26. Jeremy
“You need a nap,” I said, gently pushing Daisy up the stairs.
“Just a nap?” she asked, looking back at me with raised eyebrows.
“Yes, just a nap.” I glared playfully at her. “Hush your dirty mind.”
“Fine.” She sighed dramatically. “I suppose I could do with some rest, especially if it includes some Gilbert snuggles.”
“You just need to accept that I know best,” I declared happily as we walked into the nest.
“Never!” Laughing, she lazily stretched, her arms reaching into the air, her shirt riding up and exposing the smooth, pale skin of her bump. She was wearing my hoodie; I had noticed it the moment I got home but didn’t say anything. Seeing her in my clothes gave me a rush of pride every time. My omega was wearing my clothes. It was like a brand for the whole world to see—that adorable omega was mine.
“I’m going to take a quick shower,” Daisy said as she ran her hands through her hair.
“I showered at the rink, so I”m good. Stupid of me, really, because if I’d waited, I could have joined you.”
“Who says you need to be dirty to get clean?” Daisy asked with raised eyebrows.
“Put your dirty mind away. We are just sleeping and resting tonight.”
“Maybe I just wanted you to help me wash my hair,” she said innocently, widening her eyes.
“Duckie, we are going to be bonded—I can tell exactly what you want, and I can also tell that you”re very anxious.”
Daisy”s face fell and she pouted. “Of course, I”m anxious. I”ve never been bonded. It”s a big step.”
“Which we will take . . . after we’ve rested.”
“Fine, give me five minutes to clean up. Then I need to find my comfy pajamas.”
“The ones with doughnuts on them or the ones with weiner dogs?”
“Doughnuts,” she confirmed. “They are, by far, my best and most comfortable set. They’re ultra stretchy, so they don’t feel tight on the bump.”
“I’ll remember that. I’ll go find them while you take a shower.”
She leaned up and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. “Thank you!” she said before heading into the connecting bathroom.
Walking over to the large closet, I rummaged through the drawers of comfortable clothing and located the doughnut pajamas. Was there a part of me that was tempted to leave them there, so Daisy would wander into the closet to find them while naked or wrapped in just a towel? Totally.
But alas, I was too much of a gentleman for my own good. Gathering the soft fabric, I made my way to the bathroom, where she had left the door ajar. Steam filled the room, and I could just make out the shape of her form in the shower.
“I’m leaving the pajamas on the counter,” I told her, taking a deep breath of her sweet apple pastry scent.
“Thank you! I will try and be fast—it’s your own fault for installing such amazing bathrooms!” Daisy laughed.
I took off my pants and my T-shirt, throwing them into the hamper, leaving me in just my boxers as I crawled into the nest.
Part of me considered joining her, but she was tired, and the moment I saw her naked and dripping wet, I would be hard as a rock for the rest of the night. Once we were bonded, everything would be more intense—I would feel what Daisy felt. I eagerly awaited that, because if I could ascertain her emotions or stress, I could be there to help before she even thought about asking for it.
There was no smell better than Daisy”s nest because it smelled like her. Lying back on the pillows, I rested my hands behind my head, splayed out and waiting for my omega.
There was no way she was going to be quick; thanks to her pregnancy, she was slower in her movements, but I didn’t mind waiting. I took the opportunity to look around the nest. Her chest of drawers had a few scratches and could do with an extra coat of paint, and the large window on the far right needed to be resealed soon. The nest had to be perfect for Daisy to bring our baby home to.
Yes, that’s right. Our baby. As far as I was concerned, that little one was mine. DNA be fucked.
“I think I’ll need to go book a wax soon. Shaving everywhere is getting increasingly difficult.” Daisy laughed as she appeared at the edge of the nest wearing her adorable pajamas, her face flushed from the shower.
I lifted the covers, inviting her in. She didn’t hesitate to crawl into the nest, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage as she bent forward. Nestling into my side, wrapping her body around me, her head on my pec, humming contentedly.
“This is nice,” she said softly, melting against me.
“It is,” I agreed.
I felt a flutter of movement against my hip, and for a moment, I wondered if Daisy had gas—totally understandable, given her situation.
Then again . . .
