Page 121 of Omega's Secret Guardian
Linus coughed. He knew the exact answer to that. “Storm isn’t so bad.”
“Awww, sweetheart.” Storm gave him that pleased, sweet smile again.
Tripp choked on his water and spluttered; Storm thumped his back.
Storm’s dad cleared his throat. “Maybe you should give them a chance to eat their dinner, dear.”
Linus was so grateful for the reprieve.
Two hours and a chocolate cake later, they were finally out the door.
“See you tomorrow,” Storm said, a lot more relaxed than he had been this morning. “Now we really need to crash; we were riding for a long time.”
“Ride safe,” his parents said.
Everyone waved as Storm and Linus clambered onto the motorcycle. With a roar of its engine, Storm took them away from their watchful eyes. The tension finally left Linus’ body.
“That was... intense,” he said tiredly, his helmet bumping into the back of Storm’s.
“Yeah. Fuck. I need to unwind from that.” Storm’s voice came low and tinny over the comms line.
“Hotel?”
“Mm. Maybe.” Storm turned them toward the highway.
“You can’t be riding back to Meadowfall right now.”
“Nah.” At a stoplight, Storm reached behind and patted Linus’ hip. “I have one last thing to do before we crash.”
“What?”
“You’ll see.” There was a smile in Storm’s voice, that reminded Linus of his secret smiles at the dining table. “I’m going to find us a quiet spot outside town.”
“There are quiet spots?”
“I saw a few on the way here.”
Linus’ eyebrows shot up. “You were looking?”
“Mm-hm. This isn’t something we can do at your apartment’s parking lot.”
“What...?” Linus rummaged through his scattered thoughts, only to remember—
Someday, I’d love to claim you over my bike. Have it parked but running, and you bent over it. Have you ever had something vibrate against your cock, Professor?
“Oh, gods,” Linus whispered. “You can’t possibly mean... that.”
“I’ve been waiting all day to fill you with another load, sweetheart. What’s the point of a bond if I can’t make sure you’re absolutelystuffedwith my claim?”
Linus bit his lip and whimpered. “I’m... not sure I can do much. I’m bone-tired.”
“That’s fine. All you have to do is hold yourself open and take my cock.”
Heat rushed between Linus’ legs. A low, punched-out sound fell from his lips, and his hands tightened on Storm’s waist.
“That’s it,” Storm’s voice rumbled in his ear. “Get your sweet hole all wet for me. That’s one of my favorite parts of you. Your pert little asscheeks hiding your pretty pink pucker. It stretchesso easily around my cock, like you were made to fit me, and only me.”
Linus grew wet. He was hard now, throbbing when Storm continued to purr in his ear.
