His Secret Billionaire Omega Page 11

  “You know, when you’re ready, I’m here to listen.”

  I believed him. I wasn’t ready to share all things, I might never be, but I was ready to give him a glimpse.

  I took a deep breath before starting. “Short version, my parents decided that they needed to mate off their omega son and put me in harm’s way, only to side with the alpha asshole after I defended myself. My mom used my brother’s phone and made me think he agreed with them and I should return home. I refused and was disowned. Yeah… that about sums it up.”

  It was vague and incomplete, but it was a start, and the relief I felt from telling someone surprised me.

  “Pardon my French, but your parents sound like assholes.”

  “That they are. But they’re not in my life anymore. I just wish I had figured out sooner that my brother wasn’t the one who sent me those messages. I missed him. I had a hard time believing he would be like that, but I was already hurting. In the end I just assumed that because he was an alpha, he didn’t understand, and so he was on the same page as them.”

  “He’s an alpha? So you’re fraternal twins?”

  I shook my head. “Identical.”

  “I didn’t realize that could happen.” He pulled off the highway. We were close to my place. I wasn’t ready.

  “Neither did we.” One in a thousand sets of twins, the doctors told us.

  “It sounds like a good thing that you and your brother are talking?” He didn’t accelerate hard as he turned onto the main road.

  A quick glance told me what I had already suspected; Killian was five miles under the speed limit. He wanted this time to continue, too.

  “Not as good as cake and ice cream,” I joked, but it felt out of place. I wanted to be real with Killian. “He seems sincere in his desire get us back on track, and I want to trust him.”

  “You are a brave man, Blondie.”

  If only he were right. “Braver than you, Mr. I-don’t-want-a-snake-in-my-car.” Okay, but not too real for too long. I needed to work up to that.

  Killian gave me a disappointed glance. “You could’ve just asked for a subject change.”

  Killian calling me on my shit felt good… like I could trust him.

  “Sorry, habit.” I steeled myself to ask him my question. We were only three blocks from the point of no return. The night would end, the moment would end, so it was now or never. “So… um, Killian, can we go to your place, not mine?”

  “Like, to stay over?” His voice was steady, without emotion. Had I overstepped?

  “Yeah. Is that okay?”

  “Hell, yeah, that’s okay.”

  I relaxed into my seat.

  “I mean, having you in my bed was not the worst thing that ever happened to me.”

  I was glad he seemed okay with taking a lighter tone for now. “I agree, it didn’t suck being there.” Or it was the best night of my life. You know, whichever.

  “But it could.”

  There was no denying the innuendo. “Thanks for the boner,” I complained, completely loving that he could do that to me in three words.

  “Anytime.” He passed the turn off to my place and my heart pitter pattered.

  “Just so you know, I don’t actually, you know… with anyone. Not until I find my mate.” I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. We were so blowing our loads, but some things were off limits. Which sucked, because for the first time my own rules felt constricting; my body longed to feel his knot.

  “You know?”

  I closed my eyes, so very happy we were in the car for this and not face to face. My face burned with my embarrassment.

  “Penetrative sex,” I all but whispered. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. It was a valid life choice. No telling the tips of my ears that, though; I could feel the burn of my blush reach them.

  “You’re a virgin.” He sounded… freaking ecstatic. No, that couldn’t be the case, but angry and mad was most definitely not it, and that was the reaction I usually got from alphas, which is why I always mentioned it well before naked time.

  “Ass virgin,” I clarified. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t suck a mean dick.” I buffed my nails on my shirt and examined them with pride. It was a gift.

  “Damn, I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep that up.”

  “It’s your fault, you started it.” I stuck out my tongue, hoping he caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eyes.

  “Says the man who came out of his apartment looking sexy as hell.”

  “Are we almost there yet?” I squirmed in my seat as we pulled onto his block. Thank fuck.

  27

  Killian

  I couldn't get the animals settled fast enough. I felt a little bad about not giving Mr. Jenkins my attention while he got used to the house, but he followed Princess into the kitchen, and I figured the other two seemed to get along with him well enough to show him the ropes. And that may have been more my dick's idea than my brain's, but my brain wasn't fussing too much.

  Marcus was leaning against the door frame of my bedroom, a wistful smile on his face. He reached for me and we fell together in a passionate embrace, unleashing all the desire that had been building throughout the day—no, for longer than that. I couldn't believe it had been less than a week since I'd last had him in my bed, because it felt like forever.

  I shoved my hand down the back of his tight pants—so tight, I almost didn't manage it—but I wanted to know if—yes... I groaned as my fingers caressed the satin clad cleft of his ass.

  "These are my Killian manties," Marcus said, breaking from our kiss just long enough to get the words out.

  "How so?" I pursued his lips again, desperate for the taste of him.

  "They're the color of your eyes," he whispered.

  I pulled my hand out of his pants and looped both hands under his thighs, hoisting him onto my hips so that I could carry him the rest of the way into the bedroom.

  He locked his legs behind my back and his arms around my neck with a laugh. "My, what big muscles you have."

