That made his smile even brighter.
Mason was a worker, no doubt about it. For the next weekwe’d get up in the morning, usually before the sun came up. After we made breakfast, he’d spend his day in the garden, tilling, planting, watering, fertilizing, and weeding, in short, whatever he had to do o make his plants grow strong.
As for me, I was working from the town hall, doing maintenance around the area with a crew of six. It was grueling, backbreaking work, but I loved it. If I were honest, I’d never intended returning to this town after we left to go to college, only to visit my parents.
Something had changed, however.
Living with Mason seemed to elevate my status in the town. Coworkers would invite me out for drinks after work—which I always declined because I needed to get home to Mason—and others would bring me baked goods that Mase loved.
Sunday nights our parents would come over for dinner, and Mason would spend the whole day Saturday cleaning and planning a meal for everyone. When I tried to help, he practically shoved me out of the kitchen and told me to ‘go do something’. So I did. I put together trellised planters for the back to expand his planting area, which he promptly filled with varied teas. He planted Rooibos, butterfly pea, yarrow, and Osmanthus. Then there were the dandelion, chamomile, and oolong. He cleared out space to plant linden, sassafras, pine and spruce for next year. He also spent hours reading magazines, online forums, and other places to gain more knowledge.
It did my heart good to see him enjoying himself.
Our bedroom life had taken a bit of a hit, though. Some nights Mase was too tired to do much more than give me a blow job, and that was after I assured him I was fine and that I wanted to get more sleep too, because tomorrow I had a big project going on at work. Still, he insisted and I wasn’t about to argue, especially since his skills had increased dramatically. He could now swallow my whole cock and barely choke. Youhavenoidea how that felt, being buried in his throat and having the muscles massage my length like that.
The only thing that irked me was every time I offered or tried to return the favor he’d claim he was too tired and roll over to sleep. Talk about frustrating. How was I supposed to do my husbandly duties when he kept pushing me away?
And then there were the XL condoms, sitting in the nightstand drawer, unopened.
Is he nervous about me fucking him?
Is he waiting for me to demand his ass?
I had to remind myself Mase was still a virgin. Maybe itwasnerves. Or maybe he was trying to get everything perfect.
Whatever the reason, my dick had a date with his hole, and I was going to make sure he knew that.
I wasn’t sure why the Alpha had called me into his office, but I wasn’t afraid.
Okay, not much. I’d seen him from a distance, but I’d had no dealings with him. Well, very little beyond recognizing him as the town mayor. But why would he want to talk to me? He thought I was nothing but the human, Mason’s Dominant.
He sat me down, offered me a cigar, which I declined. Then he leaned back in his chair, his fingers laced over his stomach.
“You being here—being Mason’s Dominant—has meant a lot to this town. For the first time in years we have an uptick in people moving to the area, and that’s because we have a happy, healthy Omega.”
Okay, I saw red.
“Mason isfarmore than an Omega. He’s the neighbor who takes homemade chicken soup to the human residentswho get sick. He makes time to go to the hospital and read to patients.” He was the one turning our house into a showcase full of beautiful flowers and amazing smells.
The Alpha smiled. “Of course you would stand up for Mason. That is what makes you the perfect Dominant for him.”
That warmed my heart.
We were settling into our new lives, and I had to admit how much happier Mase seemed to be. Yes, he was still submissive. Many nights he’d make a fire and would sit in front of it, massaging my feet. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was beginning to like that about him. As long as I continued to remind him he wasn’t just a submissive, but also a kind and loving person, things were working out. Every day I let him know he had worth.
The smile he gave meant everything to me.
I won’t say our lives weren’t without problems, because that was just crazy talk. People really had too much in the way of expectations where Mase was concerned. They seemed to think he could wave a magic wand and make their problems disappear. I had a few questions about that.
And maybe I’m in front of the right person to ask them.
“What, exactly, is an Omega?”
“They’re the heart of the people,” he explained. “When Mason was born, excitement ran through the pack, because we knew he would be the one to save our community.”
“Youknewthat?” I asked, unable to keep my incredulity hidden.
His cheeks pinked. “We hoped,” he amended. “It’s why we wanted to place him with Jerome. His father had money, so he could give Mason a good life, and once we melded the packs, we’d prosper too.”
