Page 44 of Omega Scorned

"Where's he going?" Emilia sat upright, staring after him.

"We'll need food and drinks," I told her. "He's getting them now so you will have his full attention later."

She hummed unhappily and I nuzzled her neck. Her natural scent was stronger now.

"Do you want to have a shower before things get started?" Oren asked.

She nodded and he helped her out of bed and into the bathroom.

"You two get the bed ready," he ordered before shutting the door behind them.

"Who knew omegas were bossier than alphas," I muttered, heading downstairs to find as many pillows and blankets as possible.

Heat

Emilia

Heats after suppressants tend to be brutal and this one was already starting that way. I stood in the cool shower, stripped naked with all my scars on view as Oren gently washed my back.

He was still wearing his briefs and I wanted desperately for him to shed them. I'd never seen a male omega and I wasn't sure what to expect. But he was being a gentleman and cleaning me with almost clinical care.

"Oren!" I whined, turning to him and throwing the sponge into the corner of the shower.

"What?" He looked startled. "Did I hurt you?"

"I'm scared."

"I know. Tell me what scares you."

"What if I can't? What if he broke me and I can't be me anymore?"

"Do you want to find out?" Oren asked carefully.

"Yes and no." I felt the ever-present tears spilling over again. "I want to know, but only if it's good news."

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Oren said. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. His lips were so soft and pillowy against mine. I immediately sank into the kiss. His tongue teased the seam of my lips and when I opened to him, he dove in and used his tongue to tell me a million secrets without words.

When he pulled back, I leaned toward him, following the kiss, but he stepped back. The cool water felt icy on my overheated skin as I stared at him, panting.

"Reach between your legs," Oren instructed.

I did as he said and felt the heated slick coming from my core.

"You feel that slick? That's you being you. That man couldn't take sex away from you."

"Thank you," I whispered, moving closer to him, out of the spray. "I want to go to bed now."

"You've got it."

He carefully dried me and then himself.

"Take off the underwear," I demanded.

Oren's eyes sparkled. "Oh, you want me nude, too?"

"You've seen me naked twice. It's my turn."

"True." He slid his fingers into the waistband and slowly eased the underwear down over his hips. "Keep in mind, I just came out of a cold shower."