Page 18 of Such a Grumpy Omega (His Alpha Desires #9)
Everly
“I’m starving. Do you want coffee?” Fraser’s velvet voice roused me from the deepest sleep of my life. No nightmares. No dreams. Just perfect darkness and peace.
“Coffee. Shower. Five more minutes.”
He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck in a way that made me want a hell of a lot more than five more minutes in bed. “Such a grumpy omega in the morning. I love it. Stay as long as you like. I’ll be back with treats.”
Treats and more sleeping sounded good. I hoped one of the treats was him. I was scared to get up, to break the fabric of the cocoon of love and lust we’d crafted the night before. Reality was right outside the door, waiting to blast us with things like bills and due dates and schedules.
And the things I’d done.
Instead of going back to sleep, I turned over onto my back and rested my head on my arm, listening to the sounds of the alpha of my dreams making coffee.
Running water. Clanking the coffeepot onto the burner.
Sifting coffee into the basket. Opening the fridge.
Lemon cake, coffee, and Fraser sounded delectable for any meal of the day but this morning, I was particularly starving—for all of it.
But cake wasn’t on the menu, I assumed, as I heard chopping. The scent of frying butter, onions, and peppers filled the air, followed by the whisking of eggs and the sizzle of them pouring into the pan.
He was making me a proper breakfast. In all my chaos, Fate found it fitting to match me to a man who was, as far as I could tell, almost perfectly perfect.
I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.
While I rinsed the soap off my body, he knocked on the frame of the door and stuck his head in.
“You found everything you needed in there?” he asked, and I watched through the foggy door as he pulled out a brand-new toothbrush and a stack of folded towels.
I opened the door and stuck my head out. “Shampoo. Conditioner. Body wash.” I pretended to look around. “But no alpha.” I pouted out my bottom lip because dramatic.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Save that thought. You’re hungry, and my wolf won’t let me fulfill that need just yet. One hunger at a time, sweet omega.”
If his wolf was so concerned with feeding me, I’d have to be careful or need new pants. A few minutes later, I toweled off, brushed my teeth, and walked out with only a towel wrapped around my waist.
“You want to wear a pair of my pants? I have comfy ones. Unless you have somewhere to be?”
I shook my head. “I have nowhere to be, actually.”
“Come to the kitchen. Breakfast is ready.”
I put on his pajama pants and, true to his word, they were the softest I’d ever worn.
I might have to steal them. When I walked out, I chuckled at the scene.
The table was set with omelets stuffed with veggies and ham and gooey cheese.
But there were also thick slices of cake on the side.
“I was hoping cake was on the menu. We didn’t get to try this one last night. ”
Fraser looked at me with heat in his stare. His eyes roamed my body, and I shuddered as though it was his hands instead of his gaze. “The Triple Chocolate Threat tasted good but it was better licking it off you.”
My cock sprang up, volunteering for the licking part. “I thought you wanted me to eat.”
“I do.”
“Then you’d better stop looking at me like that.”
“Sit, omega. I might have gone overboard. It’s our first breakfast together. I’m enjoying all of these firsts immensely.”
We ate breakfast together like an established couple who had been together for decades. There was no tension between us. Still a rock in my stomach, but no underlying current of stress with his wolf or mine.
I had guilt and remorse to work through, but my alpha didn’t seem to hold a grudge.
We cleaned up together and spent most of the day in bed. I didn’t want to leave. Not ever. He was mine and after everything I’d done, I was his. He’d mated me and marked me so thoroughly that for a moment, I’d forgotten it all.
“Do you have to work tonight?” I asked.
“No. I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to join me at the club tonight.”
I swallowed. Seeing all the impact play and getting turned on by it was one thing, but participating? “To play?” I asked.
“Yes. You’ll be safe with me. I swear it.”
I closed my eyes for a second, assessing the way my nerves bundled in my stomach. It wasn’t anxiousness. The butterflies were pure excitement. “I know. Yes. Yes, I’ll go.”
“Good. You’ll need to come up with a safe word.”