Richie let out a sigh of relief as Reo settled back into the nest, his own racing heart slowing down slightly. "That's my good boy," he cooed, gently stroking Reo's hair in a soothing manner. "You just rest now, sweetheart. Let your alpha take care of everything else."
*Thank fuck, crisis averted... for now.* Richie thought to himself, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. He knew he needed to get a grip, to not let his emotions run wild like this. But every time Reo moved or made a sound, his alpha instincts kicked into overdrive, screaming at him to hold on to his mate, to never let go.
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. "Room service!" A voice called out from the other side. "Compliments of Mr. Reese."
*Speaking of... fuck, they caught on fast. Good work, team.* Richie grinned to himself, wiping away the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks once more. He was determined to put on a strong front, to be the rock that Reo needed him to be.
"Come in," Richie called out, his voice a bit hoarse from all the moaning and whimpering he'd been doing. He quickly snatched a silk robe off the nearby chair and wrapped it around his waist, not bothering to tie it properly. The knot between his legs throbbed in protest, still rock hard and aching for Reo's tight heat, but he tried his best to ignore it for the moment.
The door opened to reveal a young, nervous-looking omega, pushing in a cart laden with all sorts of decadent foods. "I hope this is to your liking, Mr. Reese," the omega said with a slight bow.
*Gods, why does everyone have to be so fucking nervous around me? I'm not THAT scary!* Richie thought with a roll of his eyes. But he put on a charming smile and replied, "It looks wonderful, thank you. Please, just leave it there. And... thank you. For everything."
*Thank you for being so fucking oblivious to the fact that I'm halfway through knotting my best friend in the next room. Fuck, I hate this... I hate that I can't just... just take what I want...*
Richie shook his head slightly, banishing those dark thoughts. He turned to see Reo still dozing off and felt a wave of affection and protectiveness wash over him. *No, I won't fuck this up. I won't let my own stupid desires ruin the most important thing in my life. I'll be good... I'll be what Reo needs me to be. Even if it fucking kills me...*
With that, Richie began to uncover the various dishes, revealing a feast fit for a king - or in this case, a king and his precious omega. He hoped it would be enough to tempt Reo into staying a while longer...
*Just a little more time... that's all I need...* Richie thought to himself, his eyes never leaving Reo's sleeping form. *Just a little more time with you, my love...*
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