As an Alpha, I can only breed with an Omega.
And as an Alpha-Omega pair, we can only create one of two offsprings—Alphas or Omegas.
The former would have been a lot of work in Bariloche Sector, primarily because I would have had to teach the Alpha how to play the game without actually enjoying the game.
And the latter… the latter would have required me and my mate torun.
Because there’s no chance in hell I would allow Carlos to touch my Omega offspring.
Fortunately, that’s no longer a concern. I can embrace this life, embrace Caja, embraceus.
My lips curl. “A family,” I say aloud. “We’ve created a family, Caja.”
She murmurs in response, on the vestiges of awareness.
I run my thumb along her nape, then return my effort to massaging the muscles there. She’s going to be sore all over for the next few days. But I’ll enjoy kissing away every bruise, laving away all the hurt, and begging for her forgiveness with my mouth against her clit.
Mmm, maybe I’ll wake her that way,I muse, gently pulling her off my chest and rolling her to the bed. She started making a nest last night, her mothering instincts kicking in as some part of her registered that she’s going to be a mother.
I wonder if she’s ever had a nest before. A true nest. Given her tentative nature last night, I suspect not.
Will this nest satisfy her, or will she want something different?
I’ll ask her when she’s fully awake.
To help her along, I kiss her neck, then continue down to her pretty tits.
She moans as I lave her nipples, then hisses when I kiss the mark on her right breast.
She’s practically panting when I reach her navel, then comes alive on a scream when I take her swollen clit between my teeth and nibble.
Using my palm on her belly, I push her back down and suck her clit deep into my mouth to roll it with my tongue.
She shouts my name, confirming she’s finally surfaced from her estrus.
Then she growls as I flatten my tongue against her abused nub. A fresh wave of slick pours out of her, telling me she’s more than ready for another session.
But this one, I want to be gentle.
Loving.
Tender.
A way to thank her for everything she’s given me. For being my mate. For beingmine.
I crawl back up her body, pressing kisses along the way, and settle my cock against her soaking wet core. “Good morning, tesoro,” I purr to her as I angle myself to meet her entrance.
She gasps as I fill her in a single thrust, her legs instantly encircling my hips.
“How are you feeling?” I ask conversationally as I move in and out of her.
“Full,” she rasps.
“Hmm,” I hum, reaching for a water on the nightstand and pressing the straw to her lips. “Drink.”
She sputters instead, a moan clawing its way out of her throat as I continue to move.
“Drink, tesoro,” I tell her again, my dick slowly sliding out of her before gliding right back in.
