Page 92 of Omega's Secret Guardian
“S-S-S-S—”
“Almost.” Before Linus could wrangle control over his body, Storm fucked him into another orgasm, his gaze dark and satisfied. “Such a good omega.”
It didn’t seem to matter that he was younger than Linus; he made Linus feel sowanted.
Linus’ throat tightened. He clutched at Storm, burying his face against Storm’s chest. Storm gently eased off Linus’ glasses and set them on the nightstand.
“Mine,” Storm whispered. He pressed several kisses to the top of Linus’ head, his fingers gently brushing through Linus’ sweaty hair. Then he flipped them around so Linus now lay on top of him.
Somehow, they dozed off together, Storm’s hand steady on Linus’ back.
Eventually, Linus’ stomach growled.
Storm laughed quietly. “Got a plug I can borrow?”
“Mmmm.” Linus buried his face in Storm’s shoulder and refused to move.
Storm shuffled them to the edge of the bed. The nightstand drawer rumbled open. The next thing Linus knew, he was on his back once more, Storm tucking a pillow under his hips.
“So it doesn’t leak out,” the alpha explained.
His knot had gone down. Much to Linus’ displeasure, Storm pulled out.
“Shh. It’s okay. I’ll get you stuffed full again.” Slowly, Storm leaned back and opened Linus’ legs, his palm warm on Linus’ asscheek.
There came a light, blunt pressure on Linus’ entrance, right before the plug pushed inside him, locking behind his rim and sealing up his hole. Linus moaned.
“There. Now all my come will stay inside you,” Storm whispered.
“Thank you,” Linus croaked.
Storm pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll make you something to eat.”
He grabbed his boxer-briefs and pulled them back on. Then he slid Linus’ glasses onto his face, scooped Linus into his arms, and carried him into the kitchen.
“I can walk,” Linus grumbled.
“Your legs are as weak as a baby deer’s right now.” Storm sat him on a chair. He placed a glass of water in front of Linus; Linus hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until then.
By the time he’d finished gulping down half the glass, Storm had laid out some ingredients on the kitchen counter.
“Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and roast beef omelets,” Storm said, slicing up the potatoes.
“That sounds complicated,” Linus said tiredly.
“And that’s why you’re sitting down. I’m the one doing the cooking.” Storm dropped the potato chunks into a pot of water. He got another pot going for the mac and cheese, then turned to face Linus. “I probably should’ve asked this earlier, but—How are you feeling? Did I go too hard on you?”
He looked so concerned that Linus melted. “I’m fine. Areyoudoing okay?”
Storm grinned. “More than okay, sweetheart. That was amazing.”
He closed the distance between them, stopping in front of Linus to trace the scent gland on his wrist along Linus’ jaw.
“Mine,” Storm whispered. “I hope that’s okay.”
Linus blushed and bowed his head, his throat suddenly tight. “Yes.”
Storm made a pleased rumbling noise. He went back to cooking, but stopped halfway when he had sliced up some roast beef. Storm came over and popped a small piece into Linus’ mouth.
