Chapter 139 - 138. Shopping [M]

The next morning, Connor showed up in the kitchen half asleep with Sora propped up on one hip. He stifled a yawn and nodded to greet Glen who was standing in front of the kitchen making breakfast and Nube who was also awake. The little omega looked more excited than ever. Her mother, who was sitting at the kitchen table chopping fruits, looked and frowned when she saw her in Connor's arms.

"Sora! I told you not to wake him up. You can see that he's still tired!"

"But he said it was okay," said the little werewolf with a sad pout.

She sought support from Connor who then tried to convince Nube. He nodded his head vigorously and the little omega displayed her cutest puppy eyes. Unfortunately, as a mother with stronger convictions, Nube was immune. She had steeled her heart against her daughter's whimsical behavior long ago. Sora's cuteness wasn't an efficient weapon anymore.

"You won't get away with your pretty face, young werewolf! You can't just walk into Connor and Greg's bedroom!"

"Why not?"

Silence fell in the kitchen and the sizzling sound of bacon in the pan filled the room as the three adults thought of a decent way to feed her curiosity.

"Let's just say that I can't disagree with your Mom on that part. So don't sneak in from now on."

Connor put Sora down on a chair next to her mother and the latter could see that her daughter wasn't satisfied with this answer. Nevertheless, she decided to behave. Connor indulged her almost every whim, she didn't want to be scolded. Connor walked over to the counter to see if he could give Glen a hand.

"One hour earlier and you were done for it," the alpha whispered to him with a smile.

"Ugh! Don't mention it!"

"This makes me think. Why did Greg leave so early for the lab? Is there a problem?"

"No, he had to do the paperwork for Nube's admission to the hospital, so he left early."

"Oh, that's right." The alpha turned and looked at the female dominant who was handing a wedge of pear to Sora. "I wonder what she may have, I've never heard of a disease that could affect werewolves."

"Me neither. How come the WIA doesn't know about it?" He opened the fridge to pull out the remains of a meatloaf they hadn't finished the night before. "Being on the sidelines is frustrating, I can't even access WIA information let alone ask anyone."

"You still haven't heard from Stevenson yet?"

Connor shook his head and mumbled.

"I wonder what I would do if they ever…"

"They'll take you back," Glen stated as if it were obvious. "From what Stevenson said you're their best man, Connor."

"Not sure about that. I've never liked hierarchy, authority, or whatever and that doesn't appeal to everyone."

"Still, you're good. I mean, I saw you fighting. You're pretty decent… For a human." He smirked and Connor nudged his ribs.

"Are you cheering me up or are you dissing me?"

Glen grabbed a piece of crispy bacon from atop the pile he had made in a large dish and took a bite.

"I'll give you my answer in a one-on-one." The dominant grinned and Connor's eyes lit up at the challenge.

"I won't go easy just because it's you."

"Tch! That's my line!"

They walked to the table and sat down to eat. They were chatting in a good mood and Glen asked for their program.

"Today is the day you let this little one dig a hole in your bank account?"

Nube's eyes bulged at Glen's words and Connor shook his head to reassure her.

"Yes, I promised her, because she gave me a very nice present and she is an adorable werewolf. Besides, we took what we could, but she needs more stuff if she stays here a while.

At Red Creek, the population knows about werewolves, but they aren't allowed to roam the streets fur on. Also, depending on what Greg will say about Nube's hospitalization, I'll check if the WIA can find her a place at the school for werewolves. Well, if they let me go inside and don't throw me out," he added after an annoyed pout.

Glen ignored the remark. Even though he didn't know until a few days ago that Connor was a special agent, an assassin to be precise and not a mere agent, he knew the man loved his work. He had been training since he was a teenager, so he couldn't even imagine how he must have felt. 

The alpha was lost in thought when he remembered he had something to ask Connor.

"Oh! Could you put me in touch with Stevenson?"

"Huh? This is a first. Are you starting to act like an alpha?"

"I must indeed meet the leader of a barely created pack. Alpha Silver would like us to have a good relationship. They have a hard time protecting their borders from the rogues around. If it goes one, things could get bloody." Glen shrugged at Connor's surprise. "As Nube said, politics. If the pack and the rogues clash, the WIA may butt in. Alpha Silver wants me to chill them down before it gets that far. However, that has nothing to do with what I want to ask Stevenson. I'm courting my mate. I need him to do me a favor."

"A favor?" Connor asked, racking his brains to guess what help his mentor could bring to the dominant in his romance."

"A favor." the alpha confirmed with a grin.

"I'll send you his contact details later. Oh and about the key you asked for, I found it last night and put it on the living room table. This is the brown kraft envelope. And… I have something to tell you about the house…"

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Connor parked the car in the lab's parking lot. He glanced in the rearview mirror and watched Sora munching on some dried fruit bought from a shop for werewolves.

She didn't look tired at all despite the long day. Nube was dozing beside her. Too weak, she couldn't keep up with the frantic pace of her daughter. The female dominant had waited for them to finish in a bookstore with a reading area.

He grabbed his phone and called Greg to let him know he was here. The phone rang and the agent couldn't help the sulky pout that distorted his mouth as his fiancé didn't pick up.

"Sora, would you like to go get Greg with me?" The little omega turned to her mother to see if she agreed and she received a nod.

"Yes!" The omega girl said, then paused for a moment, a crease between her eyebrows. "Can I take my new bag to show him?"

