I wake sometime later, startling upward. “The kids!”
Foster gives me a sleepy chuckle and scrubs his hand down his face. “They’re fine, Angel. Shepherd and Manny went to pick them up as soon as they cleaned up the mess downstairs. Your brothers-in-law showed up with a temporary door to swap out with the broken one on the back. We’re safe, all under one roof. Promise.”
Falling onto the mattress beside him, I place a hand over my heart to calm its frantic pace. “I’m sorry for breaking down earlier.”
He rolls, lips meeting mine in rapid pecks. “Don’t apologize for your feelings. I’m happy to hold you when you need to set them free.” He kisses me again before pulling back and darting his eyes to the door. “As much as I’d love to keep you in here for the rest of the night, someone is getting hangry.”
A wail carries up the stairs with perfect timing. Looks like my little man needs me. I push to my knees and start crawling toward the door. A hand on my ankle stops me. Glancing back, I see Foster’s eyes glued to my behind, a rapturous look on his face.
“You’re mine tonight, Angel.”
Kaitlin entertained us all night with details of what we missed at Auntie Omen’s house. From a swimming competitionbetween Titan and his uncle to Bea helping her raid Nexus’s‘secret’candy stash. She’d returned home with a stomach full of sugar and enough energy to last the week.
She hadn’t been the only one pampered while we were away. Aside from endless snuggles, Everett had come home in a brand new Primordial Covenant onesie, with only one sock on. Manny had snapped a photo to share with his coworkers, deeming it the perfect recreation of a rock star in baby form. Milk drunk, missing clothes, and repping his favorite band.
Dinner was a well-deserved delivery of pizza, and Kait puppy-eyed us into several hours of board games. She’s slowly adjusting to not winning every round like she did when it was only the two of us playing. I might have let her win to make up for her crappy life in Whitlan, but since we aren’t there anymore, it’s good to teach her it’s okay to lose sometimes.
After tucking her into bed and leaving her with Papa Shepherd to read fifteen bedtime stories, I slip into the nursery to check on my little man. He’s sleeping peacefully in his gray sleep sack. And best of all, Colin’s stupid teddy bear is nowhere in sight. I hadn’t asked the guys what they did with it, but part of me hopes they burned it.
Imagining sending my ex an envelope full of the ashes brings a deranged smile to my lips.Fates, what am I becoming?!
“Oh, Angel,” Foster singsongs quietly, drawing my attention away from our son. He stands in the doorway, hands gripping the top of the frame as he leans toward me.Sweet fates,what that pose does to his body!His toned forearms display perfectly, drawing wetness between my thighs. Bare skin glows in the faint light from the hall, hinting at rippling abs and that delicious trail of hair leading beneath his shorts. “My bed is calling your name, and soon, you’ll be screaming mine.”
My body moves on instinct, eliminating the space between us. I brush my lips against the back of his jaw before pokingmy tongue out to lick a stripe down his throat. “I’ll race you.” He laughs when I duck beneath his arm and bolt for the stairs, taking them two at a time. My feet pound down the hallway as I beeline for his nest, fingers barely brushing the door handle when he catches me and sweeps me into his arms. My back meets the door, and then he’s kissing me. Tongue sliding into my mouth to war with mine.
I’m breathless from the short run and his kisses when he finally pushes the door open and tosses me inside. He shoves his shorts off, letting me see his dick as it juts proudly against his stomach. Slick leaks down his thighs, making them shimmer in the low light. I rush to strip my clothes off, wanting to be naked when he reaches me.
He prowls across the mattress, enticing ass swaying with each shift of his body. A swell of honeyed lemons explodes out of him as he latches onto my ankle and yanks me across the mattress to rest under him. “You won, Angel. How shall I reward you?”
“Bite me,” I whisper the words, staring up into his stunning aquamarine eyes. When his lips part, scent growing stronger, I repeat my request.
“Oh, Hannah, you’ve awakened the beast now,” he growls, slamming our lips together. This kiss is frantic, bordering on savage. His dick glides between my folds, coating me in his slick and bumping my clit with each hurried jerk of his hips. I cry out when he slides a hand beneath my ass and tilts my hips up so he can enter me. The stretch is phenomenal, filling me like he was always meant to be there.
I dig my hands into his curls, forcing his lips back to mine when he dares to pull away. Every time he pulls out, I whimper, my walls trying to clamp around him and drag him back in. One leg wraps around his waist; the other digs into the mattress to give me leverage to meet his hard thrusts.
“Fuck,” he whines, dropping his head to my chest. I jolt when his tongue laps at my overly sensitive nipple. “I need you to come, Angel. Soak my cock in your sweet juices so I can sink my teeth into your pretty skin.”
A finger glides along where we are connected, gathering the wetness there before moving up to rub delirious circles around my clit. Pleasure screams down my spine, arcing between my nerve endings like a bolt of lightning struck me. Foster’s lips meet the hollow of my throat, pressing sucking kisses onto my skin.
I detonate, turning into stardust as I come. He shakes above me, crying out as his release hits. Warmth coats my insides, so copious that it leaks from between my thighs to soak the bed beneath us. Then he’s there, hand gripping my hair to tilt my head back. His teeth pierce the swell of my breast, and I come again.
Deep inside my chest, I watch as the dark cherry strands of my soul reach out to twine with his rich gold. They wrap around each other, braiding together so tightly that it would be impossible to tear them apart. And then I feel it—the burst of his emotions. Lingering aftershocks from his orgasm. Elation at finally claiming me.Love.So much love, I can’t feel an end to it.
Happy tears slip from my eyes as I hug him against me. “I love you so much. Thank you for being my Omega.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Keeping my movements light,I crawl across the floor of the nest to where Hannah sleeps beside Foster. My Omega’s leg loops with hers, creating their only point of contact. I don’t want him to wake.Yet.Perhaps after Hannah comes on my tongue a few times.
She’s dressed in only one of his shirts, making it easy to dip beneath the blankets and push the fabric up to her stomach.Could I have waited until she was awake? Probably, but mi corazón deserves to wake up to an orgasm at least once in her life, and I want to be the one to give it to her.
I hold my breath as I inch her thighs further apart, smirking when she doesn’t stir. Her cherry scent is stronger closer to her pussy, but not nearly as strong as I’d like. I want her dripping that overripe tartness on my tongue. Using my fingers, I spread her open and admire her. Pink, wet, and a little puffy. Well used from another night in the nest with our Omega. I wonder…
Darting my tongue out, I swipe along her folds. There isn’t much flavor here, so I dip my tongue into her core. The faintest hint of lemon blends with her cherry. I groan, suddenly starving. Swirling my tongue around in a circle, I lap up as much of thatlingering taste as I can. Hannah whimpers, shifting in her sleep. She’s starting to wake up.
Wanting to shock her, I drag up to swirl around her clit before sucking the bud between my lips. “M-Manny,” she moans, lifting the blanket to lock eyes with me. I grin, continuing to swipe the tip of my tongue across her sensitive flesh. “W-what are you doing?”
“Enjoying my breakfast.”
