Page 116 of The Boss Omega
“Omega,” he groans.
I thrust a little, feeling his cock grow hard again. He flexes his hips in response. The silver inside me rubs the side of my walls.
“Why the piercing?” I ask, thrusting slowly. Testing his alpha.
He grips my hips. “Don’t like tattoos, so decided on that.”
I grind against him again. Harder this time. “That’s not an answer.”
His breath hitches. “Silas and Graham wanted pack tattoos. Graham got a C.”
“The one that looks like carbon on the periodic table?”
He pushes deeper inside me. “Yeah, except it’s for Pack Caron.”
I circle my hips, meeting his hips push for push. “And Silas?”
Saint flips us so that I’m on the bottom again. “He got a symbol of a three-pointed star.”
“And you?” I wrap my legs tight around his waist.
“I got a piercing. Balls on the ends of the barbell have little Cs engraved on them.”
He pulls all the way out, sliding his cock in me slowly so I can feel the pressure from that barbell as he moves deeper inside me.
I grin up at him. “Right now, I’m loving your decision.”
Lark
Ispend the rest of the night with Saint. Silas brings us food and checks on me through the door as he places the tray on the floor.
“I’m fine,” I call out.
“He’s not being too rough with you? I can come in if I need to.”
Saint snarls but doesn’t growl, which I take as progress.
“I’m good. I’ll stay tonight. If I’m not down for breakfast, come get me.”
It’s almost like I can feel him waffling in the hallway, trying to decide if he trusts that I’m safe in here. Eventually I hear his heavy footsteps as he walks away.
Graham stops by later to check in. He knocks quietly at the door. “Hey, beautiful. You okay?”
Saint rolls his eyes. “She’s fine, Graham. It’s not like I kidnapped her.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. I mean, he basically kidnapped me.
“I’m good, giant. Missing your face, but I’ll see it tomorrow.”
“Promise?” he says through the door.
“Promise. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says.
There’s a pause and then Graham calls out, “Saint.”
Saint’s brows shoot up, surprised that Graham wants to talk to him. “Yeah,” he answers.
