Page 34 of His Reward (Omegas After Dark: Omega Auction #2)

They were glorious, but they were almost an afterthought. My whole body tingled with awareness. It was an entirely new feeling and it eclipsed any pleasure I’d ever felt before.

“Lucien?” Boston asked, probably because I didn’t reply.

I forced myself to take in a breath and concentrate on what I was feeling.

My heat had stopped, but I didn’t have any of the usual aversion to touch.

Boston was still knotted in me, and even though my womb had pushed the head of his cock out and sealed up again even more protectively than before, I found immense comfort in still being joined with my alpha.

My alpha. It wasn’t pretend or lip-service anymore. The bond was definitely there now, huge and bright and powerful.

“We bonded,” I managed to squeeze out through my surprise.

“We did,” Boston said. I could feel his elation over the fact. He hugged me close, kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder over and over. “My omega. My amazing omega.”

“I’m pregnant,” I said in the same shocked hush.

Boston froze, his lips still on my neck.

“My heat is over,” I said, heart racing as the realization sank in. “Two heat waves, that’s it. And I can feel it in my womb. You did what you said you would and put a baby in me.”

Boston held still for a moment longer. “That was supposed to be part of the scene,” he said.

The emotions that poured through the bond from him were confused and shocked, but behind those feelings were pure joy and deep, alpha pride.

“You…you’re happy about it?” I asked, feeling so incredibly vulnerable that tears threatened to spill. I wasn’t supposed to cry outside of scenes.

“So happy,” Boston burst, hugging me tight. He tensed a moment later, then said, “Are you happy about it?”

I had to answer him honestly. He could feel my emotions now anyhow.

“I don’t know,” I said. I twisted to face him, and since his knot had already started to go down, he slipped out of me.

I didn’t mind. My heat was over anyhow, and I really wanted to face him for this conversation. “This wasn’t part of the plan at all.”

Boston’s smile and his joyful emotion faded a little. “I didn’t think of that.”

I hated that I’d killed his joy.

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing,” I rushed to say, resting my hand on the side of his stubbly face. “I’m definitely not saying that.”

“But you didn’t plan on having a baby right now,” Boston said, partially echoing my thoughts. “And it’s exactly what your father wants to see happen.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that,” I said, my heart sinking into my stomach.

He was right. This was exactly what my father wanted to happen.

I’d started dating my firefighter rescuer, I’d moved in with him, and now I was pregnant with his baby.

The only thing from my father’s checklist that we hadn’t done was get married.

I sucked in a breath. Damn, I wanted to marry Boston so badly right now.

I wanted to be his omega forever, I wanted us to bring this baby into the world together, and I wanted to have even more, raising an entire family with him.

And yes, I could see me teaching our children to skate.

I could see me and Boston and our family out on the ice, smiling and laughing and loving each other.

“Whoa, whoa. That’s a powerful burst of emotion I’m getting right now,” Boston said.

I focused on him and blinked. “Is it possible to want something and not want it at the same time?” I asked.

I could tell immediately that he misunderstood me by the way his expression fell. “If you don’t want the baby—”

“No!” I cut him off. “That’s not what I mean at all. It’s not the baby, it’s the life, the everything.”

Boston frowned slightly, like he didn’t understand me. I loved the way he stroked my side and hip, though. Even when he was confused, his touch was tender and possessive.

“I’m supposed to be recovering,” I said, trying to fit my expansive and tangled thoughts into words. “I’m supposed to be getting stronger and regaining my flexibility so that I can compete again. I’m supposed to be defying my father and succeeding despite him.”

“Not getting pregnant and doing exactly what he’s had planned all along,” Boston said, mirroring my thoughts exactly.

He blew out a breath, then leaned in to kiss my forehead, then my lips.

“None of this is about your father,” he said, his voice taking on that in charge, determined alpha tone he had that I loved so much.

“Forget about him for a second. What do you want?”

“I want to have this baby,” I said, sliding my hand down my sweaty, cum-and-slick-sticky body to press a hand over my belly.

It was slightly more distended than usual, since it was filled with Boston’s cum still, but I loved that sensation.

“I also want to go back to skating,” I said, my heart squeezing. Would I be able to do both?

“I get it,” Boston said, shifting his hand to rest over mine. “And this has all got to be really confusing right now.”

“Confusing doesn’t begin to cover it,” I huffed ironically.

Boston shifted his hand to cup my jaw and turn my face up to his. He looked into my eyes and said, “Hey. You’ve only been pregnant for, like, five minutes. Absolutely nobody expects you to figure out the rest of your life with a baby in it.”

“And you,” I said, smiling as a swell of love for Boston filled me. “I want you in it, too.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I’m not letting you go at this point. I paid twenty-one million dollars for you.”

I laughed and tried to wrap my arm around him before realizing I still wore the restraints with their thick chain. “Think maybe you can get these off me now, Sir?” I asked teasingly.

“Your wish is my command,” he said, racing to unbuckle the restraints and toss them aside.

“I thought that was my role,” I said as he worked.

“It is,” Boston said, gathering me into his arms and rolling me to my back, carefully resting his weight on top of me once he did. “But I can be your slave even though I own you,” he said.

“I’m not sure that’s how it works,” I said, my smile growing. I wriggled a little, widening my legs, until I had him right where I wanted above me.

“It’s our scene,” Boston said. “It works however we say it works.”

“That’s very Dom of you,” I laughed.

“Yeah, but you like a good Dom, right?”

I grasped the sides of his face and lifted myself as much as I could to kiss him lightly. “I do,” I said. “Thank you for showing me that that hasn’t changed.”

“You’re still you, Lucien,” he said, kissing me back. “You still have the same wants and desires. And I’m more than happy to explore all of that with you and then some.”

I was so happy I could hardly contain it. I didn’t really need to, though. Boston could feel my emotions through our new bond.

Of course, that also meant he could feel the determination that began to grow within me, now that my physical needs were satisfied and I had a baby in me.

This all might have been part of my father’s plan, but I wasn’t going to let him own any part of the new journey I was on.

And I wasn’t going to forget skating either.