“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.”
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 havesomewhereto 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!”
