We are worthy, p.29
We Are Worthy, page 29
“Show me.” I try to joke, but it comes out as a whimper.
“Later,” he says. “You need your food to settle. And we need wood for the fire.”
After putting on appropriate clothing for the weather and the boots Dom had someone get for me, we head outside and behind the cabin.
I sit on a little cord of already chopped wood and smile as I take in the beautiful sight before me. The sun is setting, but it’s still closer on the lighter side out here, so the way the colors look on the mountains are breathtaking.
Grunting and groaning draws my attention to my Alpha. My lips part as I suck in a small gasp. Dom has his jacket off, his plaid shirt rolled up to his elbows as he stands in front of a chopping block. He brings the axe up over his head before letting out a sexy, manly grunt as he brings it down, splitting the wood in half.
I watch as he continues to chop more wood, and with every swing, every noise, every wipe of his brow, I get slicker and slicker.
After about the fifteenth piece, I decide I can’t take it anymore.
“Dom!” I shout as he tosses the piece he just cut into the pile of wood. He looks over at me, wiping his brow again. He must see the look in my eyes, the need, the hunger for him because he lets out a growl that almost sends me over the edge before stalking over to me.
My eyes widen, and I let out a little squeal of excitement before taking off towards the front door to the cabin.
“Little Omega. Running just makes me wanna fuck you harder,” he calls out.
Fuck, yes please! I almost make it inside when he grabs me around the waist, bringing my ass to his very hard cock. “Looks like the big bad Alpha caught himself a little Omega. Whatever shall I do with you?” he rumbles in my ear.
“Eat me,” I breathe out in a plea.
He growls and picks me up. Opening the door, he slams it closed as soon as we're inside. My heart is pounding in my ears, my pussy throbbing with the need to be touched by him.
He tosses me on the couch, rips off my pants, and gives me a repeat of what we did on the plane.
After he’s made me cum three times and I’ve almost passed out from so much stimulation, he covers me with a blanket from the chair.
“Rest, Little One,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I’ll go get the wood and light us a fire.”
I almost protest, demanding he stays here in my arms, but I’m too tired to argue. My eyes flutter close, and I drift off for a little bit, waking when I hear the crackle of the fire.
“Sleep, Little Omega,” Dom rumbles as he brushes some hair from my face.
“But I want you,” I whisper, half asleep.
“I’m going to go shower, then I’ll be back.” He kisses me softly before he’s up and gone. I close my eyes again, sighing as I feel the warmth of the fire.
We still have tomorrow, we can have sex then.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
OCTAVIA
I wake up no longer on the couch, smiling when I feel the strong, warm arms of my Alpha. I wiggle back into him, pushing my ass into his hard length.
“Little Omega. If you don’t stop with that sinfully, sexy ass, I’m gonna cum in my pants and embarrass myself,” he says, his voice raspy with sleep.
“That’s okay, I’d just help you clean up,” I purr, wiggling my ass again. He puts his hands on my hips to stop me.
“Naughty girls get spankings,” he warns.
“Have you talked to Tristan yet? That’s not much of a punishment for me.” I giggle as I roll over, bringing my face to his. Moving my hand to his cock, I give him a hard squeeze through his sleep pants before moving in for a kiss. He groans but turns his head away from me.
“Morning breath,” he says. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” He gets up out of bed, but bends over to kiss my forehead before heading to the bathroom, leaving me alone in this big bed.
Sitting up, I frown in the direction Dom takes off in. That was odd. He’s never cared about morning breath before. None of my guys do.
Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I get up and get dressed before going downstairs.
We eat and talk, and everything seems normal. That is until we get hot and heavy after we clean up. He eats me out on top of the table, but as soon as I move to climb him like a tree, to beg him to take me to bed and knot me, he’s suggesting we go outside in the snow before setting me back on the table and taking off to get changed.
I sit there, horny and frustrated. But this is our time together, and there’s still lots of time to have sex.
After getting into the proper clothing, we go outside for a little walk. He shows me the pond, saying it’s perfect for the summer. Next, he takes me to a little tree house his grandfather built for him when he was a kid.
I almost burst out crying when he said he hopes our sons or daughters will love it just as much as he did.
We walk hand in hand as he shows me more of the property. I steal as many kisses as I can, loving the taste of him. But anytime things start to get hot and heavy, he puts a stop to it.
Now, I’m horny, annoyed, and confused because I thought this was our weekend to take that next step, to mark each other.
Bending over, I gather snow and pack it into a ball. Dom is in front of me, and without thinking, I chuck it at the back of his head. He stops, and my eyes go wide.
I’m sorry but I’m also kinda not. He’s being weird today.
“Did you just throw a snowball at my head?” he asks, slowly turning to look at me with a raised brow.
“Yes,” I whimper, hoping he doesn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest right now.
“That's it,” he says. But I don’t get a chance to react before he’s picking me up and tossing me into a big pile of snow.
He bursts out laughing, and I shriek as the snow starts to melt against my skin.
“You're an ass!” I shout back, but I’m laughing too.
