Page 92 of The Other Omega

Livia showed me the baskets. “We’ve brought more nesting supplies. Please let me know if you need anything else.”

Eight huge baskets altogether, so Leon really hadn’t been exaggerating.

“Thank you so much. I think this will be plenty,” I said, still feeling a little awkward about it. Having people rush around doing whatever I asked would take some getting used to.

“You may leave the used linen and cushions in the dressing room or the hallway, and we’ll collect them. The staff will enter only at your request.”

Once they’d gone, I put everything stained in the dressing room and rebuilt the nest with clean sheets, soft grey cushions and periwinkle blankets over midnight navy.

It was much easier this time because I already knew what I liked. I didn’t have to keep moving everything around and staring at it as though the blankets might somehow explain themselves, and once it smelled clean and looked right again, the horrible pressure in my chest finally disappeared.

Darius was still where I’d left him, sitting beside one of the huge windows with a blanket wrapped around his waist. The light behind him made it hard to see his face, but I could see enough to wish he’d left the blanket off.

I pointed towards the bathroom. “You. Shower. Now.”

I turned, dropped my towel and smiled at the low growl behind me. Anticipation rushed through me as I stepped beneath the water, and by the time I opened my eyes again, Darius was standing right in front of me.

I tipped my head back to look at him. He was broad everywhere, with pale scars across his ribs, stomach, shoulder and thigh. Whatever had happened to him, he’d survived it. With his dark hair wet and water running over his face and chest, it was hard to look anywhere else.

Then my eyes went lower, and it became even harder. His cock was already thick and hard.

“Turn around.”

He did, and I lathered soap over his shoulders, back and arms, letting my fingers follow some of the scars before moving lower. He stayed perfectly still until my hands reached the backs of his thighs.

“I don’t know why, but I really like bossing everyone around.”

“Bossing?”

“Telling you what to do. Like a boss. Or a commander. Bossing.”

He chuckled. “I believe we’re rather fond of being bossed around by you, sweet Omega.”

I nodded seriously. “I’ll remember that if anyone complains later.”

“I doubt anyone will complain about something they clearly enjoy.”

I smiled. “Turn.”

I washed his chest and stomach before wrapping my hand around his cock, and his breathing changed straight away.

“You’re so big.”

“Does that concern you?”

I looked up and gave him the cheekiest smile I could manage. “It intrigues me.”

His jaw tightened, which only made me take even longer to finish washing him. By the time I finally let go, his cock was leaking so much precum that I genuinely started wondering whether a man could dehydrate from it.

“About last night. I did want you. I was just too tired.”

Darius held my face between his hands. “You never owe me your body, sweet Omega. I was content to watch you claim my brothers.” His thumbs moved over my cheeks. “Watching you lose yourself with them was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

Then he kissed me, one hand sliding into my wet hair and the other around my waist before he lifted me. My legs wrapped around him automatically, and my back met the warm stone.

“It was worth it,” he said.

“What was?”