I would have nodded if my mouth wasn’t busy. Because I did. I needed to serve like I breathed. But I didn’t have to say that.
Vincent saw it. He saw it all.
Soon enough, Vincent turned to the TV, putting on what sounded like the nightly news. His hand never left my head. His fingers would switch from scratching my scalp, to playing with an ear, to just resting there, like an anchor holding me right where I wanted to be.
And for once, I didn’t fear the unknown. I didn’t fear what the night would bring. I didn’t fear what other Alphas would want of me.
There was just an Alpha enjoying his Omega.
Chapter 30
Vincent
I should be working,I thought.
It was more entertaining to watch Charlie as he flipped back and forth between a couple of books and the printed pages. His tongue snuck out a time or two as he thought over words.
He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, three books opened at different pages, highlighters and one pen and the printed checklists surrounding him. Everything had its place.
I noticed that as Charlie moved, precise, deliberate, always within reach of what he needed. His focus stayed on the task, but every time I shifted, every breath or movement I made, his eyes flicked to me. Quick. Instinctive. Like he was tuned to my rhythm without even trying.
It was strangely captivating.
Not because I needed anything from him at that moment—because I didn’t. But because he was attuned to me in a way no one else had ever been.
Charlie moved like he was built to respond to me. And I wasn’t sure what to do with that kind of devotion.
He didn’t know me enough past the surface, and I was the same with him.
I had layers that were hard to understand. Layers that got me to unveil my own needs and desires under what I portrayed myself as in public.
Moore knew most of my layers. He had to since he was the one who encouraged most of my findings on kink and life. If it hadn’t been for my best friend, I’d have had a very lonely life that didn’t come with pleasure.
Not that I wanted a certain pleasure yet. Or at all.
I found my own pleasure in watching. My needs were built on my partner’s own needs. And in time, Charlie would see that. He’d learn me by letting me learn him.
“Did you need something, Sir?” Charlie asked, setting down the pen. He didn’t look at me, but I guess he probably didn’t need to.
“I’m just watching you.”
My words caused his cheeks to warm.
“I find you intriguing.” I went on. “The way you move; the way you think. The way you work.”
“It’s the way I’ve always done things, Sir. Structure and rules are what make me a good Omega for you.”
For once, I didn’t think that was a robotic answer.
I knew he thrived on structure. And of course, the rules went hand in hand with one another.
“You are a very good Omega, Charlie. I couldn’t ask for more of you.” At my words, his shoulders relaxed a bit more, like he wasn’t sure he was good.
“How much more do you have?”
“Three more, Sir. Then I’ll go over it again to make sure.”
Of course he would.
