Chapter Fifteen

Bronson

“We need to talk.” The words nobody wants to hear but I had to say as soon as I walked in the door from the office. “If you’re feeling up to it?”

Tate blinked at me. He’d been staying at my home for over a week now and every day he looked better. In fact, while I hadn’t known him long enough to be sure, I’d have said he was fully recovered. “You want me to leave. I understand. It was nice of you to let me stay this long, but I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He stood in front of me in the living room, looking ready to leave that moment. “Thank you for everything.”

I took his arm and led him across the room to the sofa. “Wow. Talk about taking things to extremes.” Pushing him down to sit, I joined him on the couch. “We’ve spent the past almost-two weeks together and did I at any point give you the impression I was not enjoying your company?”

“But I eat so much and sometimes I’m not tidy.” He dropped his head, studying his lap, and my heart squeezed at the sight. “I’m sorry.”

This little had been through way too much. “Tate, you eat whatever you need to gain strength. And you’re more than tidy enough for anyone. If I ever get my fangs into the alpha who did this to you, I’ll shred them and leave them for dead.” I smiled, my fangs descending with my wolf’s agreement. “Mostly because they will be dead.”

His eyes widened. “You really mean that, don’t you? You would do that for me?”

“Omega, I would do anything for you. But right at this moment, I wanted to talk about something very personal in my life and see if it lines up at all with yours.” We’d skirted the topic far too long. “I’m a daddy. Do you know what that means?”

His head lifted, a smile curling the edges of his lips. “Depends. It could mean you have young somewhere with an omega and wanted to tell me about that because…well I don’t know why, but you did.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

He let out a puff of air. “Then it means you are someone who enjoys age play and might want to have an omega who is also a little.”

“Yes, and some things you’ve chosen and some ways you’ve behaved have made me dare to think that you might be…could be…” Now that the moment had come, all my big communication skills were going straight to hell. Imagine if I stood in front of a judge and stammered like that. I’d be laughed out of court. I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, the laughter I’d been thinking of was rippling from the omega.

“Alpha, you have found yourself saddled with not only an injured omega but a little who has spent every minute since he opened his eyes in the hospital to see his rescuer still there at his side pretty sure you are the daddy of my dreams.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” I chuckled. “I know. Why didn’t I? But we are talking now, and if you keep using your words to say things like that, you’re going to be stuck with the daddy with the swollen head—and not the one I hope you’re also interested in.”

“I’m interested in everything about you, but I need you to know I am not really an experienced little. Oh, my ex treated me like a child sometimes, but not in a good way. More like, I was his inferior and needed to be reminded of that on a daily basis.”

“I really want to kill him.” Maybe our wolves could battle. Not over the omega but over the alpha’s terrible behavior. “And we can talk about that anytime, as long as you know I am not of that opinion in any way, shape, or form. You are a handsome, funny, smart omega gifted with a resilience and bravery few can ever aspire to.”

“Wow. You make me sound like a superhero. I hope you don’t expect me to fly anywhere tonight or anything.”

“Actually, I thought you might like to visit the club, if you’re not too busy.”

He grinned and leaned in to rest his head on my shoulder. “I think I can clear my calendar. What did you have in mind at this kinky sex club place I’ve been reading so much about online?”

“You’ll have to come along and see.”

When he asked what to wear, I suggested casual clothing, since he’d just be taking a tour. “If you like it, we can always shop for club wear for you later.”

“A club and shopping?” He batted his eyelashes at me. “I may be a gold digger yet.”

No, he never ever would, but as I showered getting ready for our evening, I was both nervous and excited. Mixing the club I’d put so much effort into, with the omega I was falling hard for had the potential to be the very best night of my life. Or not…