  "All the better to fuck you with, my dear. But first, you're getting a mind-blowing blow job."

  I dropped him on the bed and reached to start undoing his pants, but he batted me away with a pout. "I thought I was giving you a blow job."

  I shook my head. "I'm giving you one first."

  Marcus pulled his legs up and folded his arms across them. "No, I want to give you one first. I made claims on my cock-sucking abilities. I need to live up to them."

  We glared at each other in frustration before I realized how ridiculous we were being, smiles slowly stretching across my face. "Fine," I said with a shrug, undoing my belt. "We'll sixty-nine. Cock sucking contest. Whoever makes the other blow his load first is the winner."

  Marcus seemed on board with this plan as he started removing his own clothing. "Winner is the Cock Sucking King?"

  Naked, I reached for him, grabbing him in an unguarded moment as he was pulling his shirt over his head. "Fuck, you're ridiculous. I love—it." I was shaken by what had almost fallen from my mouth. I love you. We'd barely knew each other, as far as time went. But at the same time, I felt like I knew Marcus better than most of my long-term relationships, masks and all.

  He kissed me and then turned to jump on the bed with a flop. I followed him. We lay on our sides, and my mouth salivated with desire. His cock was long, but thinner than mine, with a smooth curve. My tongue darted out to lick his length and he protested, "No fair! You have to wait for the count of three, if it's a contest. Ready? One—"

  I swallowed his length, cutting off his count with a gasp, and a moment later his mouth was on me. Fuck! I hadn't done this since college. I'd forgotten how crazy intense it could be, the musky man taste on my tongue, the stretch of my mouth, the hot, wet heat on my cock. I couldn't keep my hips from twitching a little, fucking Marcus's mouth just the tiniest bit as I bobbed my head up and down on his length. What I lacked in tongue technique, I made up for in swallowing capability.
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  Hell, it was like a positive feedback loop. Every time I swallowed Marcus to the base, swallowing around the tip of his cock in the back of my throat, he'd hollow out his cheeks, his tongue seemingly everywhere on my cock, with all the flexibility of a one-legged octopus. I wanted to come so bad, but Marcus had activated my competitive streak, and there was no way I was coming before he did. I sped up, working hard to bring him to completion before I did. I slid my hand back over his hips, over the globe of his ass, prompting a moan from him as his hips jerked forward.

  He'd said nothing penetrative, and as much as I wanted to bury my finger deep in him, I was content to just circle my finger around his slick-wet hole. He was fucking responsive to my light touch, his hips suddenly jerking in these micromovements, as if he couldn't help himself. But—fuck—his tongue was going wild on me, swirling around the entire head of my cock as he pulled back, then pulsing against its length as he dove deep, his lips kissing against the bulge of my knot.

  I couldn't... take it... much...

  Thank fuck he lost it the moment before I did. I swallowed every last drop of his cum, my head buzzing with the after effects of the most intense orgasm I could remember. I collapsed to my back, and Marcus started to climb up to me, but not before giving my cock a little "good-boy" pat. I opened my arms and Marcus collapsed into my side, his head on my shoulder, his arm wrapped around my chest.

  "I won," I said, a bone deep contentment rumbling through me.

  "No fair," he grumbled sleepily. "You started before I did."

  "All's fair in love and war," I responded, wondering immediately after if he would freak out at my use of the word love.

  He yawned, seeming to not care. "Cheater cheater... pumpkin... eater."

  If he wasn't sound asleep already, he was close to it. I did my best to tug the blankets higher up around us and swiftly followed his example.

  28

  Marcus

  The day after Whisper’s custom habitat was finally installed, I messaged Parker to see if he’d be up for driving me to pick her up.

  What are you up to?

  I knew the answer: Work. Parker seemed to live at work. It couldn’t be healthy. Not for him and not for his mate. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the two of them. The first time I had seen Parker with Miles had been the first time I’d seen Parker in about a decade, and Miles had been about as happy to see my brother as I had.

  Miles and I had been sort of kind of friends. We had planned to go to an Omega Night before that all went down, but it never came to be. I still liked the guy, but until things got better with my brother, I wasn’t going to be able cross that line because—awkward.

  Same old stuff. Why? What’s up.

  He was still so guarded with me, probably more than I was with him. I wanted to make things between us better, and sometimes I thought it was… and then he’d hesitate like this. I got it, I just longed for the days when we were both completely honest and open with each other, when filters didn’t exist. When he could say, “I’m working, but if you need me I can be there for you.”

  My snake habitat arrived and I was wondering if you could drive me to go pick up Whisper.

  I let that settle in his mind, counting the seconds before I could see the little blinking dots that indicated he was responding. He recovered faster than I anticipated.

  Whisper? Snake? Are you serious or just having fun with me?

  Serious. I adopted her from Chloe’s Creatures.

  Ha. You let Chloe get you alone, didn’t you?

  Small world. I had to laugh. It was a fatal error. No one left her presence without either an animal or immense guilt for not falling in love with one.

  Guilty as charged. So… thoughts?

  Sure. I can be there in an hour.

