“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.
Tappinghis name on the screen, I drummed my fingertips on the kitchen counter, absently noting that my claws had begun to emerge when they made aclick-clacknoise 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?”
Warmth tingled in my chest at the thought of the man sleeping the sleep of the exhausted in the master bedroom. “He’s napping right now, but as soon as he wakes up,” I promised.
“Napping, huh?” Drey snorted and I could imagine him looking up at a wall clock with a smirk. “Funny, my mate didn’t want tonapalone when he was carrying.”
I barked out a laugh. “Get your mind out of the gutter,” I huffed with a roll of my eyes. “He really is napping. He hasn’t been getting enough sleep.”
