Page 8 of Generation Omega: Revealed
I grimace as I struggle to control the part of me that’s straining at his leash, wanting to move, to find that peak with the only woman I’ll ever love.
“It’s okay,” she pants. “I get it. Sweet love is awesome and we’ll have years of sweet love, but ruts are totally approved behavior in my nest.”
I stare into her eyes that are sparking and catching fire. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be too rough, but god, I want you.”
She leans up and whispers in my ear, “I’ve imagined this a million times.”
“Me too.”
“I want to feel it, how much you want me. No holding back. Show me how you dreamed this would be.”
Tillie leans back and there’s a dare in her eyes, and I realize that just as much as I needed to see her come undone, she needs the same from me. Raw passion tells the truth, and truth is what I’ll always give her.
I reach and grasp her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. Her eyes widen, as does her grin. Then I thrust inside her hard enough that her body moves beneath me. Her hands are on me then and I drag slowly out, before surging forward again. She’s gasping for breath as my pace accelerates until I’m pounding into her, our bodies crashing into each other… but no, we’re not crashing, we’re coming together, two pieces clicking into place where they were always meant to be.
As we climax together, our breath ragged against each other, I lean my forehead against hers. “Forever, Till.”
“You’re so damn right about that, my beautiful Ethan. You’ll never get rid of me now.”
CHAPTER5
TILLIE
I wake with a question in my mind, one with an easy answer. I just need to open my eyes and discover whether all of this is real. Did it really happen? Did Ethan build me a nest in a secret part of a mysterious old building? Did he whisk me away from my dorm and bring me to Omega-Palooza? Did he feed me cookies in a jumbo hot tub? And, most importantly, did he bang me like he’s theGod of Fuckingwho came to Earth and claimed a gorgeous, muscular human body?
I’m going withyesto all of the above because the evidence is clear. I’m resting on the most perfect mattress in existence. The beefy arms of my lover surround me, his breathing the steady rhythm of a sleeping god. We’re buried under the delicious weight of a passel of the fluffiest blankets and pillows that have ever touched my skin. My body feels alive and used in such a decadent way that I can’t stop thinking about all the spicy ways we got to know each other.
For hours, with occasional nap breaks, we made love like our bodies were the brushes and this nest was our canvas. We were art in motion, sweaty, gasping, and insatiable. I’m not saying it was a rut or a heat, but I’m definitely declaring it a worthy first use of my nest.
Attempting not to wake my sleeping deity, I pull the blanket down and gaze at the cream-colored ceiling, still lit by the string lights. Ethan did this. He picked those lights. He selected this bed and these blankets. He chose the plush carpet and that divine tub. He listened to me. He researched nests and omega lore. He did all of this because he loves me.
Whatever doubts find their way into my thoughts, soon or in the distant future, this place is proof of the kind of love I’ve always believed was possible between us. I need to embrace the challenge and send this loving intention back his way, but I know it isn’t like that between us. He expects no grand shows like he gave me. What he needs most is for me to remind him that the imperfect way he loves me is actually perfect for me.
I’ve always loved the idea of fated mates and Ethan is clearly mine. He thankfully didn’t reject me when it mattered most, and now I know I’ll never doubt where I belong in this lonely world. I have an escape now, a place to come for solace no matter what happens in the future. I’m not sure I understand the Auntie Jem part, but I trust Ethan enough to just go with it and accept that she’s okay with his upgrades to her property and the reason for them.
My belly boldly announces that while sexy time fulfilled some physical needs, others were ignored for much too long.
Ethan’s husky chuckle proceeds his stomach declaring its wishes with the same intensity. In a sleepy grumble, he says, “We were supposed to wake up… or stop with the sex… or something, weren’t we?”
I snuggle into him. “Nope, it was all good, but…” Tummy rage is a thing. Dang, I think it got hold of a bullhorn. “… I think I need food now.”
He kisses my forehead and then we’re in motion. Wearing our ultra-soft robes, hand in hand, we head to the door.
Just before we reach it, I lightly tug him to get him to stop and I turn back toward my beautiful nest. “We’ll come back, right? Tonight?”
He hugs me, soothing his hand over my back. “It’s yours—this long weekend is all yours. We’ll do whatever you want. I promise.”
Wistfully, I glance at everything, my heart so full I feel a little woozy, or that could be hunger. But I don’t think it is. Love made solid—that’s what my nest is and I don’t ever want to be unaffected in the presence of true love.
“Waffles? Blueberry pancakes in the shape of tutu-wearing bears? The kitchen is stocked.” His voice is so playful, almost like his darkness has completely vanished. It hasn’t and I need to remember that. But I also need to lean into lightness and show him the way.
“Both?”
“Sounds good.”
He gently encourages me to leave my nest and the spa below it. Wandering through the barren room doesn’t bother me this time, and I happily descend the ladder, almost gleeful when Ethan shuts the hatch and my secret space is hidden from the world. It does feel like mine and I’m not going to overthink that.
“The convention begins in an hour, so I’m thinking you should take a shower while I make breakfast.”
