Page 12 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)

Chapter Seven

Grace

W rapped in a long, dark green silk robe, I sat on the foot of Spencer’s bed as he brushed my hair. It was getting long–well, longer than I liked to keep it. Still, I sat and enjoyed it as he took his time, turning what I thought of as a necessary chore into a nearly orgasmic experience.

“You’re an expert hairbrusher,” I told him. And hair washer. And bather. And cook.

All of my memories about what had happened while I was gone bumped around in my head so fast I couldn’t grab onto them, like I was trying to catch bubbles. But I did get a sense of things–like when I’d told Spencer I wasn’t in trouble. That I knew.

But I still wasn’t sure why the agent came. I was pretty sure that I’d previously met him. That where I’d been, I’d been before.

I also knew that I almost hadn’t come back, which terrified me so much that I wasn’t sure I wanted to recall anything.

“Just relax,” Spencer said softly. “Just feel. You don’t have to think of anything, do anything, just let me take care of you.”

Yes, Alpha.

While I had no complaints with how Wes treated me, I was thoroughly enjoying Spencer’s pampering. Sure, Evan and Wes treated me like a princess. But Spencer worshiped me like I was a goddess.

All the attention to details made everything even more perfect. Like all the lavender-scented things. How had he known that I preferred lavender? Wes and Evan usually got me peach or vanilla, which I did love. But it wasn’t my absolute favorite.

Somehow Spencer had noticed. The hair mask was for fine hair. The robe was just the right shade of green. There was a bath pillow. He’d been prepared so when he had the chance he’d be ready.

The goddess treatment was exactly what I needed right now.

We weren’t bonded. He couldn’t feel me. Spencer was going off of alpha instinct or reading my body language or whatever.

No one had ever paid me this level of attention and care. He was so gentle, so kind, so patient. Getting fed a homemade dinner while in the bath? Yes please. I loved every moment.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. Because I wasn’t ready to process what had happened. Just feel.

“That’s it. So perfect,” he murmured, one hand caressing my face, sending shivers straight through me.

Mmmm, yes Daddy. I could see how he saw himself as a nurturer and protector. He always took care of this family in so many ways. Ways I wasn’t sure everyone even noticed, and there were probably a million little things I didn’t.

It was hot as hell.

Spencer’s bedroom was done in burgundies and greys, with dark wood furniture, carpet my feet sunk into, and stunning artwork on the walls. The room smelled of lavender, like he had a diffuser going someplace.

Everything seemed simple yet luxurious, like he’d rather have a few well-made items than a room full of ones that just worked. It was a perfect balance of aesthetic and function with no expense spared. Even the comforter under me was soft, probably of a higher thread count than I’d ever felt.

But then I knew Spencer was a man that liked his comforts and appreciated quality. Like whatever hairbrush he was using on me. So much better than anything I used.

Finally, he put the brush down and caressed my neck and shoulders, which sent heat right down my core, pooling between my thighs.

“Would you like to lay down on the bed and have a massage? Or we could watch a movie? Sleep? Would you like more food?” Each suggestion was punctuated with a little kiss on my throat that made me moan.

“A sexy massage with a happy ending? Please.” While that bath was so very nice, I really wanted more. But I could be patient, as long as I got a knot in the end.

“Happy ending?” He grabbed a blanket off the chair and laid it across the bed.

“A massage ending in orgasms. In this case I mean orgasms with knots.” It would be worth the wait.

“You want my knot, Darling?” He carefully removed the robe from me, eyes dancing with lust. “I’d love that. Could you lay face down on the bed for me, please? Oh, that is perfect.”

All this praise made me wet. I was enjoying this care and attention so much that I was content to let everything take its course, knowing I’d get exactly what I’d needed. Just like in the bath.

I laid down on the soft blanket as he laid the robe on the chair and dimmed the lights, and pushed a button, lighting up a bunch of electric candles. Spencer only wore briefs. He was very fit. You could make pancakes on that stomach.

I would eat pancakes off that stomach. Yeah, I was thirsty.

“We should put the wrist brace back on, just to remind us of any limitations so that you don’t get hurt,” he said, putting the wrist brace on my arm. “This is different from what you had. The walking cast as well.”

I frowned, struggling to remember. Hmmm. I could see a clinic in my mind. “I might have gotten sick. But I don’t quite remember.”

“Ah, yes. Some sort of interdimensional police station is probably a very good place to catch something that you’re not resistant to,” he nodded.

It made sense to me. I was a little surprised that I hadn’t been sick with something here. Though when I arrived here, between the clinic and the hospital, I’d been vaccinated for all sorts of things since I’d had no records.

Spencer straddled my back. “Let me know if the pressure is too firm, not firm enough, or if you need attention in a different area.”

“Oh, I will.” Closing my eyes, I listened to the soft music, as warm lavender-scented oil glided across my skin. That must be what the blanket was for, so we didn’t get oil all over everything.

His fingers kneaded into my shoulders. “Too warm? Too hard?”

“Perfect,” I hummed. His cock dug into my back, and my pussy was on fire, but that smooth pressure was worth it.

“Good girl. Relax and just let all the tension float away,” he purred as he massaged all my cares away.

Good girl? Oh, I’ll be so good.

I drifted in and out of consciousness as his oiled hands glided across my body, tenderly working over every inch of me. The gentle pressure reminded me that I was home, I was safe, and people cared about me.

