Page 85 of Gamers' Omega

“I didn’t want you to slip in the water,” he said softly. “So use me for support as you step over.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

He turned to kiss my temple. “You’re welcome, our gorgeous omega.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. Pleasure-drunk me had admitted to liking them calling me their omega, and they’d taken quickly to using the term.

Tony held me steady as I eased into the hot water and got settled.

“Do you want privacy?” he asked once I was reclined against the wall of the tub. “Or do you want company?”

I considered the question, but my brain was still too mushy to come to an answer. “I don’t know,” I finally admitted.

Tony laughed. “Valid. How about I partially pull the curtain so you’re not just in there balls-out while I’m in sweats? I can sit here and be moral support, or chat, or whatever you need.”

“That… sounds nice,” I replied, leaning my head against the wall and closing my eyes.

The sound of movement. Metal against metal as the curtain rings slid along the rod. Then Tony sat on the closed lid of the toilet again.

The warmth seeped into my aching muscles, and after several minutes I let out a long sigh as the tension started to ease.

“Is… is it normal to be so sore after?” I murmured.

Tony chuckled. “Sweetheart, anybody would be sore from taking knot after knot during their heat. Sex is fun, but it’s also exercise. Think about how long your heat was, then imagine spending all that time working out at the gym instead. You’d be just as sore.”

“Hmmm… I guess that makes sense.”

There was a moment of silence, then he spoke again. “It was also your first time. It was all new, and your body has to figure things out. Most people would be sore after strenuous sex, but until your body knows what’s up, you’ll probably be a bit sore after even gentle sex.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, we should have thought about that.”

Ripples lapped against the edge of the tub as I shifted slightly. “It’s ok. Sore is different than pain. And… it’s a good sore. I’m sated in a way I’ve never been after a heat.”

He blew out a long sigh of relief. “That’s good.”

I allowed my thoughts to wander, and the fuzzy memories of my heat seemed to be what my mind latched onto. How even as they started to tire, my alphas had made sure that I had what I needed.

“How are you guys?” I asked.

“I haven’t asked the others,” Tony started. “But I’m a little sore, mostly in my legs. Worth it though. Watching you come over and over, feeling you around me as pleasure overwhelmed you… I’ll gladly take a few complaining muscles to experience that.”

My face heated as I remembered Tony inside me, the way his knot pulsed against my sweet spot as he bred me. “It felt good,” I whispered.

“I’m glad.”

I ran my fingers across my belly. “Do… do you think I’m pregnant?”

He chuckled. “I’d say the odds are good. But we’ll know in a few weeks, once a test will work.”

“What if I’m not?”

He hummed. “Then you’ll have to decide if you want to try again your next heat.”

“Me?” I whimpered.

“Yeah. Why does it sound like that worries you?”