18. Blaine
18
Blaine
My sweet little Omega does not even realize how her words probably affected Chase. He listened to her whole speech, completely enraptured by every word she said. I've heard a similar sentiment my whole life – out of the mouth of Bea, his mother.
I won't say anything, though. If I call him out, he'll clam up. I want to allow him these moments to get a look at who she really is.
"Our plans aren't until later today, honey," I say, standing and moving next to her in the kitchen. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and pull her to my chest. She's getting more and more receptive to my touches, her body responsive to the feelings invoked when my hands are on her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck.
Honeysuckles.
My childhood home had a honeysuckle bush that snaked through the fence. Mom wasn't always well, but in one moment of clarity, she took me outside and showed me I could suck the nectar out of them.
I don't begrudge my mother about her mental health issues. She didn't choose for her brain to be wired that way. That is probably my favorite childhood memory with her, sitting stretched out in the grass, plucking the tiny flowers off of the bush.
I clear my mind of the memories that Nora's scent awakens in me. One day, I'll plant honeysuckle bushes for our kids. "I was hoping you could show me some of the things you like to do before our appointment."
She tilts her head back and looks up at me. "Well, I'm sure laundry needs to be done."
"Do you like doing laundry, honey?"
"It's an Omega's job to take care of her pack home," she responds, her words rehearsed and her tone suggesting that my question was stupid.
I spin her around in my arms and hold her to my chest. "Forget about what an Omega is supposed to do, okay? Just for a minute. Close your eyes for me." She does immediately. She's so incredibly obedient, and it gives me all sorts of untoward ideas that I have to shove down. "Is there anything you've ever seen anyone doing and thought, even if it was only for a fleeting moment, that you'd like to try it?"
"I…" she chews on her lip, and I want to pull it out with my thumb. "I've never played cards before?"
"Cards? Like poker?"
She nods, and her lip is starting to get red with how hard she's chewing it. This time, I can't resist using my thumb to pop it off of her teeth. She looks so surprised, and almost as if it's an unconscious thought, she traces my thumb with her tongue. I bite back a groan.
"I've seen men play poker before at some of the Omega socials, and they always seemed to be having a lot of fun. I think I'd like to learn."
I had almost forgotten Joey and Chase were in the kitchen with us, but Joey's booming laugh reminds me quickly. "Little bird, we'll have to play one day. Blaine, make sure she learns the right way!" He moves beside us and kisses her on the cheek, then leaves with Chase, no doubt heading to the restaurant for the day.
Looking down at my little Omega, I can't stop myself from stealing a kiss. I break it off all too quickly and tap her on the ass. "Alright, head to the table, I'll grab the cards."
There is a very distinct possibility I have been hustled. That's the only explanation I have for how thoroughly Nora stomped my ass in poker.
At least our next game is co-op because I don't know if my ego can handle being decimated by this tiny little Omega twice in one day.
My right hand squeezes her thigh as I drive us to the park. She's wearing the tight black jeans I picked out for her, and fuck her ass is incredible. I thought those leggings she wore yesterday were going to be impossible to beat, but I was wrong. I had her change into a black shirt and a pair of combat boots I got her. We look like one of those obnoxious couples who match all the time.
I fucking love it.
We pull into the gravel parking lot, and as we climb out of the car, Nora looks around with confusion. "Where are we?" she asks, eyeing the shack in front of us and the odd array of barrels, half walls, and other various obstacles spread out around the field.
"I'm glad you asked, honey," I say, ushering her into the shack with my hand on her lower back.
The Beta at the counter looks up and grins widely at me. "Blaine! Glad to have you back, man." I shake his hand, and he eyes Nora, gaze tracing her body. A low growl rattles my chest. "The Perfect Omega here to play paintball? What are the odds." He either doesn't hear or chooses to ignore my growl. I don't like that either.
"Paintball?" Nora says, looking between the two of us. "What's that?"
"Oh, you're in for a treat!" the Beta says, moving from around the corner. "The other pair is already here, so we need to get you suited up." He grabs a vest from the shelf and moves to outfit Nora with it.
My growl this time is loud and clear, and he takes a step back. "Woah, Blaine, you okay man?"
Nora steps to my side, puts a hand on my chest, and purrs as she rubs her head against me. I caught a brief flash of satisfaction in her gaze."Don't you even think about touching my Omega," I snarl.
"Your Omega?" he says, shocked. "Damn, dude, you pulled the Perfect Omega? Congrats and all, but I didn't mean anything by it. Just trying to do my job here."
I snatch the vest from him. "I'll do it, thanks." When I hold the garment out, Nora feeds her arms through it, and I snap it over her chest. She's looking at me curiously, a small smile on her face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You growled at him. Nolan growled at someone yesterday, too."
"Well, of course. You're mine. I don't want anyone else to touch you." I kiss her fiercely. "You're mine, Omega. Don't forget it." I pinch her ass, and she lets out the sweetest squeal. I collect our guns and eye protection from the counter. I load both of our guns up with bright yellow paintballs. "Alright, honey, here's what we're doing. There are two other people out there. We're going to play a real casual game. Getting hit doesn't mean you're out or anything. We play until we're out of ammo, okay?"
"And we're shooting each other?"
"Well, don't shoot me. I'm on your team. But yeah, we're going to shoot the other two. The hits sting, so I'll try to hop in front of you in one is coming your way." She pulls the pink ribbon from her hair and uses it to secure her hair into a low ponytail, then pulls her goggles on.
