Page 107 of Omega's Secret Guardian
There were three tomatoes left on the towel. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Looks like it’s time for class, sweetheart.”
Linus blinked in surprise, then sagged. “Damn it. I wanted to make the cheesecake.”
Storm set the remaining tomatoes on the towel. “We will when we get home tonight. I promise.”
That put a smile on Linus’ face. “Okay.”
In the end,Storm ended up baking the cheesecake. Linus helped by being there, staring at the empty table until Storm relented and gave him more tomatoes.
By midnight, every last tomato had been decimated.
The next morning,they sneaked into Linus’ mom’s house with a third of the cake.
“Sweetheart, I didn’t think you would lure me back into a life of crime,” Storm muttered, following close behind his omega. “I was turning over a new leaf!”
Linus huffed. “And yet you leave the apartment armed enough to take down an army!”
Storm refused to admit that he had brought along an extra magazine of bullets precisely because of Dert. “I don’tusethem. They’re there just in case!You’rethe one who’s got us actively breaking and entering.”
Linus rolled his eyes. “I have a key, you know. Now shush!”
They tiptoed into the kitchen, the box cradled carefully in Storm’s hands. It was still early; the sun had barely risen, and weak light shone in through the living room windows.
Linus opened the fridge, reaching in to make space for the cake.
Storm put it in. “I feel kind of weird. Putting cake into your mom’s fridge is like putting cream inside—”
Linus clapped a hand over his mouth. “I don’t think either of us is prepared to hear the rest of that sentence.”
Storm licked his palm. Linus pretended to look mad.
“You’re so adorable,” Storm whispered. “Also, there’s something we need to discuss. How do you feel about a fresh set of bonding marks, to make it really obvious to other alphas that you’re not available?”
Last night, they had gotten distracted right after putting the cheesecake in the oven. It had not been the right time to ask.
Now, though... Storm held his breath, his heart thumping.
Linus froze. Then his cheeks darkened, and he lowered his gaze. “I, uh. I think that would help.”
“Would you likemeto put the bonding marks on you?” Storm whispered. “It won’t be binding if you don’t want it to be. It’s just something for show, for protection.”
Linus swallowed. Then he nodded jerkily, holding his wrists out.
Storm committed this moment to memory: His omega ever so trusting, giving Storm this sacred part of himself. “You’re sure?”
Linus nodded.
Storm’s breath hitched. He took Linus’ wrist and sniffed for the spot that smelled most strongly of daffodil. And he pressed his teeth against it, watching Linus in case he changed his mind.
But Linus didn’t.
Storm bit down hard, breaking skin. Linus shuddered and moaned softly. Gods, he was beautiful.
“Does it hurt?” Storm whispered, licking off the spots of blood welling up on Linus’ wrist.
“Hurts, but it also feels good,” Linus said breathlessly.
“Your other wrist?”
