Page 36 of The Boss Omega
Jeremy clears his throat gently. “Outside of the pack that helped you through your heats, have you been involved with anyone else?”
I shake my head. “I dated a little. Years ago. Nothing serious.”
What I don’t say is that after my parents died, dating felt impossible. Then I started OmegaBox. When it started taking off, life got too busy. There wasn’t time for anything else.
Jeremy leans back slightly. “That’s useful information.”
He steeples his fingers. “Omegas who go long periods without physical contact can become touch-starved. When that happens, heats often become much harder to manage.”
Heat creeps up my neck.
“And because your heats haven’t been properly attended to,” he continues gently, “your omega has likely never been fully satisfied.”
I could melt from embarrassment.
“That can create all kinds of complications,” Jeremy continues. “Including dangerous heat spikes.”
“We’re bringing Lark back to the house with us,” he says. “She won’t be alone.”
Jeremy nods approvingly. “That’s a very good start.” His mouth quirks. “And it will give you boys a chance to properly court your omega.”
My face somehow gets hotter. Jeremy notices and smiles. I think it’s supposed to be comforting. It’s not.
“I also prescribe lots of touching.” He tips his chin to where my hand is linked with Graham’s.
“Hand holding is good, but she’ll also need to be stroked and petted daily. Play with her hair. Rub her shoulders. Hug her to your body several times a day. Whatever you can do to create physical contact with her.”
At the same time as Graham pulls our clasped fingers closer to his body, Silas’ giant hand lands softly on the small of my back, rubbing small, delicious circles. Before I can stop myself, a purr kickstarts in my throat.
Graham's vivid green eyes go soft. Silas rumbles, 'Little bird,' his beard grazing my temple as he kisses it. I lean into it for a moment, before remembering we have company and, you know, wanting to die of embarrassment.
Jeremy doesn’t even try to hide his smile. “Excellent. This is exactly what I want from you boys.” He says it like a man who's seen too many alphas get it wrong and is genuinely proud when they don't.
“Of course, Pops.” Silas’ level of seriousness is endearing. Now I’m the one with the soft eyes.
Jeremy looks back at me. “We need to discuss boundaries.”
Way to snap a girl out of it, doc. I stare at the floor, willing it to open up and swallow me whole. I donotwant to talk boundaries with my mate’s father.
“In my experience, omegas in your situation are rarely satisfied through easing alone.”
Come on floor. I’m begging you.
“Your omega may not calm down until she takes a knot,” Jeremy continues matter-of-factly. “Are you comfortable with that possibility?”
Forget the floor. There’s a good chance I’d survive it. Jumping from the window is a better idea. I’m on the twenty-third floor. It would be faster.
“I—I don’t want to force anything too soon,” I finally say, once my brain’s back online.
Graham grasps my hand and places it against his chest. “I would happily give you my knot. If you need it. You know… because of the pain.”
Despite everything, I snort. He’s so damn solemn. Probably the only alpha on earth who could speak with sober intensity about knotting an omega.
Silas squeezes my hand. “Don’t worry about us, little bird. We only care that you’re safe.” His thumb brushes my knuckles. “If you need our knots, you take them.”
I glance helplessly at Jeremy. “I… that would be okay,” I say quietly. “But only if—”
“—your omega insists,” Jeremy finishes. His gaze shifts to his son and Graham.