Nora is short and has a tiny waist, but geared up and holding the gun, she looks like she could conquer the world. It makes me rock fucking hard to see her kitted up like this.
"This is the type of thing that makes you happy?" she asks, turning the gun over in her hands.
"More than anything." She doesn't need to know that it's her addition to paintball that elevates its status.
We head to the field and get to our staging area. Both of us crouch behind a wall, and music starts to pump through the speakers. It's a loud, aggressive alternative, the type of music I put on when I'm driving. I put my lips unnecessarily close to Nora's ears. "The other team has pink paintballs. Aim for their chests, try to avoid the head."
She nods, determination on her features. She chokes her hands up on the gun, and the Beta calls through the speakers, "Begin!"
Before I even have a chance to blink, Nora has taken off, darting around a barrel to crouch behind a door turned on its side. When we make eye contact, she shrugs and pokes the barrel of her gun over the top of the door. She fires blindly, hitting nothing, revealing her position. A pink splotch blooms between her shoulders at the same time she gasps. She spins and fires again, clipping the assailant on the thigh as he runs.
The way she throws herself all in into this, just because she knows I love it, is one of those things about Nora that makes her so special. This isn't the Perfect Omega training because there is no way they would approve of her playing paintball. No, this is all Nora, the drive to dive headfirst into a challenge.
As much as I want to watch her play, I'm a sitting duck here, just gaping at her. She flinched with the hit, but her face showed no outward signs of distress. She begins moving again, so I do as well, going wide so we can hopefully encircle our competitors.
It's a pretty even match, and I'm taking as many hits as I get off. I feel the telltale sting of a ball hitting my thigh, and I look and see a splash of neon yellow. "Oh my goodness!" Nora squeaks, making her way to me through the obstacles. "Blaine, I am so sorry! I saw the movement and just pulled the trigger."
She looks so worried that I may be upset at her that she doesn't even notice I'm laughing. "Pink and yellow look good together," I say before I pull her into my body. I kiss her hard, forcing my way into her mouth. She accepts me and pushes right back, finally growing more comfortable with physical affection. She throws her arms around my neck, the gun dangling loosely from one hand. I break from her lips just to rip both of our goggles off and throw them to the ground with a growl. I push her against one of the structures, deepening our kiss, and push my hips against hers, rotating them slowly.
I've wanted an Omega for a long time, and not just for the sex, but fuck if that's not all I'm thinking about right now. I feel myself growing hard around her, and she must, too, because she lets out a long whine that threatens to turn me feral. Her gun clatters to the ground, and I feel paintballs pepper my back, but I could not give two shits about it right now. Looping my arm under her knee, I grind against her harder, opening her hips up so I can angle myself directly to her core.
She whines again, and I pull my lips from hers and kiss down her neck and across her throat. I travel up to her ear and whisper, "Does that feel good, baby?" She whimpers and nods, and I let my other hand trace up her waist and dance my fingers across her breasts. "Imagine how good it'll feel without these clothes," I tell her. "When I get through with you, you won't know where you end and I begin." My hand slides under her shirt, teasing my fingers in the waistband of her tight jeans. "I can't show you what I mean here, but… fuck, Omega, I want to make you feel so good."
Her hips buck into mine, and she's lost in me, panting in my ear these sweet little exhales that sound like music. "Do you want to know what I'd do to you, honey?" The other team appears to have taken the win and cleared out because I haven't been shot in a while. I'm grateful for that. If anyone saw my Omega like this I may have had to take their eyes.
"Please tell me, Alpha," she whimpers.
"I'll strip you out of all these clothes, kiss every fucking inch of you. I'll learn your every freckle and curve with my tongue. I've never seen someone so beautiful." Each of my words is punctuated with kisses on her throat. I keep returning to the spot above her clavicle, front and center. I want to bite her there. I want my teeth to mark a collar that shows the world she's mine.
"Then I'm going to taste you, Nora. I'm going to dive between your legs and feast on you, drown myself in your slick." I'm so fucking hard, so turned on, that I get a little reckless and push the limit. I slip my hand into her pants, my fingers meeting the soft satin of her panties.
"Alpha," she purrs in my ear.
That's all the confirmation I need, and I rub my fingers across the soaked fabric stretched across her pussy. "Look at you, such a good little Omega making all this slick for your Alpha." Her head is thrown back against the wall, and she's not pushing me away, so I must be doing something right. "Does it make you feel good to please your Alpha, Omega?"
"So, so good," she whines.
I rub her slit through the panties, and she moans softly in my ear. My cock is so hard it feels like it's going to bust the button off my jeans, but this isn't about me. This is about the sexy as fuck Omega, covered in paint, who is forgetting some of that bullshit programming and just doing what feels good. "I have one more request of you, sweet Omega," I whisper, speeding up the pace of my fingers against her. There's so much slickness that the fabric feels thinner, and I manage to get some pressure on her clit.
Nora is panting, moaning quietly in my ear, when she says, "Anything, Alpha."
Fuck. I groan and scrape my teeth across her collarbone. When I feel her body tightening, her breathing coming in shorter bursts, I lean into her ear and whisper, "Your Alpha needs you to be a very good girl and let go. I need you to let go of that tension and let your body take over."
And holy fucking shit, she does. Her body shakes, and her moan is so loud I clamp a hand over her mouth. When she slackens in my arms and her body goes limp, I pull her to my chest and kiss her on the forehead. "Thank you, Omega. I am very proud of you."
"I think I'd like to play paintball again some day."