I frowned. “Mase, you need to get—Oh my God.” I moaned as he yanked my pants to my ankles and swallowed me to the root. I put a hand on the back of his head, guiding him up and down on my shaft, loving the feeling of his throat milking my length.
Then the bastard pulled off and smirked at me. “So… dinner, or do I finish the blow job and cook us something after?”
I sat there, my cock achingly hard with his saliva dripping from it. Then his stomach rumbled again. As much as I wanted to get some more of his first-class head, I needed to take care of Mase.
It sure wasn’t easy being a Dominant.
“Go get dressed. We’ll eat, then we’ll pick this up again when we get home.”
“Sex for dessert.” His eyes sparkled. “Yum. My favorite.”
Then he was gone. A few moments later I heard the shower and Mase humming. I stuffed my softening dick back into my pants and snapped them up again. God, I was exhausted and tired to my bones. But Mase wanted chicken strips and biscuits and I wasn’t about to deny him something so basic, especially since my primary job was caring for him.
He came out, all pink and clean, dressed in blue jeans, a burgundy cable knit sweater, and the tiniest tennis shoes I’d ever seen on an adult.
He was fucking adorable.
I gave him a kiss. “Let me go grab a quick shower,” I said, “then we can go.”
“Oh, if you’d let me know, I would have waited and taken one with you.”
“And it would be midnight before we got out.” I smirked. “I think your stomach would have me assassinated.”
I grabbed my shirt, rushed to the bathroom, took off my pants and socks, then stuffed everything in the laundry. The water was still hot when I got in, which I appreciated. It took everything in me to suppress the moan at the sensation of jets beating down on me, loosening the muscles that had tensed up since leaving the job site. I would have to ask Mase if he’d be willing to put some liniment on my back before bed, because I was sore all over. With the overwhelming tiredness, the aching muscles, and the fact I had to be up at four in the morning to finish the job, I seriously considered whether I could skip sex tonight.
Fuck. I was getting old. Dad would roast me when I told him, because I’d always teased him when he complained about his aches and pains.
“Need me to come scrub your back?” Mase called from beyond the bathroom door.
“No, I’m done,” I said grudgingly. If I were honest, I could have stayed under the exquisite pressure another hour or so.
“Okay, I put your clothes on the bed, and took the dirty stuff to the laundry room and dropped it in the washing machine. I’ll put it in the dryer in the morning, so you’ll have clean clothes. Also, I have some liniment for you. When I was rubbing before, your muscles were like concrete.”
As soon as I stepped out of the shower, he was there with one of our big, brown fluffy as all hell towels. He ran it over my body, drying all the spots that needed it. He did linger between my leg, and my cock tried to rise, but I was too tired and it gave up quickly.
“You know, you can tell me when you’re too tired to perform,” he said softly.
“No, I’ll be okay,” I half-lied.
“You’re going to fall asleep mid-suck.”
I figured he was probably right.
Mase took such amazing care of me, although I preferred to think it was coming from a place of love and not because he was my submissive. Even after months, I still had moments where I was uncomfortable. Like, when he said he loved me, did he love Kip or his Dominant?
Was there a difference?
“I’m going to head downstairs,” he announced. “I’ll call to tell them we’re coming in for dinner.”
“Why?”
He smirked. “We get the Omega special.” Then he chuckled. “Mostly it’s to tell the wolves in the diner I’ll be there so they don’t act differently in front of the humans.”
That made sense. I’d seen people bow or try to put their hands on Mase. It twisted my stomach in knots, because I knew it made him unhappy to be seen as something other than who he was. But like me, he played two different roles.Few people approached me because I was Mase’s Dominant, but whenhewas out and about, the pack was forever wanting to be near him. They’d stop and talk to him over the fence, they’d approach him when we went grocery shopping. It had to freak him out.
I finished dressing and checked myself out in the mirror. Mase had done an amazing job putting together the skintight black T that stretched over my chest, along with the blue jeans that molded to my body, where everything was on display. I felt like a slut and loved it.
No, I lovedhim.
