Page 89 of The Boss Omega
Graham leans forward, fascinated. “What about anal play?”
I choke again. “Graham!”
“What?” he asks, genuinely confused. “I’m just trying to gather information. I don’t like not knowing things.”
“I don’t know!” I whisper urgently. “I’ve never—” My face is officially on fire.
Graham looks thrilled by my confession.
Across the table Saint leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. He’s schooled his expression to one that is carefully neutral, but I notice the way his eyes gleam.
“I’m not opposed,” I admit weakly.
My gaze slides to Silas. He reads my hesitation instantly.
“Maybe we should try things beforehand?”
My lip slips between my teeth. “Yes,” I say quietly. “While I’m in control. Not my omega.”
Silas’s expression turns satisfied. “Good girl.”
“What about—” Graham begins.
At that exact moment, the server appears beside the table. “Are you ready to order?”
I could kiss him.
“Yes,” Silas says calmly. “We are.”
Graham
Lark straddles my lap the entire ride home from the restaurant. By the time Silas eases the Rover into the garage, she’s removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt to my navel, licked every inch of tattoo she can reach, and scent marked me so often I’m swimming in her salty caramel perfume. I smell like her. My alpha has never been more satisfied.
My cock is achingly hard. It’s only respect for Saint that keeps me from knotting her right here in the backseat.
It’s annoying as hell. With scent-sensitive alphas and omegas, sex in front of pack members should be the most natural thing in the world. Sure, there will be times when two members want privacy. But other times, I want to fuck her where they can see. And I want them to fuck her where I can see. Because there’s one thing I’ve learned recently.
I love to watch.
Saint all but bolts from the Rover mumbling something about driving his Jeep next time. But he won’t. First, Silas won’t allow it. He rarely flexes his dominance as pack alpha, but when it comes to Lark, Silas will do anything. Even pushing our recalcitrant packmate into Lark’s space until he screws his head on correctly. But second, and even more importantly, Saint is coming around all on his own.
Silas doesn’t see it. He’s too wrapped up in whatever special torment he’s putting himself through with Lark. I know he’s not fucking her. I smell him on her, but not in the skin-deep way my scent mingles with hers. My guess is that Silas has cock-blocked himself out of seeing straight.
But I see Saint. I see the way he watches Lark. The way he leans in close when she speaks. The way his nose twitches when she walks past. I know he listens every time she talks about OmegaBox. I catch the smiles he tries to hide when she tells us about something funny a customer wrote in fan mail. Saint thinks no one notices. I notice everything.
He may have some personal stuff he still needs to work out, but he’s all-in with our omega, even if his head hasn’t figured it out yet.
I step from the Rover with Lark still straddling my hips. Once I’m fully upright, she tightens her legs around my waist. “Nest?” I ask, already turning toward the door to the kitchen.
She bites her bottom lip in that way that I love and nods her head. “I have a surprise for you.”
Behind her, Silas lets out a low grunt. It catches her attention and she turns so she can see him. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around my waist, but she lets go of my shoulders, trusting that he will catch her as her upper body falls into his.
“I want you there, too, Daddy.”
Daddy.
Oh shit, that’s hot. Why didn’t I think of it? I file it away for further thought.