  I didn’t even know his schedule, but I knew that meant he was dropping everything for me. I blinked away tears, shut that shit down and went to look at Whisper’s new habitat.

  I had spared no expense, having it custom made by a local guy who had amazing reviews. He even came to set it up when it was delivered. The thing was amazing, even if it did swallow my entire living room. Not for the first time since I signed the adoption paperwork did I contemplate buying a bigger place instead of renting this matchbox.

  It had suited its purpose for a long time, but now I wanted more.

  Maybe it was just the awkward conversation I’d had with my doctor earlier in the day when I went to get my yearly checkup and a new prescription for my suppressants. The doctor all but told me my chance to be a dad was ticking away, which sounded insane. I was still so young. He showed me my hormone levels, and he was right, I was already hitting my change, a freaking decade plus earlier than most.

  I still hadn’t had time to deal with that knowledge with the habitat delivery and installation, but I knew it was going to hit me hard once it did. I convinced my doctor to run extra tests and just crossed my fingers that when he called with the results they would be better.

  After one last check on the habitat to make sure it was good and ready, I headed on down to meet Parker. He was already putting himself out for me, the least I could do was be punctual. I was surprised to find him already waiting.

  “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here already.” I climbed in the front seat. My brother didn’t do anything on the cheap; his leather seats were far more comfortable than my couch, and that was saying something.

  “I was early.” He started the engine and pulled onto the road. I wondered briefly how long he’d been there that he’d turned the car off. “So, a snake.”

  “A snake. A big-ass snake.” I grabbed his phone, entering the address of the foster family Whisper had been staying with before putting the phone back on its mount.

  “That doesn’t seem like you.” He was right. I was that kid who screamed at garter snakes and called for my twin if I saw a spider.

  “I know, right? You should see the habitat I got her.” I got out my phone and pulled up pictures before realizing what a dumb idea it was. “I’ll show you pictures when we stop. It is awesome.”

  “I can put her in the trunk, right?” What was it with alphas and snakes? “I can’t drive with her slithering around the back seat waiting to strangle me.”

  “I guess so.” I didn’t like it, but I was asking a favor, one I knew was costing him time at work and probably with his omega as well. “But she will be in a box or something, so the backseat should be fine.”

  “We’ll see.” His phone chimed and he dutifully ignored it. He probably had a special ring tone for Miles, and that apparently hadn’t been it. It was nice to know I was important enough to warrant ignoring interruptions. “I’m not a huge fan.”

  “Neither is Killian.” Understatement of the year.

  “Killian?”

  “My—I don’t know what. He’s this alpha I met.” Whose house I’d slept at numerous times, had a blowjob contest with, more handjobs than I could remember, and who challenged all my will power to not say, screw it with my self-imposed rules and screw me already. But met worked, too.

  “It sounds like you are closer than just guys who met.”

  “Maybe. I hope so.” I wasn’t ready for that deep of a feels conversation with Parker, yet. We were getting there though, and that made me happy. “Speaking of guys, how are you and your mate doing?”

  “We are doing amazing. He is still struggling a bit with life changes and being pregnant and all.”

  I couldn’t imagine going from single to mated in two point five seconds the way they had, but it looked good on Parker. He seemed so much more relaxed than the first time I saw him. Regardless of the whole brotherly anti-reunion thing.

  “I bet he looks amazing.”

  Miles was far too early in his pregnancy to show, but I pictured him the type to flaunt his bump as soon as the tiny thing appeared. I know I would be.

  “He does. How about you? Do you want a family someday?”

  It was so strange that was a q
uestion he had to ask me. Once, we had known each other so well and so deeply, he could have answered that question for me before I could open my mouth. He knew some of what had driven me away from our parents and that I was a little skittish of some things because of that now, so it made perfect sense that he wondered if my plans had changed.

  “Funny you should mention that.”

  And then I told him the entire situation with the doctor. It was a relief to have someone to talk to about it. It definitely wasn’t work conversation and there was no way I was going to talk to Killian about it until I knew for sure, and only possibly then. I didn’t want him to think I wanted use him for a baby, or worse, have him not want me because I might not be able to give him babies. If that was even where it was going, which I was starting to think it was. At least on my part. There was just something about him, and him and me, and our crazy pet collection.

  “You know you can have a family on your own. You have the money to be able to afford to just be a house dad and hire help when you need it.”

  We pulled onto the highway and he let me sit in silence. He knew me well enough, at least the old me, to know I was tasting his words and seeing what they meant for me.

  “I know.” I finally broke the silence a sold five minutes later. “I just had this vision, you know. Being all pregnant, my mate’s arms wrapped around me holding my belly just as the baby kicks, both of us basking in the happy.”

  “Maybe Killian will be that for you.”

  “Maybe.” I hope.

  29

  Killian

  Mama was making one of my favorites, beef stroganoff. Though if I was being honest, there wasn't much she made that wasn't one of my favorites. Coop had brought a six-pack of some new fancy beer he liked, and I had to admit, it wasn't half bad. I'd been bringing all the kids over with me each weekend. My mom had a tiny yard, like me, but it was good for the furries to get more socialization than just me and Marcus.