Chapter Eighteen
Ryson
My hand covers Libby’s mark on my chest. Wild creature, biting whatever she could get to, I think fondly. But now I have no reason to wear a shirt.
I walk along the edge of the forest outside the house. Sure enough, she’s in the deep grasses with Nimme, the gray, gilled omega of pack Iwanyth, who is teaching Libby some foraging.
“My love,” I start and she spins, grinning. “A packet for you.”
She crosses to me excitedly, taking the translator glasses I hold out, putting them on and reading quickly.
“Yes!” She yells, jumping up and down.
I grin, openly pleased to see my omega so happy.
She crows, obviously pleased with herself, “The dragonflies got approved! They should be here in three days.” She grins at me, “I knew it! I knew I could get through your bullshit alien red tape.”
Wells, who is farther into the woods, approaches. “Bullshit red tape?” He asks, horns tilting.
Libby starts to laugh and soon we’re laughing with her.
THE ENTIRE NEXT DAY is rainy. We all had things to handle but we had taken care of our needy little omega’s pussy several times throughout the course of the day. She’s been on her best behavior since the incident with self-pleasure.
When the light dims, I look up from the project, a chair, I’m working on. I think it's done. This will trade the leelus token for the matting I got the other day.
I brush off, exiting my shop and trotting across the open space to the house, the rain quickly soaking me.
I stop in the entry to dry off.
“Ah, my love, there you are,” I purr, seeing Elizabeth in the kitchen helping Nara.
“Me or him?” She teases.
I cross the room and kiss her, then Nara.
“Yes.”
They both snort.
“Come with me, I have a surprise for you,” I say, trying not to grin.
“Is it your dick?” She makes a playful face and I’m, yet again, falling in love with her. It happens several times a day, it seems.
I swat her bum, which we’ve taken to just using a plug on during the days. “Sassy creature, do I need to carry you?”
She giggles and I grab her around the waist, putting her over my shoulder. She squeals, laughing. I carry her across the house to the stairs.
When we get to the basement, I place her gently on her feet.
“What are we doing down here? Heading to the library? I’ve seen that before, you know,” she teases.
I take her hand and lace our fingers as we head down the hallway.
I turn on a light as I open a door to what had previously been a storage room.
“Oh holy shit!” She gasps and steps inside.
She walks into the room and spins. “Is that... you didn’t... I mean...”
She looks at me, eyes wide.
I clear my throat. “I did some research. The floor is wooden, covered with washable matting. There’s a faucet, and a woodstove. I found some flexible material to make ‘blocks’ out of and I am working on getting mirrors for that wall,” I gesture, “But if I’m missing anything you need—”
My words cut off as she jumps into my arms. I grab her and hold her tight as she kisses me deeply.
“My sweet alpha,” she whispers. “You really made me a hot yoga studio?”
“I suppose I did,” I say, searching her big brown eyes.
“And I can have the other omegas here, if they want to do a class?”
“I don’t see why not,” I murmur as I bury my face in her hair. I feel her hand slide between us, covering her mark on me. I start to purr, feeling so incredibly relaxed and happy, I would not have believed it possible.
AFTER DINNER, WELLS and Ryson light a fire in the main room, and Libby’s room as well. Nara makes drinks with Obis ‘wine,’ as Elizabeth calls it, in them.
I carry Libby to the main room, where Zallan is already relaxing.
I put her down carefully and she crosses to Zallan.
She climbs upon his lap, pressing her face to him.
I see him gently wrap his arms around her.
He gently rubs his horn against her cheek and she makes a content sound.
Her little lower legs and bare feet are visible as she’s wrapped in a robe I had presented her with that morning after our group play time, as I had been worried about her being chilly on this rainy day.
When Nara enters the room carrying the tray of drinks and crispy Zait seed crackers, his eyes sweep the room and he grins.
I smile back at him and Wells presses his body against mine on the couch.
I throw my arm around him as he opens a book he’s reading.
It’s a human one that we had procured from a rare-goods shop in the city.
I look down at my lap as I struggle with emotion. My throat is tight. I have a perfect family. I am blessed by Zatura indeed.