I look…good. The weariness that’s been etched in my skin for months has faded. There’s a brightness in my eyes in placeof the usual dull fatigue of waking up after yet another night of inadequate sleep and bracing myself to face the day. There’s a damn smile on my lips that won’t go away, and my cheeks grow pink as I remember all the things Ambrose did to leave me in this state.
Then I remember all the things we didn’t do.
My face burns even more.
Oh god, I fell asleep. Ambrose went down on me, took care of everything for dinner, listened to me babble about all kinds of random shit, and gave me an incredible massage. And I fell asleep like a total jerk.
I move to the door, peering out into my nest to survey the burly alpha still gently snore-purring. There’s a heavy set to his brow, like his sleeping self realizes my absence and is deeply unhappy about it.
My heart stutters just looking at him.
He didn’t have to stay. I would’ve understood if he’d been miffed by me passing out without saying a word and headed home. But he’s still here.
My eyes grow watery, and I wipe the tears of happiness and appreciation away.
The handsome, wonderful alpha in my nest feels like a mirage. Far too good to be true. One of these days, I’m going to find what the catch is, but I don’t have the strength to investigate that now.
Not when he groans and reaches out into the empty space beside him, his eyes blinking open as he searches for me.
“Camille?” His voice is a rough croak, with more than a hint of worry lacing his tone.
“I’m here,” I murmur, unsticking my feet from where I’m hovering in the doorway to the bathroom.
The devastating smile Ambrose gives me as I slide back into the nest takes my breath away. He doesn’t give me time tocatch it, wrapping his arm around me and tugging me against his chest, lips pressing to the column of my throat as he scent marks me.
“Someday I’m going to bite you, right here,” he whispers, letting his teeth scrape where my neck meets my shoulder.
Goosebumps erupt over my flesh and my thighs grow slick. My omega lets out a little whine before I can stop it. I have no clue why that turns me on so much, but I guess now that I’m an omega, I’m into biting. It’s not any weirder than a daddy kink, so whatever.
Ambrose chuckles and guides me to hook my leg over his, kneading his fingers into my ass in a possessive grip. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you? I won’t make you wait long, sweetheart.”
I’m not sure why he’s not going for it now, but if he wants to wait to add biting to our bedroom activities, that’s fine.
He pulls a soft gasp from me as I feel his stiff cock against my thigh, the tip oh so close to where I’m already wet and aching for him.
As hot as the moment is, the urgent need to apologize for my behavior rises in me until the words spill out. “Speaking of waiting, I’m so sorry I fell asleep last night.”
“Don’t be. I can’t think of anything more satisfying for my alpha than your omega following all my commands and letting go enough to rest. Trusting me to protect you in your nest.” His hand trails up to my side to palm my breast lazily. “It was perfect,” he rumbles, raising his eyes to meet mine so I can see how sincere he is.
His teasing touch and the insistent presence of his cock nestled against me with only the barrier of his underwear in the way makes me bold. “Maybe you got everything you wanted, but I didn’t.”
Ambrose frowns slightly until I slide my hand downbetween us and cup his length. His eyes flutter shut for a second, and I can tell he’s fighting not to rock against my touch.
I don’t want him to hold back. I want to give him as much pleasure as he’s given me. “It’s not fair. You promised I could watch you come, Daddy.”
There’s no time for me to feel awkward about jumping back into the whole daddy thing because Ambrose releases a sound that’s half-growl, half-groan. “You’re right. How mean of me. You were such a good girl for me. You deserve whatever reward you choose.”
Ambrose rolls me onto my back, rising to his knees and grabbing his dick through his boxer briefs. “Tell me, sweetheart… How do you want to see Daddy come? It won’t take long after spending all night with your sweet ass nestled right against my cock, teasing me with your perfume and softness.”
His dirty words make slick gush between my thighs, spurring me to push myself up and press my lips to his in a needy open-mouthed kiss.
He growls for real this time, and my omega shivers with delight. She wants to roll over and put my ass in the air so he can fill me with his bulging knot, but I resist. I want to see the look on Ambrose’s face when he lets go. When he takes what he needs from his omega.
Ambrose’s hand tangles in my hair as we kiss, and he pulls me off after a few moments, eyes gleaming with desire. “That’s not an answer, baby girl,” he rumbles.
“I want to taste you.” My skin flushes at the hazy memory of begging Ambrose for a taste of his cum during my heat. “I need to know if you taste as good as I remember.”
“Fuck.” The groaned curse makes me even wetter, knowing how excited he is. My omega is absurdly proud that I affect this alpha so much.
