Page 15 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

Chapter Ten

Alex

“Ugh,” Seth groaned, listing sideways on my sofa and patting his teeny tiny rounded belly, which I found incredibly sexy. I couldn’t wait to see him round with our pup. “I’m sooo full. What magic do you possess to make tacos that good?”

Grinning at him, I placed his sock covered feet in my lap and started to rub absently. He moaned, the sound shooting straight to my cock. “No magic. Just an abuela who taught me to cook. And my madre , and tías , it’s a big family. Besides, tacos are easy.”

Seth groaned again when I hit a pressure point on his arch. “Those tortillas were homemade.”

Frowning, I acted offended, “As if I would buy store bought. ”

“Really? Please never stop doing that,” he indicated his foot I was rubbing.

“Actually, I do buy store bought tortillas,” I grinned, “I was just trying to impress you.”

“Worked.”

“So,” I said after a minute or two of relaxed silence while I rubbed his other foot, “I was thinking we could set the birthing tub up in a corner of my master bedroom. It’s big and there’s a hardwood floor. And I can drag the garden hose in through the window.”

Seth sat up, nearly pulling his foot from my grasp, and I worried I had overstepped, gone too fast, asked for too much, too soon.

Hurriedly, I told him, “I don’t know where you live, but my house is big. Four bedrooms, a large, fenced back yard. Great neighborhood.”

Seth stared at me with his pretty blue, black rimmed eyes, then nibbled on one of his bright pink painted nails. Holding my breath, I waited for him to say something.

“Um, I live in an apartment. Which isn’t ideal for giving birth. It’s not really big enough for the birthing tub. And the neighbors might not appreciate me screaming my head off, which is bound to happen. What exactly are you asking me, Alex?”

Taking a fortifying breath, I plowed ahead.

“I’m asking you to move in with me. I know it’s super fast, but you’re my mate.

My fated mate. And we are having a pup. I have more than enough room, and if you don’t want to share a bed yet, there are three other bedrooms to choose from.

Though one would be for the baby. I’m just saying, even though we are fated, and I feel…

things for you, Seth, I’m not pressuring you.

It’s your choice, and you have choices. I’m fucking this up,” I muttered, running a hand over my face and beard.

He shook his head, “No, you’re not.”

“I’m not?”

“It’s all those things you said, and more, but…yes. I think, yes. I feel things for you, Alex. I have from the first time I saw you, even before I swiped your drink.”

“Which you totally did to get my attention,” I smirked, letting him know I had been on to him from the beginning.

He grinned, “I totally did. But when you kiss me…it’s different than any kisses I’ve ever had.

When you touch me, when you look at me…I don’t know, it’s all magnified by about a thousand.

” He crawled into my lap, and I couldn’t remember a time I had ever been happier.

“So yes, it’s all happening way too fast, but I don’t care. I want you. I want us.”

He took my hand and placed it on his belly, where our pup was nestled, safe and secure, his hand covering mine. “Yes. Yes, I’ll move in with you. Yes, to it all. Please, please, don’t make me regret doing this. ”

Capturing his lips in mine, I whispered, “I won’t, I swear to you, I won’t.”

We kissed for a few more minutes, each brush of our lips against each other growing more heated, more passionate.

Our hands roamed over our clothes, under, tugging impatiently, needing to feel skin, until we were both naked and Seth was stretched out on the couch in front of me.

One shapely leg planted on the floor, the other thrown over the back of the couch.

He held his arms out to me, welcoming me, and I sank into him. Our tongues tangled together as my cock slid into his warm, wet heat. His hole was tight despite our foreplay, and he hissed as my cock stretched him.

We stared into each other’s eyes as we moved together, our panting breaths and sharp cries filling the air.

This was different from the night we had spent in the hotel. That had been fueled by pure need, desire, and lust. This was something more.

This was lovemaking.

Each kiss, each stroke of a hand exploring curves, and dips, and crevices. Each swipe of a tongue, each taste of skin, and slick, and droplets of precum.

This was nothing I had ever experienced before with anyone. I knew I never wanted to experience this with anyone else.

This was Seth.

My Seth .

My mate.

My love.

If it took the rest of my life, I would make sure he knew he was cherished, wanted, and loved. That he wasn’t too much for me.

“Alex!” he shouted as my hips slammed into his, my cock sliding over his prostate, making him thrash beneath me. “Please, Alex, I need…”

“Come, sweetheart!” Our lips ground together in a hard kiss, as we both let our orgasms wash over us. We were so close, but still, we tried to get closer. Hip to hip, legs entwined, hands holding tightly together.

“ Te amo ,” I panted against his skin, over and over, as he lay beneath me in a boneless heap. Tiny aftershocks shook his body every few seconds, his eyes closed, his face slack. “ Te amo .”

I knew he didn’t understand me, and that it was probably too early for him to say it back. He didn’t seem like a person who said those three little words lightly, but it didn’t stop me from caressing the words over his sweaty skin.

Because I did love Seth. Was pretty sure I had fallen in love that first night together. And one day, I knew he would say the words back.

Something heavy was on my chest, making it hard to breathe. A rough tongue licked my cheek, and my eyes flew open. My eyes met golden ones, not at all like Seth’s, but they were exactly that of a cougar.

The large, tawny and black head of a huge cat stared down at me, two gigantic paws planted on each shoulder. His heavy body held me to the bed, stretched out down my length, and was he…purring?