Could it be?
“Are you okay?” I asked gently.
“Yeah.” Daisy nodded sleepily. “Baby is just kicking up a storm and wriggling around. If they’re disturbing you, I can move.”
“No way in hell are you moving,” I grumbled quietly, pleased when a small smile spread across her face. “Can I...”
“Sure,” she said, reaching out and taking my hand, placing it on the lower portion of her bump.
Everything was still.
Then there was a kick.
It was such a small movement, I probably wouldn”t have recognized the feeling if I hadn”t been waiting for it intently. But the moment I felt that small kick, my heart practically exploded with the rush of emotion.
“They’re strong!” I commented excitedly.
“They are,” Daisy agreed. “The sooner they are out, the better, and my poor spine and bladder will be thankful for it.”
“Have you thought about names yet?”
Daisy’s brow furrowed. “Nothing sounds right, honestly. I’m kind of hoping that, once they come out, I’ll be able to figure out their name just by looking at them. Cole wanted his child to take his name if it was a boy, but I don’t think I’ll be doing that considering he split the moment I told him I was pregnant.” She chuckled wryly.
There was no way in hell the baby was going to take that fucker”s name when he hadn”t been present for a single moment of its life. Having a child named after you was an honor—one that childish idiot didn’t deserve in the slightest.
“There’s no rush,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “We’ve got weeks yet.”
“It’ll come sooner than we think, and with Cole doing what he’s doing...” She took a deep breath. “I’m so nervous.”
“Daisy...” I pulled back, ensuring she was looking at me. “Regardless of what’s happening, do you still want to be bonded to me? If this isn”t what you want, we will do everything we can to protect you and your child. We can get lawyers involved. Between my career and Nate’s, we have connections that we can use.”
“No!” Daisy shook her head vehemently. “I do want this, but I don’t want you to feel pressured into it. I’ve got a lot of baggage.”
“Well, I want to be bonded to you more than anything else; I don’t care about baggage. Have you seen my arm muscles? I can carry it all.”
“You know you’re going to be stuck with me?” she asked softly.
“Oh no, the horror,” I deadpanned, before we both broke into laughter.
“I’m thinking about making tacos tomorrow. What do you think?” I asked, changing the topic.
When Daisy didn’t reply, I tilted my head, only to see her eyes closed, as she had swiftly passed out, her cheek pressed up against my chest.
Using my free hand, I gently brushed the hair out of her face, appreciating her unabashedly for a few minutes before letting my own exhaustion take over and following my omega into a good night’s sleep.
Awareness tugged at my consciousness, a warm sensation slowly spreading through my abdomen. Thick, sweet perfume hit my nose. For a split second, I thought I was waking up in a bakery, because sweet apple pie was smothering my nostrils—and my body was taking notice.
Before I even took a second to open my eyes, I knew I was hard as rock. My entire body felt tense, even though I was only just waking up.
I was usually at a permanent state of arousal, thanks to Daisy, but this was something more. Light fingers circled my cock, lazily dragging themselves up and down.
Neither of my hands were on my cock.
So, who was touching it?
Cracking my eyelid open, I looked at the omega lying curled into my chest. Her hand in my boxers, our blankets long since discarded, and her legs tangled with mine.
Was she asleep as well?
The small smile on her face made me think she wasn’t.
That didn’t matter, though. What mattered was how fucking good her hand felt on me.
If I didn”t hold myself together, I was going to finish in thirty seconds flat, like a teenage boy.
“You’re not fooling me,” I said, my voice thick from sleep.
Her smile widened and her eyelids cracked open. “Who said I was trying to fool you? I was just enjoying myself. I can stop if you want?” she asked, her eyes widening innocently as her hand stilled.
“I didn”t say that,” I drawled as my hand snaked around her back, tugging sharply, so she was on top of me.
She followed my guidance easily, straddling me so her core was pressed against my cock, with only two thin scraps of fabric between us. Her hair was mussed, her eyelids heavy, as she smirked at me lazily.
“Don’t you have to get to practice?” she asked, her hands softly running over my chest.
