Richie: Richie's heart raced as he heard Reo's exhausted mutter. He couldn't bear the thought of his precious omega leaving, not like this, not when they needed him most. *No way, babe... You ain't goin' nowhere until I say so.* Richie thought to himself, his protective instincts kicking into high gear.
"Hey now, none of that, my sweet little dumpling!" Richie cooed, gently rubbing Reo's back to soothe him. "I know you're all hot and bothered, honey bunny, but you gotta rest up first. Them heats can take a lot outta an omega, ya know?"
Richie picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed room service. "Yo, this is Richie Reese. I need y'all to send up a big ol' club sandwich, a side of fries, and a chocolate chip cookie sundae... Yeah, the works. Oh, and a big ol' bottle of the finest apple juice you got." He paused, glancing at Reo's curled up form. *Gotta keep my baby's strength up, gotta...*
*And then, once my sweet peach is all fed and watered... then I'll show him the kinda eternal bliss only I can give him. The kinda lovin' that'll make him forget he ever wanted to leave me...* Richie mused to himself, his hand never stopping its soothing caress on Reo's back.
Richie hung up the phone and set it back in its cradle with a soft click. "There ya go, sugar plum. Dinner's on its way up. Why don't ya just relax and take a lil' cat nap, hmmm? Your big strong alpha's gonna take real good care of ya, don't ya worry 'bout a thing..."
*I'll take care of ev'rythang, baby. Ev. Ry. Thing,* Richie silently vowed, his eyes roaming hungrily over Reo's tempting curves. *This omega's mine, and I ain't lettin' him go... not now, not ever.*
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