Page 48 of Generation Omega: Revealed
“Danger.” That’s not the right word, but it’s the only one I won’t be forced to explain.
“Not here. We’ll be safe here.” His tone lightens. “As long as I don’t fall down the stairs.”
I smile against his neck and finally open my eyes as I’m carried up those perilous steps. We’re in a luxury penthouse, of course. Sleek and manly, dark colors and metal accents, an open floor plan with a high ceiling—it’s not his, that’s obvious. There’s nothing warm here.
At the top of the open stairs, I discover the entire upper floor is a master bedroom loft. It’s so…
“I promise my place is better than this,” he mutters. “This is…”
“Cold, elegant, dark—the black walls seem a bit much.”
“Ugh. And the black furniture, bedding, and curtains… I’m surprised they didn’t go with a black floor.” He kisses my head. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. This is a perfectly wonderful place to hide from killers. It almost feels like a basement, so it’s got asecret lairfeel.”
“That’s just fabulous,” he says with a snort and then flicks on the lights.
I gasp. “Wow, now I get it.”
“Oh, that is nice.” He grabs a remote and the downstairs darkens, making the recessed lighting in the master bedroom more noticeable.
It’s dreamy, the lines of gold light emerging from the walls and ceiling. Everything else in the space is a canvas for the lights to play with, and I love it.
“I guess I won’t fire whoever did this, though it still has a secret lair feel.”
“A sexy, secret lair though, and it’s definitely for a bachelor since everyone downstairs would hear if sexy time got rowdy.” I can’t believe I just said that. Why did I say that? I hide my face against his neck, while his body bounces as he chuckles at me.
“Good point.” He’s still laughing and it’s completely disarming. “I’m just wondering what the heck Titus told the designers, because this really feels like Titus having some fun at my expense—like literally, I paid for this.”
“Maybe we’ll thank him one day,” I whisper, “for giving us something to laugh about…together.”
“Oh, baby girl, we’re going to get through this. We’re going to build something beautiful and we’re going to laugh a lot. I promise.”
My response is to fully relax in his arms and just breathe with him. For several minutes, he simply stands there, holding me, allowing our hearts to beat as one. His purr continues and I know if I asked him to hold me like this all night, he would. He’s my alpha. He’ll give me whatever I need. He’ll never deny me anything he has the power to provide.
I think back to how quickly he accepted Ethan’s place in my life, but I also remember the way he gripped me and didn’t want to let go when we first met. It’s not that he wants to share me—it’s that my happiness requires him to give me what I need, whatever that is. Ethan’s the same. He adapted to everything faster than I did, making way for Gideon with such grace. I know what Ethan would say to me right now. Embrace Gideon, form a solid connection that makes you strong enough to survive. Don’t hold back for me when all I want is for you to thrive.
I use Gideon’s reverberating purr to free myself from all the guilt, shame, regret, and doubts I carry today and every day. I can’t destroy them completely, but I can make room for other emotions and desires, other possibilities. I’m not as adaptable as Ethan and Gideon, but I can at least try to follow their lead.
As soon as I feel a distinct openness, mind and body, the omega instincts chime in like a giddy cheerleading squad, urging me to get closer to Gideon. I’m half naked against hishalf nakedpart—how much closer can I get?
I blush over the obvious answer to that question, grateful I didn’t say it aloud. Gideon clears his throat, as though he’s embarrassed about something, and I’m wondering what those pesky instincts are telling him.
Fighting a giggle at the ridiculousness of our situation, I rest my lips against Gideon’s smooth skin. “They want us to get closer.”
“Yeah, in abigway.” He’s rueful about it, this new power player in our lives. “But we’re not going to just obey whatever it says. If it’s life or death, we’ll do it, but the rest of this… we need to find our own way. Andourway is the shower because I, for one, need to wash off this day and everything that happened, other than anything involving you.”
He spins and carries me to the master bathroom that is enormous and worthy. It has a black jacuzzi tub and black vanity, but my eyes feast on the stone walls of the epic shower, with room for three or four under the large rectangular rainfall shower faucets in the ceiling.
My sigh reaches his ears and I can feel the reaction in his heart when he knows he’s pleased me.
“It looks big enough for both of us and possibly a few more alphas if they show up.” He leans away from me, while his hands keep me steady. “Do you by chance know how many alphas you have?”
“I have a theory, and they won’t all fit in there.” My mind takes me back to my nest and the tub outside it where all my alphaswillfit.
“Are you going to share?” he teases.
“Are you going to tell me about my perfume?”