They’d missed me when I was gone. Had anyone even missed me back in my old world? There’d probably been no search, no posters. My own family probably didn’t know I was gone.

Or cared.

Finally, he kissed my temple. “Are you doing all right? Turn over for me?”

I nodded and turned over, as he once again straddled me and began to massage my arms. His hard dick kept rubbing me through his briefs. As he worked me over, his hands kept brushing over my nipples, and the heat inside me that had lulled started to build again.

When his hands grazed my hips, my insides quivered, anticipating his next move. He moved so he was sitting between my legs and began rubbing my good foot, then working his way back up my thighs.

Tease.

“Are you still doing all right?” he inquired.

A groan escaped my lips. “This is amazing.”

“I’m so glad that you’re enjoying it.”

He gently caressed me, lightly exploring and massaging me, but not actually entering me, as my breath came out in little pants.

“Would you like me to continue, or may I taste you now?” Spencer leaned forward, body almost covering mine, his breath warm on my cheek.

“That was wonderful but taste me, Alpha. Please?” I gazed up into his beautiful eyes.

Spencer smiled and let out a little growl of pleasure that made me wet. He moved me onto the bed, pulling back the covers and positioning me carefully among the pillows.

“I love you like this. So beautiful.” He made a happy noise, and his eyes went half-lidded as his hands caressed my body with a featherlight touch.

Spencer positioned himself between my legs. My gaze fell down to that mouth, that delectable mouth full of sweet kisses and words.

“Yes, I’m most definitely going to taste you now.” His tongue caressed me. “You taste a bit like peaches.”

He devoured my pussy as if it were his favorite snack, licking and sucking every inch of it. I moaned and rocked my body, trying to grind down on his face as he teased my entrance with his lips, and circled my clit with his tongue.

“Come when you wish and as much as you need,” he purred into me, his tongue flicking my clit. “I want you dripping down my face, to be aching, wet, and ready for my knot, so I can give you the very happiest of endings.”

Yes, Daddy.

My thighs trembled as he sucked on my clit, hard, his fingers entering me. A gasp escaped my lips as my body spasmed with pleasure. His fingers continued to twist and pump, his mouth never stopping, sending me quickly to another peak.

“Spencer,” I screamed as my back arched, as an orgasm shuddered through my body.

He purred into my pussy, curling his fingers to find all the sweet spots. “Oh, I think I could feast on you all night long. You taste divine.”

I squirmed against him as I flooded with desire, loving the attention he was giving it, but ultimately wanting something else. He hit just the right spot and my body exploded. Again. I’d lost count of how many orgasms he’d given me tonight.

“Please, Alpha. I need you inside me, I need your knot,” I begged, still not quite satiated.

“Do you, Darling?” He continued to lap at me languidly.

“I do, please, Alpha, please?” I pleaded, wiggling against him.

He sat up, my pussy juices dripping down his face. “You ask so sweetly.”

Spencer stood and got off the bed, wiping his face as he removed his briefs.

All I could do was stare. While the lights were soft, I had a very, very good view of his very, very large, erect cock. It was longer than Wes’ and as thick as Evan’s. His knot, that fleshy bulb alphas had, was fully inflated, and ready for me.

“Beautiful,” I murmured from my perch among the pillows, bending my knees and arching my back.

“Oh, you are,” he breathed as he climbed back onto the bed. “Before breakfast tomorrow, I’m going to kiss every inch of you.”

He took my breast into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.

“Oh, yes, Alpha,” I moaned, my hips jutting forward, again enjoying the attention but still wanting.

A smile played on his lips. “You’re so sweet, so good.”

Taking his cock in his hand, he leaned over me and guided himself inside me inch by inch, teasingly, maddeningly slow, his length stretching me.

A happy sound escaped my lips.

This. This was what I wanted.

“You look exquisite taking my cock. You feel exquisite taking me.” His eyes met mine as he seated himself in me almost to his knot, then withdrew, then pushed himself back in, and withdrew, over and over.

The languid rhythm of his swollen knot slapping against my clit seeped through my body, filling every pore, every inch, with a slow burning desire.

He continued murmuring praise in my ear, shifting my body into different positions, as he made me come again and again.

Finally, a scream ripped from my throat and black spots danced in front of my eyes, as my orgasm seared my very soul.

“Are you ready for my knot, Darling?” he whispered. “I’m ready to come inside you.”

“Yes, please,” I keened, absolute jelly in his arms.

In one smooth gesture, he thrust his full length into me, joining us tightly. His body trembled as his heat flooded me. I orgasmed again, in a flash of warm lightening, making my entrance flutter around him.

“I love it when you come around my knot,” he praised, kissing me deep, as he continued to pump his cum inside me. He pulled me close.

Spent and content, he rolled so I was on top of him, us still joined, and pulled a blanket over us.

“Are you all right?” he asked softly, stroking my back with his hands in a soothing gesture.

A happy hum thrummed through my chest. “That was amazing.”

And exactly what I needed.

“It was. Rest now. You’ll need your energy. After all, I did make you a promise,” he murmured, holding me tight as he started to purr.

To kiss every inch of me. I couldn’t wait. But until then, I’d let myself be lulled by his purr and his leathery scent. I was safe. I was warm. I was loved.

There were more knots waiting for me. Right after I had a little rest.