*Sia*

Holy shit, he felt good.

We both moan at the same time. While I wanted to thrust over and over I needed to stay still for just a moment before I shoot my load right then and there. His muscles squeezed around me, begging me to keep going, to keep moving. Squeezing my fingers into the plump flesh of his ass cheeks I slowly pull out, then watching my shaft disappear again inside him. He pushes back making me go in even deeper and I feel it.

His spot. The spot that was driving him wild with lust and impatience. His body shook and looking down at him on his chest and knees his ass up in the air with me buried deep inside him it drove me wild too. Unlike the first time I didn't plan to hold anything back. Not while he was taking me in so well and with such abandon.

I start off slow but on the second stroke I begin to slam into his body, jerking us both on the bed. He raises himself on his hands and pushes back hard just as I thrust forward meeting me halfway. I wanted to release my pheromones, but I didn't want him to think I was doing it to control him during sex, so I held back. His on the other hand were seeping out like crazy, knowing he didn't know how to keep them at bay especially when he was feeling this good.

And I knew he was, because his scent smeared over my skin igniting the electricity of ecstasy between us.

"Harder, Sia, fuck I need you to go hard." He gasps as I thrust.

His mouth was going to get me in serious trouble one day. And hearing him say my name on a moan like that was fucking with my head. As I fuck him into oblivion I reach around his waist and take a hold of his hard cock and begin stroking with every thrust of my hips. I feel him tighten even more as his breathing comes out faster, his voice louder and his hums sexy as hell.

I feel the first hot stream of his juice on my hand along with his low, drawn-out moan and it turned me on so much that I lock up behind him and burst my load in the condom I wore, as deep as I was able to go. My vision fades in and out from the massive pleasure it gave me. For a moment we both stayed where we were, me still buried inside him our breathing trying to catch up and our pounding hearts slowly relaxing once more.

He then became jelly as I slip from him, and he falls flat on his stomach to the bed with eyes closed. My body felt weak and yet rejuvenated at the same time. Lying next to him on my back I stare up at the ceiling feeling drowsy myself. We both just lay there for a few moments until he finally spoke.

"You can...wash up first if you want. Afterwards, we can talk about the rules." His voice sounded a little small to my ears as if he was shy all the sudden.

Looking over to him he was lying on his side facing me but looking at the covers between us. Biting my lip I nod, then softly say, "Okay, I'll be quick that way you can wash up too."

He doesn't say anything as I sit up, gather my discarded clothes, and head for the bathroom. Closing the door I take a deep calming breath and look myself in the mirror. His scent was all over me and weird as it was I couldn't help noticing how my own skin was glowing from what we just did. Titling my head I also notice how I seem to look younger than my twenty-two years.

Swallowing hard, I start the spray and get in. After washing up with his Hawaiian scented body soap I quickly dry and put my work clothes back on since I had nothing else. I wasn't expecting to be here or even doing that with him. No matter how much soap I used or how often I scrubbed my skin his scent lingered and honestly I wasn't hating it at all.

I kind of liked smelling him on me. Which is something I wouldn't admit or linger my thoughts on. Shaking myself out of that nonsense I walk out to smell coffee in the air. Heading to his small kitchen area I see him standing there with his shirt undone and his pants back on. He looks up when I clear my throat letting him know I was done.

The small blush on his ears as he looks at me only made me want to walk over and kiss the daylights out of him. But now that we were just standing here with the overwhelming feeling of sexual tension completely at bay the atmosphere felt awkward and a bit stifled.

"I made coffee. You can help yourself while I take a quick shower. I'll be right out." He says in the quiet apartment.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak just yet. He races by me to the hallway to his room. Then he comes back out with fresh clothes, gives me an awkward smile and shuts the bathroom door behind him. Once he was out of sight I relaxed a little bit. I took this chance to look around his place, hoping it would give me a little more insight on the kind of guy he really was.

