“Why do I want you?” He repeated the question. “I want to believe that you were made for me, Charlie. You match my needs way too well for me to pass up. But even then, I’m a softie at heart. I’d have found a place in my life one way or another for you to be in it. But over the last couple of weeks, I’ve grown a bit attached to you in ways I never thought I would. You are sweet, smart, and the best Omega I’ve ever met. I want to give you the world, if you wanted it.”
“I just want you, Sir.”
I’d never need anything else as long as I had him. I wanted him and everything he offered to give me.
“I don’t remember my parents,” nor did I want to. They gave me away, like a lot of the Omegas in Lockswell. “So I don’t know whatwantedfeels like.” Or home. “But I think being with you feels like that. Like you want to keep me because you can, not just have to.”
“I do,” he said, voice low and steady. “I want to keep you. Forever. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to give you everything you need. If you let me, I’ll spoil you in ways no one ever has.”
And I believed him.
Vincent didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep. He listened. He saw me. And in his presence, I felt like I belonged, like I was wanted without condition.
Settling back against his leg, I let the feeling of belonging wash over me.
Vincent, just last week, talked about trust. Talked about how it was earned. And I think, he was earning it.
“Someday, when you are prepared mentally, and comfortable in doing so, I’d like to take you to the club I’m a part of.”
“I’ve never heard of that word.” The club was foreign, like a different language altogether.
“A club? It’s like a gathering place for like-minded people. Omegas are only allowed if they are with an Alpha, but other than that, the rules are pretty relaxed. It’s where submissives and dominants like to go to explore new things, or justbe.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Adrian and Moore often go, and you can meet other Omegas. Make some friends.”
“Do I need friends?” I had Vincent, and Adrian since he was determined to stay in my life.
“Friends are nice to have. It’ll give you someone to talk to, to see their view on points that may be confusing to you.”
“If you want me to, Sir.” I would try, at least, for my Alpha.
“Socialness is always good. So I’d like you to at least try.” He echoed my thoughts. “But I don’t expect much to come of you, since you don’t seem like the type to make friends easily. But with Adrian, he’ll drag you to meet a couple of others, at least.”
I didn’t have anything to say to that. Vincent seemed to know me better than I did myself. He knew I wasn’t the most talkative Omega. Not because I had nothing to say, but because what I did have to say was more important than random thoughts.
“I think,” he went on, never taking his hand from my hair. “In a few weeks, you could help me find ways to make this house feel more like a home. Paint colors, pictures, and the like. It’s time to change some stuff, don’t you think?”
“I don’t think I’d be good at that, Sir.” That was worse than picking out clothes to wear at the store.
“I’m not worried. I’ll order some magazines for you to look through to get some ideas. We can figure out something to make this place feel like home. For both of us.”
Home.My eyes clouded with the thought of hearing Vincet call this place my home, too.
“Yes, Sir.”
***
“I want you to explore. Touch, trace, whatever you wish to do. There will be no shame in this room, ever. “
I nearly tripped over my own feet as I came out of the bathroom that was connected to Vincent’s room.
He must have lost his mind.
Alphas didn’t want to be touched. They did the touching; they did the commands and orders.
It didn’t help matters when my eyes quickly flitted over the Alpha’s naked body that was sprawled out across the bed.
