chest. “Damn, I didn’t last long again. You know how to hit all the right buttons, Sugar.” He reached up to release the knots binding her, then gathered her in his arms.
* * * *
Sugar snuggled against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, curvaceous and tender. It had taken the entirety of his restraint to keep from sinking his teeth into her as she begged beneath him. He really liked the begging.
She ran a finger aimlessly down his body.
He sighed. He hated mixing business with pleasure, but Sugar was intertwined with the Omegas. No way could he choose between the two. Not now. Somehow he’d let his guard down and she snared his heart. He couldn’t remember the last time he loved a mortal. “You care a lot about the Omegas.” He felt a twinge of jealousy at having to share her, and it annoyed him.
“Yes.”
Funny how such a small word could seal their fates . “The Ayumu pack has claim over Chicago. It’s a large one, and their leader is powerful.” He stroked her hair, to comfort himself more than anything. “He won’t bother to fight Eric himself. The Omegas are too small. He’ll send a lieutenant.”
“Does Eric have a chance?” She twisted to look at his face. Her red rosebud lips were swollen from the crush of his mouth.
He nibbled them. She closed her eyes and gave herself to him. Oh, how he liked it.
Not once since their kitchen encounter had she complained about the lack of his attention. He’d expected it, most women he knew would have. It made him think she’d lost interest. After tonight, he knew different. She’d been waiting for him and understood his duty. It made her more precious to him.
He brushed one of her feather-soft curls from her emerald green eyes. “Eric has an excellent chance. If he wins they’ll send another, then another until he has to face the pack leader.”
“Why? Why do they want the Omegas so bad?” she cried.
Her distress stabbed him like an arrow. He cupped her upset face, suddenly aware her anguish became his. “The Ayumu gave Eric permission to live here, not to start his own tiny pack.” He stroked her cheek. “Taking in Katrina, a fertile attractive female, crossed the line. If the Ayumu don’t retaliate, they’ll look weak.”
“Then the Omegas are doomed.”
He laughed. “Hardly. I’m here, Sugar.” He continued tracing his thumb along her jaw. Her skin was satiny. Her eyes tore through a tender part of him long ago buried. She needed to learn to trust him. Have faith in him. “I’ll take care of you.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about.” She ignored his invitation. It hurt, but maybe she didn’t understand what he offered.
“They make you happy?”
“Of course.”
“So I’ll take care of them too.” Her sudden direct stare made him feel shy for a moment, like a human. He chuckled at himself. “I like the Omegas, Sugar. They cling to their humanity, like they should. Eric knows what to do. I’m teaching him well.”
“In one month?”
“It doesn’t take much to make a king, Sugar.”
Chapter 6
Daedalus reached across the rug and set one of Sugar’s books on top of a pile. Another romance. He didn’t know what triggered this need to organize the mess of books in her apartment. A disgraceful habit for a librarian, but a cute idiosyncrasy.
Boredom drove him to continue. The pre-dawn was always a lonely time. The Omegas and Sugar slept. She needed to work in the morning, and the small pack rarely stayed up this late. He usually did his own training when alone, yet tonight he needed to be close to her.
She read a lot of fiction. No history or philosophy, nothing of his taste. Books with aliens, fairies, or wizards sat in the second largest stack, since the romance stuff dominated the books.
He shook his head. Whatever demon created him must be laughing his ass off right now. He’d fallen in love with a gentle, loving dreamer. At least he could admit it to himself.
She, on the other hand, still had