Seeing him at the orphanage was a surprise but not quite as a shock. I knew he had a good honest heart; he definitely held a soft spot especially for Tristan. I've seen him a time or two be the sweetest person ever, unless it was being around me that is. Or any Alpha. He was always stiff around Axel and Thomas, but he didn't treat them the same way he treated me. I don't know if it was because the two of them already have mates or the fact he held a special grudge just against me.

Our first meeting wasn't the best that's for sure. I overpowered him and used my pheromones to subdue him, I mean the guy was about to clobber me with a tree branch after all. But I pulled them back as soon as I found out he was an Omega. But that moment was all it took for him to dislike me more than the others I guess. And ever since then I couldn't get him to see me in a different light.

Which was why I was baffled that he had offered me that deal to have sex with him during his heat cycle. He could have asked anyone else in the world, hell even asked one of his exes to do it. But he had asked me. I still didn't understand what had changed his view on me cause I was sure he would have never done it if he still saw me how he did that first night.

So what exactly had changed?

Looking around his living room I see he made sure his place was nice and tidy. Nothing was out of order, and everything was clean and crisp. There was a bookshelf in the corner by the window and I checked the titles. Some were fantasy books, a few historical ones. But mostly they were about the ABO genetics and Omega pregnancy books. I frown looking at them.

Had Cam been pregnant at one point? Or was it because Tristan was having a baby and he wanted to be more informed? The thought of him being pregnant at all sent a burning jealousy through me. Then it instantly flamed out when the thought struck that no child was here, and an even worst thought came to mind that he may have lost it.

I kept reading the titles and realized the majority of them were about conception. Was he trying to get pregnant? But then my eyes halted on one title. Adoption for a Single Parent.

My chest squeezes tightly. I didn't fully understand what these books were about but a part of me really wanted to find out. Backing away from the bookcase I look at the pictures on the wall. A few were of nature and animals, but some held the kids from the orphanage that made me smile. There was one of London barely smiling at the camera sitting in the room she shred with five other kids.

Next to that was a sonogram. My heart races thinking about my other thought that he may have been pregnant at one point in his life but then it calms down to see written in the corner, "Godchild Besson." I look at the black and white image of Tristan's and Axel's unborn baby. Tris must have given him one of the many photos Dr. Lee gave them. Hell I have one too framed on my coffee table at home, even my dad had one.

"I think it's a boy." He suddenly states behind me.

Quickly turning around I couldn't help but stare at him. He was fresh from a shower. His hair still wet but rubbed in every angle from a towel. He wore a soft pale pink sweater that made him look smaller than he really was. Along with light grey sweats and socks. He walks next to me to look at the picture.

"If you look closely right here..." He points at a spot of the image. "You can see a little turtle shape between the legs." He cracks a smile.

I lean in to look and see what he meant. He was probably dead on. Smiling I look to him and state, "And let me guess, you didn't tell him because he wants to be surprised."

"I'm not that kind of friend. I'll just act like I didn't know."

"And yet you told me." I playfully accuse.

He shrugs crossing his arms over his chest. "Did you want it to be a surprise?" He asks looking over at me.

"Maybe I did." I shrug coping his pose.

He studies me for a moment. "Nah, you don't really care about that kind of stuff."

I quirk a brow at that statement. "What makes you say that?" I was curious to know if he thought me the type who didn't really care about anything.

"You're the type that only cares about if the child is healthy regardless of gender. Male, female, who cares as long as Tristan goes through a safe birth and the baby is healthy."

My heart soars at that answer, because he was completely right. I didn't care what the gender is as long as they were healthy. Smiling tenderly at him he blushes and quickly looks away. Clearing his throat he points to the kitchen.

"Coffee?"

Nodding my head I follow him and sit at the table as he makes our cups and then sits across from me. I watch him take a drink and raises both brows at me and then at my cup that was just sitting there steaming hot. Taking a sip I sigh happily. "This is perfect, thanks."

Pleasure washes over his features as he takes another sip before finally saying what our true purpose was for being here.

"So, about the rules..."