If he did, I’d accept.
He moans the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard spill from a man’s lips, and hot cum spurts all over my pussy.
It’s almost unbearable not to move him to my opening so I can wiggle down this length.
God, I want to.
I also think it might be sweet to have our first timenotbe in the shower.
His warm breath fans over my neck, and I continue to struggle against the urge to beg him to bite me. If I did, it would be all me and not my instincts.
I swipe my thumb over his crown as his cock finally stops pulsing, releasing him to bring my fingers to my lips. His electric smell is everywhere, and my body craves more orgasms, but I’m also not hazy or out of it as I lick my thumb.
“Yeah, you’re going to ruin me,” Malachy says, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
I hope not.
I’d rather save each other.
He needs an omega to keep the decay from progressing. I need more of that feeling of safety that comes when he’s around.
It’s a win-win situation for both of us.
Malachy dresses me in his T-shirt and sweats. I have to roll the waistband of the pants up multiple times, and they still bunch around my calves a ridiculous amount.
We make our way downstairs to find it’s dinnertime. I haven’t eaten today, and my stomach growls.
Malachy pries Lukas away from his toys, and Miriam follows us into the kitchen.
“I’m going to run out to my cottage to shower and change into my pajamas,” she says, smiling. “If you need me, I’m only a phone call away.”
My head tilts.
Does she live here on the property?
How did I miss that?
“We appreciate it. We’ll let you know if we need you,” Malachy says, sliding Lucky into his booster seat. “Do you know how to clip yourself in?”
“Thank you,” I call out distractedly as Miriam heads toward the garage. I take a few steps toward Malachy and Lucky. I don’t want to risk Lucky pinching his fingers.
“I can do it myself.” His words are like a knife to my heart, but actually watching him clip himself in is an entirely different feeling.
It’s some combination of happiness and heartache that only another parent can comprehend. Watching him grow up and manage new skills fills me with such pride while also making me want to put a brick on his head so he can’t grow up anymore. That was something my grandma used to say, and I never fully got it until Lukas came around. It’s still a silly analogy. He’s going to continue to get bigger and learn new things no matter what.
“Have a seat, little one,” Malachy says, patting my hip. “I’ll make us plates.”
“I need to get his cup,” I say weakly.
“I can handle that too,” he assures me.
“Mommy, sit with me,” Lucky says, patting the table.
I blink, glancing between Malachy and the open seat next to Lucky. I want to sit and spend some time with him, but I’m so used to being responsible for everything that has to be done thatit’s like I freeze. I’m the one cooking, making our plates, doing the dishes, and cleaning the table and his seat after every meal.
It’s a surreal experience to be able to slide onto the chair at his side and know dinner will be out to us in just a few minutes without any work from me.
It almost feelswrong.