“You started it, Little One.” He grins as I stand up and brush myself off.
“And now, I’m gonna finish it.” I grab another handful of snow and chuck it at him.
We end up having a snowball fight, running around the cabin as we duck and dive out of the way.
When we’re done, we end up laying in the snow, panting to catch our breaths, bellies sore from laughing so hard.
“Look,” I say, making a snow angel. He chuckles and makes one himself before rolling over in the snow to look at me.
“Thank you for coming here with me.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I say, meaning it.
We kiss for a little bit, and I feel my belly starting to flutter with need. But like every other time we’ve kissed today, he stops it.
I try not to pout as we go inside. We change out of our wet clothes and into sleep wear. We eat supper, then cuddle in front of the fire.
This is our last night, and it’s already late. We have to catch the plane back tomorrow because we have school on Monday.
“Come on, Little One,” Dom says, picking me up. He carries me to the room, and by the time my back meets the bed my clothes are off, and I’m grinding against him, needing that release only he can give me.
I climb on top of him, kissing him until we’re both moaning and panting. I move down to give him one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever given, not even bothering to try and take his clothes off, just filled with the desperate need for my Alpha’s cum.
He cums hard, a roar of release that has me dripping slick as I greedily swallow everything he gives me.
He flips me over, taking care of that mess himself until I’m a sobbing mess on the bed. By the time we're done, we're both dripping in sweat, panting like we swam the length of lake and back with no breaks.
“I need to pee,” I tell him, getting out of bed. He mumbles something as I take off into the bathroom.
This is it! I’m gonna finally get to be with the man I love. Mate him, and then we can all officially be a pack.
I’m quick to pee, hopping into the shower to clean up quick before going back to the room. My smile drops when I see Dom laying in bed, a fake as hell snore coming from him. I frown and take a moment, remembering everything today.
Then it hits me. He’s not ready. Any time it comes to taking it to the next step, to the point that involves all of our clothes being removed, he shuts it down.
My heart hurts, but not because he’s holding back. It’s because he still thinks so low of himself even after I’ve told him a million times how sexy I think he is.
It doesn't matter how many times I tell him, I can’t change how he feels about himself; that’s something he needs to do.
The best I can do is give him my love, be supportive, and keep telling him how much I love how he looks.
So, I do something that hurts to do. I hold back the tears, and climb into bed. Kissing his cheek, I whisper goodnight before turning my back to him, and trying my hardest not to cry.
I wish my words were enough. I wish he could see how I see him, how I love him. I wish he knew how much I admire him. He loves hard and cares so much. He’s everything I could ever want in an Alpha. My Alpha. And as an Omega, it pains me not to be able to take that pain from my Alpha. To help him see his worth. Because he’s worthy of my love, my body, and my soul.
THE NEXT MORNING IS awkward, and we aren't fooling anyone. He’s been quiet and reserved. He won't talk to me, won’t even look my way other than a kiss on the top of the head and a lingering touch like he's pissed at himself for how he's acting. It’s like he wants me to know he still cares without having to face his feelings.
The plane ride was the same. We watched a movie, and I napped in his arms to pass the time.
Once Dom gets in the truck after loading our bags up and we’re ready to go home, I decide that we can’t go back home like this. I’m dying inside, and I miss my Dom.
“It’s okay,” I tell him as he stares out the front window, not meeting my eye. “I understand. I never want you to feel like you have to do something you're not ready for or uncomfortable with.”
He lets out a harsh laugh that has me flinching back. “Okay? You think it's okay that I’m such a fucking pathetic Alpha that I can’t even get naked in front of my Omega without feeling disgusted with myself? You think it’s okay that I can’t even do the one fucking thing I’m designed to do, knot and mate my Omega?” He shakes his head, and my heart breaks at his words. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the sob that is desperate to slip out.
“You are better off without me. Everyone is. I’m not the Alpha you deserve, Tia.”
“Don’t say that. Dom, I love everything about you,” I say, my voice cracking. I just wanna crawl into his lap and shake him, kiss him, pour all my love into him. It feels like I can’t breathe, like I’m having a heart attack.
“You don’t need to say shit to make me feel better, Tia. I know you're amazing, and loving, and caring, and would never have the heart to tell me what you truly think. You're too good to do that. But don’t tell me it because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
He starts the truck, and I turn to face out the window. With my hand over my mouth to hold back my sobs, tears stream down my face.
After an hour into the drive, I feel numb. Is this really happening right now? Did a weekend that was supposed to get me ready for the rest of my life turn out to be the thing that takes everything away from me?
When we pull up to Calling Wood gates, Dom finally speaks.
“Tia,” he says, his voice sounding so broken. I look over at him and suck in a breath. His eyes are red, tear stains running down his cheeks. “I’m so fucking sorry for how I acted.”
A sob bursts out as he pulls over onto the side of the road. I crawl into his lap, and he holds on to me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. We cry together, and fuck if my heart doesn’t shatter into pieces.
