I flipped myself over. I loved to look at him while he filled me, but I wanted him deeper, wanted him to cover me with his body and block out the rest of the world until all I knew was him.
He entered me slowly, until his hips were flush against me. I pushed against him, wanting more.
His hands held my hips as he slowly made love to me. This wasn’t a frantic connecting of bodies, this was slow and deliberate, the exact thing I needed from him. He kissed my neck and shoulders.
“Silas,” I moaned just before I rutted into the sheet, shouting out my pleasure as he hit that spot within me again and again.
“Yes, omega. Fuck yes. Come for me.”
I reached behind me, grasping for him. He slammed into me and shouted out his release.
I barely registered when he slipped out of me and cleaned us up. He lifted me from the bed to pull off the sheets.
I let myself be moved around like a doll. I was tired, the bone-weary exhaustion of the travel, the games, all coming down on me at once. I was home. In the arms of my alpha, the one I trusted above all else. He’d take care of me.
Then I was back in the bed and he was pulling me into his arms. “Sleep, omega.”
Chapter 5
Elliot
Silas’s arms tightened around me, as if he could sense that I was coming awake. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet, but he seemed to sense the difference in my breathing. I rolled over so that I was facing him and rested my cheek against his chest and let him envelope me in a deep hug. Whenever we were home together, the two of us acted like we were starved for human touch.
In reality, after a long road trip, I was starved for Silas’s touch.
“Are we staying like this all day?” I asked.
He laughed, and it rumbled against my ear. His skin was warm, and I never felt more secure than when I was in his arms. The rest of the world melted away. I could almost forget about hockey. Almost. “That would be nice, but I was thinking I’d make you breakfast.”
I snorted. “Yeah, right. There’s no food here. Last time I was home, there was a bottle of mustard in the fridge and that was it.”
Silas’s body stretched, and he yawned. I missed his warmth immediately, but once he was finished, he came back and wrapped his arms around me again. He lay on his back and let me drape myself over his chest. I threw my leg over his just to keep him from getting up.
“I talked to your mom last week. She came in a couple of days ago to spruce the place up and dropped off a few groceries. We have got frozen pizza, some hamburger, chicken, and all that salad stuff you like.”
“Hey, you love my orzo salad, too.”
“I like making it for you,” he said, “which I can do if you want to let me up.”
Hard pass. I didn’t move. I adjusted my hip slightly, letting my morning wood rub against him. Maybe that could convince him to stay. “I think I need coffee.”
Silas wrinkled his nose. He was one of the few people on the planet who somehow managed to function on drinking water alone. No coffee, no soda. The man barely even touched alcohol.
Me, on the other hand, I needed coffee to get my day started, and I liked to end my day with tea.
“Do you have any plans today?” I asked. That felt like something I should know. I didn’t have his schedule memorized. We shared digital calendars since we traveled so much. I could barely keep track of what city I was in, let alone him.
“I have two virtual meetings later, but that’s it. My day belongs to you.”
“That sounds nice.” Not the virtual meeting thing. That sucked. I needed to hit the gym later, I could get that done while he worked. That would make the time pass quicker until I could be in his arms again. Or better yet, have him buried in me.
After a few minutes of cuddling, I forced myself out of the bed. I couldn’t get used to being in his arms, even though after five years, it seemed the only time I slept well was when he was next to me, or on the days when I was on the road and I fell asleep while talking to him. That didn’t happen much anymore, now that the team was forcing me to room with Nix all the time. Apparently forcing the omegas to room together was a way in which they could save money. The alphas didn’t have to.
When I went into the kitchen, Silas was there. He slid a coffee mug over to me. He already had the stove going with whatsmelled like eggs. There was another saucepan on the stove, probably preparing the pasta for the salad I liked. My man was a multi-tasker. Meanwhile, I couldn’t boil pasta without forgetting what I was doing halfway through and letting the water boil down to nothing.
Silas looked as comfortable in the kitchen as he did on the ice.
I couldn’t look at him for too long. My heart hurt with it. He was too good for me. He was always too good for me. And fuck, this couldn’t go any further than what we were, right? No matter how much I wanted to. What were we going to do, give up our careers?