“Nope. You’ve got me all morning,” I told her, my hands resting lightly on her hips, pulling her tighter to me, grinding her sweet pussy against me. The friction made her whimper. Her eyes closing, she threw her head back, exposing her neck.
My teeth ached with the familiar urge to bite that sweet spot under her jaw.
Soon.
Wetness seeped through my boxers, her slick having soaked through both layers of fabric.
“Feeling a little needy?” I asked huskily, enjoying the way her face flushed as she gave me a small nod, her eyes burning into mine. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I asked, sitting up to capture her lips in mine.
Hands pushed against my pecs. “Morning breath,” she muttered, “let me brush first.”
Laughing, I pulled her back to me before she could scramble off my lap, kissing her until she was a whimpering mess, grinding down on me and desperately seeking that sweet friction.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I declared against her lips. “You happen to taste amazing to me.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away completely, letting me lavish my attention on her. My hands on her hips rubbed small circles as I claimed every inch of her mouth.
“This is fun and all,” she mumbled against my lips, “but if you don’t make me come soon, I will explode.”
At her pout, I nipped at her protruding bottom lip with a grin of my own. My omega was getting needy for me, and that made my chest burst with pride.
Lavishing kisses on her neck, my hands found the buttons of her doughnut pajamas, and I thanked the gods that she had chosen a button-down to sleep in. It made deftly undoing it with one hand, while the other remained on her hip, holding her firmly to me as her scent bloomed around us, possible.
She cried out as my fingers found her nipple, giving it a gentle tug. “Holy fuck,” she whimpered. “So sensitive.”
“Good to know.” I smirked, tugging on the nipple again, only to be rewarded with a wave of her arousal soaking my cloth-covered cock.
Daisy stilled for a moment, pulling back. Her chest heaved as she panted, her face a delicious, flushed shade. “Are we going to...” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“If it feels right,” I said, running my hands up and down her upper arms. “If you want to bite me, I’ll happily bite back. I”ll let you take the lead on this one, Duckie. Remember, I want it, but only when you’re ready for it, okay?”
A glimmer of doubt flickered in her eyes before she resolved herself and leaned in to kiss me again. I wanted nothing more than to claim her, to rut my omega and fill her with my cum.
Instead of saying anything, she let her hands do the talking. Reaching down and thrusting her hand into my boxers, she pulled out my cock and looked down at it appreciatively as her hand glided up and down the length. The hungry look in her eyes had me wanting to rip the scrap of fabric from her body and bury myself in her immediately.
I groaned. “I should keep you here all day.”
“You think you can last all day?” Her eyes lit up as she laughed. “That’s impressive, but I’m pretty sure I would pass out after two hours.”
“We could put that to the test,” I said, raising my eyebrow. It was impossible to keep my voice even with her hand on me. Every touch sent electric shocks up my spine, and I was on the edge.
Daisy snorted lightly. “Please. You would freak out the second I passed out!”
I frowned. “You’re right... I guess we will have to table that idea for a few months, then.”
“In the meantime, how about you let me have my fun?” she asked, shuffling back, leaning down to lick me from base to tip. The small touch set my body on fire, and I nearly leapt off the bed with the intensity of it.
I let her have her fun—greatly enjoying it myself for a few seconds before gently pulling her up. “How about you sit on my face and let me have my fun?” I asked in a gravelly voice.
“I’ll squash you!” she cried.
“Quiet, omega,” I growled, hoisting her over, so her pussy was inches away from my face. Her hand reached out, grabbing the headboard to balance herself as I wrapped my arms around her thighs, the damp fabric of her shorts so close to my face, tempting me with that potent baked-goods aroma.
The offending scrap of fabric was easily tugged to the side, exposing her slick pussy to me. “Now that’s a pretty sight,” I murmured before diving in and feasting like a starving man.
Every time, she tasted better than the last. I focused my attention on her clit, teasing it slowly before increasing my pace, sending her quickly over the edge. Her thighs clamped down around my face, my hands clenching down on her thighs so hard, I was probably going to leave bruises.
I lessened my grip ever so slightly. Even though the idea of marking her made my alpha growl in pride, she was rather fragile.
Daisy spasmed a few more times as I slowly licked every sweet drop of release from her lips. Once she was well and truly wrung out, her hand came to rest on my head, tangling in my hair as she panted. “You need to come with a warning sign.”