The rumble vibrated down my chest and stomach, tickling, his golden eyes unblinking, pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

“Uh, good morning?” Reaching a tentative hand out, I hoped I wasn’t about to lose my fingers as I stroked the top of his tawny head. His fur was short and dense, not at all what I expected, and his pointed ears twitched as I scratched him .

Seth had obviously shifted in his sleep, and my wolf quietly preened. I hoped him shifting while wrapped in my arms meant he felt safe and comfortable with me.

“Wanna go get some breakfast?” Not sure what the protocol was for waking up with your partner shifted, who seemed to have no desire to shift back to his human side, I went with normal morning after rituals. At least for me.

The large head shook, a grumble rumbling from his mouth. He stretched, his paws pushing me further into the mattress, and my breath whooshed out of my lungs. “Oof…you’re…heavy.”

Gently, I shoved at him and he rolled off me with another grumble, then proceeded to lick one paw like it was completely normal for me to wake up next to a mountain lion.

Taking a deep breath, I glanced over at him, rubbing a hand over my face and scratching my beard.

“I need coffee,” I muttered, stretching and making my way to my kitchen. The coffee machine was gurgling loudly when I heard his paws coming down the hall, his claws making clicking noises against my hardwood floors.

His body was long and sleek, heavily muscled, his fur different shades of tan and brown, while his muzzle was black. He was a stunning creature, graceful, yet deadly.

Wanna run , my wolf howled at me.

Blowing on the dark, steaming brew in my cup, I casually watched as Seth prowled around the room, sniffing here and there, before flopping down on the floor in front of my front window. A stream of sunlight bathed him, and he sighed in contentment, laying his head on his paws.

“Wanna go run?” I drained the dregs of my coffee and placed my cup in the sink. Seth’s head came up and he stared at me with his gold eyes, blinking slowly. “You want to get dressed first?”

Another rumble of irritated noise and a yawn.

“Okay, guess not. I’ll just go get some clothes on and grab some for you.”

We could just stay in my backyard, but something told me that wasn’t what my mate wanted or needed. He didn’t have that much time left where he could safely shift before he would be too far along. It wouldn’t hurt to let my wolf out and run with him.

Ten minutes later, I was dressed and had gathered up Seth’s discarded clothes and put them in a bag. He was waiting by the door that led from my kitchen to my garage and promptly jumped into the back seat of my car and stretched out when I opened the door for him.

As soon as I parked at the public access site to the woods, Seth was up and pawing at the door.

“Patience,” I urged, opening the door and letting him out. He ran for the woods, then looked back and let out a sound that I could only describe as a scream. Then he grinned, showing off his sharp teeth, and tossed his head at me.

“I’m coming,” muttering, I quickly shed my clothes, locking my car and putting my keys in a pouch around my neck.

It was still fairly early and there were only a few cars here now.

Calling forth my wolf, my muscles and bones shifted, fur sprouting across my body until I stood on four paws.

My Mexican gray wolf was smaller than most of the wolves that lived in Sweet Alps, and leaner, but we could be just as deadly if we needed to.

But I wasn’t sure I’d win in a fight with my cougar mate.

Once Seth saw that I had shifted he sprang into action and was off, disappearing into the leafy tree line.

My wolf took the bait, hot on his heels, but he was much faster.

Finally, I had to concede that I wasn’t going to catch up with him.

Sitting on my haunches, I panted harshly.

I wasn’t sure how fast my mate’s cat was, but he was way faster than my wolf.

Not liking that we could no longer see our mate, I took off at a slow walk, still trying to catch my breath. Another scream echoed through the air, causing the birds in the trees to take flight.

“I hate when he does that,” a voice had my wolf turning his head towards the couple walking my way. Asher Pierce had a hold of his twins' little hands, while they toddled next to him, and a gigantic bear lumbered behind them .

Asher shook his head. “I swear he just likes making noise sometimes, screaming because he can.”

The bear, who I knew was his mate, Gabe Carmichael seemed to agree. Seth came trotting up then, looking pleased with himself and I swore he was preening. The two little boys squealed when they saw him, trying to break free from their omega father’s hold.

“Kitty, kitty!” They cried in unison, and Asher sighed loudly, but let go of their hands.

“Seth, no more screaming. It’s way too early for that nonsense,” Asher admonished good naturedly.

Seth gave us a slow blink, then plopped down so he was more level to the boys, who swarmed him.

They pulled at his fur, patted him a bit roughly in my opinion, and one even climbed on his back like he was a horse.

Seth didn’t seem to mind, taking it all in stride.

He was patient with the toddlers, gentle even with them, and I got a glimpse of the kind of father he was going to be to our child.

Finally, Asher insisted the boys had bothered the “kitty” enough and pulled the boys off of him. Seth stood, stretched his back, extended his paws and showed off what looked like deadly claws.

“Thanks for letting them maul you,” Asher told him, grinning. “See you Monday.”

Seth let out a soft chuff and the little family continued on their way, turning in the direction I knew there was a body of running water.

I sometimes cooled off there in the summer, but that water had to be icy right now.

We’d had some warmer days, but there was still snow covering patches of the landscape.

Seth whined then, and my poor mate suddenly looked done in. He needed food, and maybe a nap. It was Saturday and we could afford to be lazy.

Letting out a yip in response, I wished our bond was stronger, and we could hear each other’s thoughts. We’d get there. I was already starting to sense his emotions across our bond.

Seth rubbed his head under my chin, purring, and my wolf did a happy little dance. My mate was marking me. He rubbed his head over my face and down my neck, paying extra attention to my scent gland.

Soon we would mate claim each other, placing our bite over each other’s gland and letting the world know we belonged to each other.