“Soon,” he promised, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“But..” I tried again, this time I was interrupted by the doorbell. “Are you expecting another delivery?”
“Could be the wrong house,” Sylas shrugged, obviously trying to hold back a smile. “Why don’t you see who it is?”
The wrong house, sure. I rolled my eyes and walked over to open the door. Even with all of the other surprises that day, you could have knocked me over with a feather when the door swung open to reveal a very pregnant Bari standing with an unfamiliar man in front of a group of people from Omega Destiny, International, all of them holding neatly wrapped gifts or colorful bags and grinning from ear to ear.
“Surprise!”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sylas
As the night wore on, the look of complete astonishment when Paul opened the door and found out that thedeliverywas actually a surprise party had me grinning every time I thought about it. Besides a very round Bari, Chuck was there, and Paul’s old caseworker, an Omega named Jeremy came with his husband and little girl. One of the other Omegas had even come, a slightly odd young man named Cielo accompanied by an almost overbearingly protective Alpha named Mitch. All in all, it was a good turnout and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, the birthday boy included.
Paul still seemed dazed when our guests departed en masse, all but Cielo and Mitch having made the drive together in the ODI bus.
“You okay?” I asked as he stood with his back to the front door, staring blankly at the living room.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said after a moment. “It’s just..” Paul trailed off and tried again. “I, um, wouldn’t have thought anybody at ODI like me enough to go out of their way for my birthday.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I’d ask if you bribed them, but I’m not sure I want to know the answer.”
I had to force back a flash of irritation at the implication that there was somethingwrongwith my Omega. “Of course not,” I said a little more sharply than I’d intended to. Softening my voice, I tried again. “Sweetheart, I would never do that to you. I just called and told Chuck about the party and asked him to let Bari know.” I smirked. “He and Chuck were the only ones I invited. The rest invited themselves, so you can’t be that bad,” I teased.
“Really?” Rather than seeming amused, Paul sounded shocked. “Jeremywantedto come? And Cielo? Really?”
I nodded and he shook his head in disbelief. “I seriously can’t wrap my brain around that.”
“Oh, Tiger,” I sighed, stepping into his personal space and lightly pressing my body to his. “One of these days I am going to get you to see yourself the way I see you, as the amazing man you are.”
When his lips parted a breath from mine, I knew Paul was getting ready to argue so I took matters into my own, er, mouth and pressed our lips together, taking full advantage of the opportunity to slide my tongue into the warm, wet depths to tease his.
“Your mouth is so sweet,” I murmured against Paul’s lips as the blended taste of the birthday cake frosting and the half-glass of champagne he’d indulged in teased my taste buds. Even I could hear the wicked undertone in my voice when I nibbled my way up his neck to whisper in his ear. “I wonder where else you taste good.”
The shudder that ran through Paul’s body emboldened me -not that I’d ever really been called shy- and I pressed him harder against the door, my lips returning to his just in time to swallow his gasping moan.
“You didn’t forget what I promised you all those hours ago, did you, Tiger?” I scraped the tips of my fangs lightly down his neck.
“I..no,” Paul whimpered, another shudder racking his body as his head lolled back, thudding when it connected with the door. “Please?”
“Please what?” I breathed in his ear. “Please strip you naked and spank that perfect ass? Hm? And when it’s all nice and rosy, should I hogtie you on my bed and tongue fuck your tight little hole until you beg for me to let you cum?”
The strangled noise that escaped from Paul’s throat was indiscernible as language, but from the way his dick was drilling into my thigh I was pretty sure that we were on the same page, so I felt comfortable carefully hoisting my husband over my shoulder and carrying him into the bedroom to make good on all of my dirty promises. If Paul had really thought I was trying to get out of them earlier that day, I was more than certain that as soon as he realized just how much thought I’d given to what was coming, he’d never doubt how much I wanted him again.
I laid Paul on the bed and his eyes widened comically as he took in the, ahem,accessoriesI’d snuck away from the party to lay out in anticipation of this moment. It was probably a good thing that no one had confused the door to the bathroom and wandered in by mistake, I thought to myself with a muffled snicker.
Paul’s glittering green eyes were dilated, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and the racing of his heart was music to my ears as he took in the hot-pink rope lying in a silken puddle next to the padded leather paddle.
“If you want me to stop say owl,” I instructed, unlacing his shoes and dropping them unceremoniously to the floor. I reached for the button on his pants. “Understand?”
Paul nodded vigorously, whimpering when I narrowed my eyes. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Good boy.” My little praise slut sucked in another gasping breath at my words, his oh-so-obvious arousal leveling up a notch as I eased his pants off and reached for his shirt. “Now, we’re gonna have a little fun.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Paul
“If you want me to stop say owl, understand?”
