Rhys had the land and I was armed in spite.
One people found out, we had omegas and offering materials and labor to build a safe house for a community that wanted a place to call their own.
Rhys’s retirement had meant we had a smaller income, which had pushed me to begin another project—opening a wellness center school for omegas. The interest was there, but not the money.
The one thing living in a wealthy household had taught me was that money did not equal happiness. Tentatively, I’d reached out to several of my old friends who had been mated and pitched my idea as a way for rich omegas to not only relax but learn equestrianism. When the sheltered people learned that their money was helping other omegas and their children attend classes, and was also funding a safe house, they flocked like birds to the cause and brought their heavy purses. My faith in humanity had grew along with every pair of willing hands, every donation, and every kind word and gesture.
So many omegas from the strict south had found a community where they felt safe, without having Alpha eyes on them, controlling and reporting back. Rhys had used all his influence to have official approval from the military to run the house, with added clauses that no Alphas were allowed on the premises unless explicitly invited, and a radio frequency in place in the parameter to prevent random Alphas from nearing the property. After what I’d seen happening to Dryden that night he’d found me, I wished that on all Alphas being aggressive toward an omega.
As the school was finding its footing, Rhys had been overseeing the expansion of the safe house.
I’d never been so busy in my life. Nor had I ever been happier.
After at day at the wellness center, I finally opened the door to our home and grinned at the scent of my mate in the air.
“Rhys?” I kicked off my shoes and padded into the kitchen.
“Hi baby.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed the breath out of me, then continued down my neck. “I missed you.”
“You saw me on the lunch break.”
He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I want to suck you off.”
“Don’t we have guests coming soon?”
He glanced down my body and lifted his eyebrows. “It won’t take long the way I do it.”
“You’re impossible.”
Dressed in loose linen pants and a black shirt that exposed his chest, he was sexy in an effortless way. I’d prefer him naked, but that would have to wait.
Rhys kneeled in front of me and looked up with his beautiful brown eyes. “Please let me suck your cock, Master.”
The words uttered in his breathy, low voice got me every time. “I need a shower—”
“After.” Rhys nuzzled my groin, tearing a moan out of me.
I pushed my fingers through his hair, which he’d grown longer, now reaching his ears.
“Go on. Make me come as fast as you can.” We’d have time for more later.
“Your wish is my command.” He unbuttoned my satin pants and licked my growing erection, then took it into his mouth to the hilt.
I gripped the edge of the counter behind me and moaned as heat coiled in my abdomen. Holy shit, he was good.
Sol was swirling his tongue, then hollowing his cheeks while looking up at me as if it was me giving him the exquisite blow job, not the other way around. I thrust gently, then harder, theway he liked it, and chanted his name. My mate, my Alpha, my brilliant partner in life.
And the hottest mouth my dick has ever known.
I shot into his throat, and he swallowed greedily until I was done.
With one last kiss to my groin, he stood up and grinned. “Thank you.”
“I’ll torture you so good tonight.” I grazed his hard dick through his pants with the back of my hand.
“I hope it will hurt.”
“It will, I promise.” With reluctance, I pushed him away. “I’ll be right back.” I ran off to shower and change, entering the living room just as our guests arrived.
