Page 4 of Omega Dragon Manny (Shifters For Hire #3)

CLARK

In my dream, I was flying. Well, more like clinging to the back of a glorious dragon with the wind in my hair and smooth scales beneath me. Floaty was a new sensation for me, but I liked it and didn’t want to wake up.

At some point, the dream morphed, and instead of gliding through the clouds, I was landing with Beau in my arms. His mouth was open, and his full lips beckoned me to taste him. For a moment, our eyes met, and I knew with absolute certainty that he’d follow me anywhere.

My heart was full and ready to explode with joy…other parts of me were ready to explode, too.

And then I heard a baby cry, and my eyes instantly popped open. This was how I’d been waking up every single time lately. I didn’t love it.

Before I could get up to see who needed what, the crying stopped, and whispered words filtered down the hall.

“Beau’s got them. They’re in good hands.” Capable hands. Perfect hands.

A few seconds passed before I heard the creak of the hardwood and a door closing gently, so I relaxed again. My brain was a haze of confusingly happy thoughts as I closed my eyes and drifted off, pointedly ignoring the uncomfortable hardness of my cock.

If I could have picked up the dream where it left off, I would have, but I instantly found myself in a field with a majestic dragon gliding through the sky above me.

As I stared, the dragon came to a stop on the ground in front of me and morphed into the sexy omega I’d invited to live in my home.

He wasn’t wearing any clothes, but his body was blurry, obscured in a way that I could really only focus on his face.

And that was enough.

When I woke, my hand was shoved deep in my boxers, working my shaft like it was my job.

My hips were rutting into the mattress like a teenager, completely unconcerned about the man just a few feet away from my slightly opened bedroom door.

The familiar pressure built at the base of my spine as heat pooled behind my balls.

A vision of Beau filled my head while I bit back a moan. The way his lips pouted with desire when he’d looked at me in my mind was too much.

I tried to hold on longer, but there was no controlling it. My head snapped back, and I came hard, grunting into my pillow as my whole body arched with the climax.

The relief was short-lived when I heard the unmistakable sound of Beau humming. A lullaby, maybe. Whatever it was, it seemed to be lulling the babies into a calm that I’d yet to achieve with them.

He was some kind of miracle worker, and instead of respecting him for his skills with the babies, I was lusting over him in completely inappropriate ways. And as bad as I knew it was, I knew I’d not be able to stop. There was something about him.

I couldn’t exactly apologize for what I’d just been imagining about the man, so I did the next best thing.

I dragged myself out of bed and into a quick shower so I could take over for Beau and give him a break on his first day on the job.

So far, I tossed him to three tiny little wolves and took a sexy nap for… three hours. Shit!

Once I was dressed, I went out to see how I could help.

Beau was sitting cross-legged on the family room carpet, with a bottle in each hand feeding Betsy and Rory. “Hey, sleepyhead. Did you have a good nap?” The omega’s ears were pink at the tips, making me wonder if he’d heard me after all.

Gods, if he did, I didn’t want to know. How embarrassing. I was a grown-ass alpha and I couldn’t control my dick around a sexy omega.

“Um, yeah. Thanks for taking care of things out here.” I reached down and picked up Colby. He’d been lying on a blanket beside Beau, sucking his fingers and making cute little noises. “Did you already eat, mister man, or are you waiting for your brother and sister to finish?”

“He’s waiting his turn.” Beau nodded toward a third bottle that was blocked by his outer thigh. “He woke up in a good mood, so I started with these two.”

“That’s because he’s a sweetheart.” I nuzzled the top of Colby’s fuzzy head and dropped a kiss on it. “At least when he’s been serenaded.” I glanced at Beau and winked.

I was quickly learning how different each of the triplets were. Even at their young ages, their personalities shone through.

Beau’s blush was back as he smiled. “Sorry if I was loud. I was trying to be just loud enough to calm them without, um, interrupting you.”

I choked out a surprised laugh. Safe to say he did hear me. Nothing I could do about it now. At least he wasn’t acting uncomfortable or quitting. That would’ve been a nightmare. I couldn’t imagine there were any mannies out there that were a better fit for this job.

“I haven’t been sleeping well and had a particularly happy dream. I hope that didn’t make you uncomfortable.” My little declaration was making us both more uncomfortable than before, but as long as he brought it up…

“Not at all.” He shrugged and pulled Rory’s bottle from his mouth because it was empty. “I’ve been known to have a happy dream from time to time.” He met my gaze and held it, daring me to look away. “In fact, I have a feeling I might be having them more often.”

I was in so much trouble.