My chest breaks open a little. Silas Caron, who has been complete for everyone else his whole life. He needed me too.
I turn my face. “Kiss me,” I demand.
“Always,” he whispers.
Silas doesn’t let me out of his arms for the rest of the night. I’d heard pack alphas get territorial the first time they knot their omega, but I didn’t think it would be this intense.
Just like last night, I sit in my alpha’s lap while brushing my teeth, and shower while clinging to him. At least tonight my hair’s clean. No repeat of the shampoo disaster.
I hear Graham come upstairs around six. His footsteps pass his room and stop outside of Silas’ door. Unlike yesterday, he doesn’t knock or say anything.
“He’s respecting the hierarchy,” Silas murmurs in my ear.
“I hope he’s okay. I promised I’d spend time with him tonight.”
Silas kisses my bond mark. Pleasure runs down my spine. “He’ll be fine. It’s tough, but you won’t die from it. Believe me, I know from experience.”
I turn to face him. “Did you suffer, alpha?” I pout.
He smacks my ass. “Don’t tease me, omega, or I’ll show you just how hard it was knowing you were with my packmates and not with me.”
“I love when you show me how hard it is.” My voice drops.
“In that case.” He rolls us so he’s on top. And just like that, I stop thinking entirely.
Saint
Now that I’ve experienced a night with Lark, spending a full day and night away from her is torture. Even though it’s hard sometimes, and I see some truly fucked-up shit, I love being a firefighter. But that doesn’t mean that I enjoy a night away from my omega, especially the day after admitting how much I need her.
Today’s been decent. We only had a handful of medical runs. The rest of the day was spent doing truck checks and shooting the shit with one another.
Usually, we don’t get as much downtime on shift. I should be grateful. But downtime means I have nothing to occupy my mind other than thoughts of Lark. I’ve sported a fucking boner all day. The guys gave me so much hell about it, our captain finally told them to shut the fuck up.
I check my watch. 8:43 pm.
Time to call my omega.
“I’m heading up,” I say to the rest of the guys. Our crew is assigned to East Rock’s newest fire station, which means we each have a private bunk room.
“Night, Loverboy,” McGinley singsongs. I flip him off. He grins. I'm grinning too by the time I hit the stairs.
I settle in my bunk before digging my phone from my back pocket. No missed calls from Lark. She won’t call first. Not after everything. That’s fair. I’ve got a lot to make up for.
I find her number and hit the video call button. She answers on the second ring but doesn’t turn on the camera. “Hey,” she gasps like she’s out of breath.
“Hey,” I say. “Are you working out?”
There’s a noise that I can’t quite make out. Clapping? Slapping?
“Turn on the camera. I want to see you.”
She grunts. “Are you alone?”
I nod to the camera. “Yeah. We have private bedrooms here. Just you and me.”
The camera flips on and my fucking jaw hits the floor. She’s face down on the bed, ass in the air, as Silas fucks her hard from behind.
My cock kicks.
