Page 86 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“I know. But you can still be a solo artist. And it might fit you better, too. You can play on your own schedule. It’s a bit of an oddity to be an omega. I’m sure I can get people into seats. And you’d keep them there.”

I’m hearing his words, but because he is saying them so casually, I can’t quite compute what he is saying.

“This is what you’re working on this morning?”

“Yeah, I texted Shadow to look into availability dates, but he’s probably still boneless from whatever you did to him last night. Arnold texted me back to confirm this won’t interfere with your heat schedule.”

“Why?” I whisper. Still blindsided.

He tips my head back so I’m looking up at him.

“Because you’re incredible. And everyone should know.”

“Jake, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll do it. And I’ll take care of everything else. It’ll be my pleasure.”

“Ok.”

He puts his phone on the night stand and starts rubbing my body up and down. I move overtop of him and spread my legs apart, gripping him with my thighs. It has the added benefit of positioning my pussy over his hard cock. I encourage him to rub me over him.

Our breaths speed up. My nipples are tight and they run perfectly through my thin shirt.

“Make me come?” I ask between panting and moaning. Jake flips us so he’s on top.

His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking and biting and pulling. He sits back and pulls my legs up on his shoulder, reaching under my ass to remove my panties. He then adjusts my legs so they are both on one side of his head.

“Look at you. So beautiful. I think I have the prettiest omega.”

I preen under his adoration. I can’t deny his obsession with me. It’s in his voice. His words. The hissing of his teeth. His shaking, tight gripping hands. It’s everything and everywhere.

“Put your fingers on your pussy. I want to see how you make yourself come. I bet you don’t even need me here.”

“I need you,” I race to say.

“Ineed you, Ondine.Ineed you. Now be a good girl, and finger that lovely little pussy so I can watch.”

25

Bodyguard

Ondine

Itrack Sebastian with my eyes as he works in the yard. Those pavers he dug up a few weeks back? He’s replacing them with bigger stone blocks. His shirt is off, despite the chill in the air, and his gorgeous body is on display. There’s no one else out here, otherwise I’d have to gouge their eyes out. I keep ogling him, from my seat on the porch, buried under blankets, and then looking around to make sure we are alone.

Killer is curled up in my lap, purring like she isn’t completely asleep.

“What’s going on with you?” Sebastian says as he stops near me for some water. The blocks have all been artfully arranged in front of the flower garden.

“Me?” I ask, innocently.

“Yeah, you. I’m not talking to the mouse in your pocket.” His smile is golden as he laughs at his own joke.

I sigh and just watch him. I could watch him all day.

“I could watch you all day,” I say aloud.

He smirks like I’m being silly and takes another drink of water.