“I love you,” he says when I pull back. He cups my face, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I love you so fucking much it hurts. It scares the shit out of me because I felt for so damn long that no one would want me. There’s only so many dirty looks and mocking laughs a person can take before they start to see themselves as the world sees them. Then you came along, this little spitfire, take no shit Omega. You made us all fall hard and fast for you after we gave up hope. You helped each of my brothers heal and see their worth. I’m so fucking damaged that every time you looked at me with hunger, with love, with anything other than repulsion, I think it was to good to be true. That you were just being nice because of how fucking amazing you are. I want to see myself how you look at me. I really fucking do.”
“But you're just not there, yet,” I say, giving him a watery smile as more tears flow free. “It’s okay, Dom. I’ll be here for you, with you, as long as it takes. I’ll NEVER give up on you. Never.”
“But your heat is any day now. I don’t wanna miss it.” He lets out a mock laugh. “Actually, maybe our first time should be during your heat. You’ll be too much in a haze to really see what I look like.”
I’m about to protest when someone honks behind us. He lets out a sigh. “We should get going.”
I crawl back into my seat, and he takes my hand as we continue down the road.
We pull up into our driveway and see another car. It’s not any of my guys. “What the...” Dom says, looking around, then he curses. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
“What?” I ask, “What’s wrong?”
“Just wait here. My parents are here, I gotta get rid of them.”
“Your parents?”
“They are assholes, not people I want you around. You're too good for them, Little One. Just... just wait here.”
Dom gets out of the car and heads over to the man and woman who are peeking into our house. What the hell? There's a woman standing there with them, looking like she would rather be anywhere else but here.
Rolling down the window a little, I try and listen to what they are saying. Yes, I’m snooping, sue me.
“Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?” Dom asks as he steps up to the older couple.
“Dominic, honey. Is that any way to greet your parents?” his mother asks.
“Sorry. But you gave me no notice that you were planning on coming here for a visit,” he says, running a hand over his face. He’s stressed. It makes my skin itchy, and a whine slips free. I hate seeing him like this.
“Do we need to have a reason to see our son?” his father asks.
“Look, now is not the best time. Can you please just tell me why you're here?”
“Can we go inside?” his mom asks.
“No. Like I said, now is not a good time. And who is this?” Dom asks, frowning at the girl who gives him a snooty look as she looks him up and down, not impressed. That gets a low growl out of me. How fucking dare she look at my Alpha like that. Rude.
She’s got her black hair tied up into a ponytail with a black and white pantsuit on.
“That’s what we came here to talk to you about. We think that you’ve had your fun here at this little school, but it’s time for you to come home now. We know you don’t have a major, so there's no real loss if you were to leave. We gave you four years to find an Omega, but it’s clear that's never going to happen. So, how about you come home? This is Cindy, her parents work with your father. She would be the perfect wife for you.”
I’m sorry, are my ears hearing this right? Is this lady for real? Rage starts to fill my body, and I see red.
But then this Cindy chick rolls her eyes and looks at Dom’s mother and says, “He has a pack, right? It’s not just him, I hope.” She looks back at Dom and gives him a fake smile. “I’m sure you're a nice guy, you're just... not my type.”
Oh hell fucking no! Nope, not happening. Shouldn’t have opened your mouth, bitch.
I’m out of the car and storming up to them in seconds.
DOMINIC
I’VE NEVER HATED MYSELF more in my life than I do right now. Not only did I fuck up my weekend with the girl I love more than life itself, but I made her fucking cry because I’m a selfish, insecure bastard.
I didn’t mean to be so harsh back at the airport, but I was so on edge from how I was back at the cabin. I wanted her so fucking bad every second we were there. It took everything in my not to strip her down and rut into her, but every time we came close to having sex, I chickened out. I let my past rot my brain and my insecurities tell me that the moment I was bare to her, fully naked, she wouldn’t see me the same way. She would be turned off and not want me anymore.
I know it's stupid. I know she loves me, I can see it in her eyes. And the way she’s always perfuming just by one of my growls or the way I look at her when all I can think about is taking her sweet, sexy body makes it so damn obvious, but sometimes the mind just wants to see you suffer. I have a lot I still need to work on, but she didn’t deserve how I snapped at her.
Knowing I made her cry, made her flinch, broke something in me. I don’t cry, ever, but knowing I caused my Omega pain... fuck, it was just too much to keep in.
After I opened up to her a little bit a few minutes ago, I vowed to myself never to let her think for even a moment that I don't love her, that I don't want her.
What I didn’t expect was for my parents to be here when we came back. I haven’t seen them in a while. I don’t like them because they’ve always made sure to remind me how worthless I was, even if it was in their own fucked up nice way. Like right now.
Are they for real? Do they really think I’m going to just drop my life and go home to marry some random woman. A woman who's looking at me just like all the Omegas who rejected my pack. Just like every girl who’s looked at me.
Every girl but my Little One. My Omega.
Speaking of my Omega, the truck door slams, and she makes her way over here like a little, red haired tornado.
“Hi,” she says to my mom with a fake smile, then looks to this Cindy girl. “First off, fuck you. Yes, he has a pack, my fucking pack. Because Dom is mine.”