"Of course, you can. Come on, let's go.

Connor got out of the car and helped Sora off, then he fixed the pale pink backpack bought in anticipation of her school registration. He held out his hand and they walked to the lab's entrance.

The agent stepped inside the building and, unlike his last visit, the secretary knew who he was.

"Oh, Mr. Everett! I'll notify the doctor…"

Connor cut her off and he leaned on the counter with a smile and the woman's heartbeats speeded up because of his charms.

"I would like to surprise him, is it possible to go upstairs without telling him?" He put his index finger across his mouth and as he did, he showed the engagement ring he wore on his left ring finger.

The secretary could only cry out silently now that she had confirmed the rumors that started swirling when Dr Greg Douglas showed up at his office the day before, a ring on his ring finger. As she recovered from her shock, a voice spoke from the ground.

"We can't go up?"

Surprised by the voice she wanted to know about it but the woman had to stay a true professional, so she put a front and answered.

"Of course, you can! Doctor Douglas had already told us you would come anyway. His office is on the third floor. You can't miss it, it's the door in front of the elevator."

Connor picked up Sora and thanked her. He walked away, oblivious to the woman's gaze on his back. She put her elbow on the desk to support her chin and muttered.

"Did they already adopt a child?"

When he opened the door, there was no one at the secretary's desk and Connor understood why when he discovered the woman spying behind the half-open door of her boss' office.

Her face looked furious. Whatever it was, it was important to the point that she forgot professionalism and good manners.

Connor approached silently. He was curious about what the woman wanted to listen so eagerly. He was near her when he heard a voice speaking to Greg.

"But I love you! It's ok if it's only when you're lonely. I don't mind just being on the side."

Connor's body tensed slightly at the sound of Julian Sharks' voice. Greg's face displayed disgust and annoyance. The agent knew his man and, just by the face, he could tell the latter was about to snap at the person who was hitting on him without any shame or dignity.

Miss Avery felt a presence behind her and was startled when she saw Sora and Connor. The man motioned her to stay quiet. Just like the secretary downstairs, when he lifted his finger to put it across his lips, she noticed the ring and immediately understood who he was. She was ready to panic but the agent smiled at her. A mischievous smile bloomed on his face and he leaned on Sora's ear to whisper something.

The little omega nodded, her eyes twinkling, and wriggled her way down to the floor. She opened the door without warning.

"Papa!"

Greg and Julian Sharks' heads immediately snapped to her. The little blond-haired omega appeared before the assistant's shocked eyes and rushed to Greg, arms outstretched. The doctor didn't even flinch at the way she had just called him and simply bent down to grab her.

"Papa!" repeated Sora, squeezing her arms around the man's neck and Greg gave her a tender look.

"Did you have a good day, Darling?"

"Hm! Daddy bought me a lot of cute things. I even have a new bag for school!"

"That's nice, Darling. Will you show me when we get home?"

Sora squealed happily in Greg's arms. Without giving a single glance to the man in front of him, the doctor walked over to Connor who was leaning in the frame. When Greg stopped at his level he placed on his lips a short but tender kiss. Just before he resumed his departure, Greg's voice rose, but he didn't turn around.

"About what you just said Doctor Sharks, please leave your badge to the Human Resources when you leave as you won't come here anymore. I wish you good luck."

The two men and the little omega walked away together under the furious gaze of an assistant who had just been rejected and fired at the same time. Miss Avery was inwardly performing the best sequence of her life as a former cheerleader.

They stepped into the elevator and Greg glanced at his fiancé who still hadn't opened his lips. Just before they reached the ground floor, Connor finally broke the silence.

"You know you're done for it, right?"

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Once they arrived at Connor's house, the two men excused themselves for the evening and went to Greg's apartment.

On the bed, Greg was half-lying with his arms above his head as his wrists were tied together to the bed. Connor had finally agreed to remove the blindfold that had previously obstructed his view and he didn't know if that was a good thing now as he watched his fiancé, face contorted in pleasure, sliding his hand along his cock as a vibrator was deep inside his asshole. A pillow wedged under his head allowed Greg to observe the scene without missing a second. He gazed at the twitching hole and his sanity was already a mere memory.

The doctor's body, from his neck to the inside of his thighs, was covered with bites marks and hickeys. His abdomen was drenched in pre-cum and the cock ring that decorated his shaft continued to vibrate. The stimulation was overbearing and his shaft was rock hard and painful. Swollen veins ran through the sensitive skin.

Greg had been in agony for almost two hours, brought by Connor to the brink of ejaculation, and each time, the latter refused him the release his body desired.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I should have told you, I got it already, please. Untie me."

The brown-haired man's fingers stopped, he straightened up panting, before crawling toward his lover, a grin on his face. He mounted Greg and kiss his lips.

"You're desperate to fuck my hole, huh?"

"Yes, please. I'm begging you."

"Hmmm, but I'm not sure. That's not the proper way to beg."

Connor sat up on his kneels, again his hand slid along his cock. The vibrator still inside left him gasping. His eyes were shining with pleasure. He saw Greg lick his lips, eyes locked on his dick and he snorted.

He reached up with his free hand and shoved two fingers into Greg's mouth, pressing his tongue down to enlarge the opening of his jaw as much as possible. Saliva ran down the chin of the man who, indifferent, didn't try to resist. He would do anything if it meant he could finally touch Connor. The brown-haired man put the coveted sex in front of his lover's mouth.

"Now, suck it."