She laughed breathlessly as she slowly inched her way off me. I almost grabbed her again, keeping her firmly in place. But I didn”t want her to be sore from kneeling for too long.
“A warning? Maybe I should put it on my hockey jersey. Gives amazing orgasms. How does that sound?” I grinned lazily at her as she sat up next to me.
“It would certainly make the puck bunnies crazy.”
“But I don”t want to make the puck bunnies crazy. I only want to make you crazy.” As we spoke, I gently grabbed her hips, pulling her to me so her back was pressed against my chest, my cock nestled between her beautiful ass cheeks that I constantly found myself staring at.
The sweet embrace only lasted for a second before Daisy was wiggling her ass against my cock, searching for friction.
I had been thinking ahead when pulling her into the spooning position. Given her rather large stomach, extracurricular activities could be difficult, but this angle was perfect.
Grazing a hand up and down her upper thigh, I took a moment to appreciate the softness of her skin before gently hooking my arm under her knee and lifting, exposing her damp pussy to the air.
“You’re taking your time,” Daisy grumbled, thrusting her ass back against me.
“Patience is a virtue, isn’t it?”
“Fuck patience,” she growled.
I nipped at her neck lightly. “No, I would much rather fuck Daisy,” I cooed as I lined up my cock, running the tip over her sensitive clit.
“If you don’t fuck me soon, I’ll—fuck!” She broke off as I thrust forward, gliding into her warm heat until she was strangling every inch of me.
“You were saying?” I asked as I kissed her neck. The hand that wasn”t holding her thigh wrapped around and found her nipple, gently twisting.
I set a leisurely pace, knowing she wouldn’t last long before she was clawing at me, goading me into hurrying up. I was in no rush, though; every thrust felt like heaven, and I never wanted it to end.
When the familiar humming in my spine started, I knew I was getting close, but I wasn’t done with her yet. As I pulled back, she whimpered at the loss, and I was right there with her.
“Time for you to set the pace for a bit.”
“Fuck, yes,” she hissed, eagerly moving to straddle my cock, like she had been straddling my face not that long ago.
She wasted no time sinking down on my length, the sight amazing. Unlike my leisurely pace, she set a faster one, desperately grinding down with each thrust, seeking friction on her clit.
I lay back and enjoyed the view of Daisy looking amazing with her head thrown back in ecstasy. There was nothing I wanted more than to spend the rest of my days like that.
Her muscles were tightening further with each thrust, and my mind was starting to feel fuzzy with the sheer glorious sensation of it.
“I’m getting close,” I warned her.
“Me too,” she moaned, her pace becoming disjointed as she neared her release.
Hot breath tickled my neck as she lowered her head, thrusting on my cock once more as her teeth clamped down on my shoulder, biting.
My vision blurred as white-hot fire burned through my veins. The sensation ricocheting through me was so potent, so heady, as if every fiber of my being was changing for the better.
Through the fog of sensation, I could feel the teeth in my neck, the thighs clenching around my hips, her hands on my chest.
A warmth, an awareness, settled in my chest as the bond opened—but it wasn’t quite complete yet.
I needed to bite her back.
Daisy reared back, her eyes hazy as the bond started to take root in her. “Bite,” she whined.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Leaning up, my lips found the juncture between her neck and her shoulder, and I bit down—probably harder than I intended, but the blood pounding through my head was setting me on edge.
The moment my teeth punctured her skin, the cascade of sensations set off both of our releases, the base of my cock swelling, her pussy clamping down on my knot as she milked me for every drop of cum.
The bond fell into place quickly. The overwhelming sensation of everything being right settled in my chest.
Daisy was mine.
We were bonded.
Our foreheads pressed together as we desperately tried to catch our breaths.
Daisy was my omega.
“I can feel you,” she panted in wonder.
“It’s amazing.” I couldn’t stop myself from beaming. Her happiness hummed in my chest, and I became acutely aware that she was still having some back pain.
As I gently maneuvered the boneless omega back into a snuggling position in my arms, still firmly attached to my knot, I marveled at just how amazing this bond was going to be.