Page 77 of Laced With Secrets

“Oh thank god! Thank you! Tell Dominic thank you. You’re the bestest friend ever. I owe you so much?—”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted before Penny could continue his grateful rambling. “We’ll see you soon.”

I ended the call and set down my phone, looking up at Dominic who was still buried inside me.

“Penny needs us,” I said unnecessarily.

“I heard.” Dominic’s jaw clenched, his hands tightening on my hips. “But first, we’re finishing this. I’m sure as fuck not walking around with blue balls all day.”

“Dominic—”

“No arguments.” His hand encircled my weeping cock, thumb teasing the head. “Would I truly be worthy of the alpha designation if I left my omega in such a state?”

I choked back a whine, my body trembling with the unbearable tension of being so close yet denied. I needed him tomoveso badly right now.

He pulled almost all the way out, making us both groan, then smoothly pushed back in. I arched with a sharp gasp as his lips curled back, predatory canines on full display.

“We’re finishing this right now,” he said.

Thrust.

“Then we’ll shower, eat, and go rescue Penny from the terrifying French fashion people.”

He set a desperate pace, his earlier teasing replaced with pure need.

“But first—” he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside that made me see white, “—you’re going to come on my cock like a good omega.”

The orgasm hit me without warning, my whole body clenching around him as I came with a strangled cry. My hands flew to his thighs, gripping hard, bracing myself against the intensity as he continued to thrust through my climax. The muscles under mypalms were rock-hard, flexing with each powerful drive of his hips.

“That’s it,” Dominic groaned, his pace becoming erratic. “Fuck, baby, squeezing me so tight?—”

He buried himself deep one final time and came with a growl, his teeth finding the bonding mark as he emptied himself inside me. I felt every pulse, every twitch, my hands still clutching his thighs as aftershocks rolled through both of us.

We lay there for a moment, both breathing heavily, hearts racing. Dominic’s cock was still inside me, his release warm and claiming.

“Shower,” he finally said, pulling out slowly. “Quick shower, then we rescue Penny.”

“Quick shower” turned out to be relative. Dominic pressed me against the tile wall and washed me thoroughly, his hands lingering possessively on my body, but we managed to keep it to actual cleaning rather than another round. Barely.

By the time we made it to the kitchen, dressed and mostly presentable, I was stressing about the time.

“Sit,” Dominic commanded gently, already pulling out ingredients for a quick, but nutritious breakfast. “You’re not leaving this apartment without eating.”

“We need to?—”

“We have time,” he said firmly, cracking eggs into a pan. “You need fuel. Penny will be fine for now.”

I settled onto a breakfast stool, watching him work. Despite everything—the interrupted intimacy, the rush to get ready, the knowledge that we had places to be—there was something grounding about this moment. My alpha making me breakfast, taking care of me, prioritizing my needs.

Within minutes, he set a plate in front of me—eggs, toast with a light glaze of honey, and sliced fruit.

“Eat,” he said, and I did.

He joined me with his own plate, and we ate in comfortable silence for a few moments. Then he glanced at his watch and reached for his medication case—that sleek organizer that held his anti-seizure pills in carefully portioned doses.

I watched him take the pill, a routine I’d witnessed countless times now.

“The doc said he’d start weaning me off soon,” Dominic said.