Page 161 of Omega's Heart

“Depends on your definition of silly.” Kaden pressed his lips to Felix’s chest, right over his heart. He could feel the solid thump of it, faster than usual after all their exertions, but still strong and reassuring. Like his mate. “Meanwhile, I’m not done with you yet, omega.” He felt the shiver that ran over Felix’s body and grinned against the flesh beneath his mouth.

Felix stretched beneath him and watched him with the contented look of a wolf who’d just caught the fattest rabbit.

Kaden thought he’d waited long enough; the chance of him finishing before he could coax another orgasm out of Felix as low as it was going to get. Cautiously, in case he was being a little overoptimistic about his self-control, he began to move, his eyes fixed on Felix’s face, watching for every flicker of expression, each tiny twitch and gasp of pleasure. Felix combed his fingers in Kaden’s hair, stroking the edges of his face and down his neck to knead at his shoulders. Once again, he dragged the sole of his foot up Kaden’s leg, sighing as his movements urged Kaden on. They rocked together, exchanging passionate kisses as the heat between them grew again, the fire not much dampened. Felix dragged his fingernails up Kaden’s back; Kaden returned the favor by spreading Felix’s legs wider and adjusting the angle of his hips, searching for that spot inside his mate that would trigger that second, larger orgasm.

Felix moaned and arched into Kaden’s caresses, rising to meet every thrust. His scent, sweeter now that he was carrying Kaden’s pup, grew stronger, and the noises he made became less coherent.

Yes, it’s working!

But it was also working on Kaden and he felt his control slipping away through his fingers, his pace increasing, his own ability to speak like a civilized creature disappearing beneath the crush of ages-old instinct, all fur and claws and fierce, primitive desire.

One more thrust and he was done, his vision sheeting multi-color, ecstasy bowing his spine as he drove himself forward in some primal, futile attempt to become one with his mate. Felix cried out, hands scrabbling at Kaden’s body as he bucked beneath him.

Kaden held tight until the pleasure slowly released its hold on them. He rested his forehead against Felix’s neck as he gasped for air, Felix’s chest rising and falling beneath him like a bellows.

They’d totally destroyed the bed, sheets pulled off the mattress, pillows on the floor. Felix snickered as he took in the destruction, his eyes dancing as he tucked himself in under Kaden’s arm. “I like being mated.”

“Me too,” Kaden told him and kissed his forehead. “How long do we have until we have to go get the pup?”

“Again?”

Kaden laughed. “Maybe? But I like having you to myself. I’m going to be jealous of this pup.”

Felix twisted in his arm to look up at him. “You know you’re the center of my universe.”

Kaden kissed him again. “I don’t mind,” he whispered, contradicting himself. He reached for the one pillow still clinging precariously to the edge of the mattress and jammed it behind his head so he could relax against it and stare up at the ceiling, simply existing in the happiness of this moment.

He thought Felix might have fallen asleep and was considering his options for sneaking out of the bed without waking his mate when Felix stirred and asked in a blurry, relaxed voice, “What time is it?”

“Dunno. My phone’s on the floor somewhere. Probably with those pants you tore off me.”

His mate chuckled and rubbed his cheek. “Well, you know what they say about us omegas.”

“Yes. Thank Lysoon I caught you before your pack grew a brain.”

Felix laughed and hid his face against Kaden’s shoulder. “I do love you.”

“Favorite mate,” Kaden replied and tipped Felix’s face up for a kiss.

C H A P T E R 8 7

Sunday evening, Kaden flew out again to Washington. Felix came to see him off, and they sat in pre-boarding until the last minute, neither of them wanting to say goodbye, until Kaden finally had to go through security so he could get on the plane.

This was killing him. Not just being away from Felix, but the money he was spending—he hadn’t expected half of his pay to go on travel and food and staying in hotels so he could work. At the rate he was going, he wasn’t going to have the extra credits necessary to have the house built the way he wanted it.

Felix was going to be so excited when Kaden could finally tell him. If he could tell him.

The frustrating part was that, with the time spent in Washington and being unable to find a place to stay that complied with the Segregation Laws and Amendment Seventy-Six without costing half a day’s pay, he was going through money faster than Quin’s pups went through clothes.

The plan had been to hold Felix’s prydaya back as an emergency fund in case something happened during the construction that needed extra credits. But they’d barely started construction on the house and he’d already had to pull from the prydaya twice. Not huge amounts, but every dip into that fund made him wince with guilt. This couldn’t go on—that was Felix’s money, no matter what his mate insisted on.

He needed to talk to the senator. Or John. Mike even, could maybe help him figure something out here. But this wasn’t sustainable.

The only other option was to go back to the original house plan, without those specific modifications he wanted for his mate.

Fuck that. Felix was getting his bathroom. And his kitchen. And the extra bedroom. Even if it did end up costing him an arm and a leg.

Kaden checked his copy of the senator’s schedule for the week and realized that the man was supposed to be following him up to Washington tomorrow evening. Good. Maybe I’ll volunteer to pick him up at the airport. If he could get a few minutes alone with him, they could talk this out. He didn’t need this job, and he was seeing less and less of what made it worthwhile for him to keep. After all, he could go back to Mercy Hills with his pension, now thankfully started, and live off that and contribute directly to the welfare of the pack.