  “He’s fine,” I assured Drey. “As far as everything else, you would know that better than me.”

  Drey huffed a laugh. “Okay, well, I reviewed that letter and it’s nothing but a scare tactic,” he said firmly. “No judge in this country is going to dissolve a marriage and hand an Omega back to his creepy ex on the grounds that said Omega is pregnant.” He paused. “Now, that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a risk of horndog Horton over there suing for visitation rights or even custody like he threatened.” The shrug in Drey’s voice made it clear that he wasn’t overly concerned. “Since he can’t do that until after the baby is born and paternity is proven, I say we just send a polite letter suggesting he use his free time to self-fornicate with a Saguaro and file it under B for bullshit.”

  I couldn’t hold back a laugh; the man certainly had a way with words. “You’ll write it?”

  “Absolutely,” Drey agreed. “If I send it to your phone, can you print it?”

  “Yep.”

  “Then that’s what we’ll do,” Drey said cheerfully. “Oh, and Sy? Can you wish Paul a happy birthday for me?”