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With a final thrust, he buried himself deep. His cock throbbed as his release pulsed into his lover. Remembering that their squadmates were asleep in their rooms on the other side of the barracks, he pressed his lips to Dylan’s throat to muffle his groan. Cursing at the exquisite pleasure of his climax, he closed his eyes, senses narrowing to the sensations rippling through his body and Dylan’s scent in his nose.
Perfect. Making love to Dylan was perfect. Something pinged in the back of his head when he called sex with Dylan making love, but the rest of his body was buzzing with too many orgasm endorphins to analyze what that might mean.
They lay there, chests pushing together as they caught their breath. Mindful of his weight, Royce pulled out of Dylan and rolled off of him. He brushed a kiss over his lover’s buzzed hair while Dylan pressed one to his shoulder. They continued to kiss and caress each other in gentle silence until the last echoes of their release faded and their heart beats returned to normal.
“I’ll be right back.” Royce got up and went into the bathroom to get a towel. He turned the faucet on to dampen it with hot water then took it back out to Dylan. With gentle strokes, hewiped him down with the wet towel, first the sweat on his face and chest, then the cum that both of them had spilled.
“That feel better?”
“Mmmm, yeah.” Dylan sleepily mumbled.
Royce tossed the towel back in the bathroom and returned to the side of the bed. Dylan was curled on his side, looking up at him from heavy-lidded eyes.
“Will you stay?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” He wanted nothing more than to sleep with his lover in his arms. Royce got back in bed and slid underneath the covers. After turning off the nightstand lamp, he stretched out on his back, gathering Dylan up to retake his place on his chest. Warm, comfortable, and satisfied, he lay there listening to Dylan’s breathing gradually deepening into the rhythm of sleep. It wasn’t long before the soft snores pulled him under as well.
Chapter 42
“Hazard!”
Hazard turned at the sound of his name being called. The major stood at the edge of the training yard, holding a manila folder in hand. She beckoned him over with it. He’d been running one of the tactical obstacle courses with Ice supervising, but it looked like he might be done for the day.
“Sorry, Captain. You’ll have to make me do that bitch of a confidence climb another day.” He winked at Ice before he jogged over to join Ortiz.
“What’s up, Major?”
“Your services have been requested,” she said.
“Solo mission?” He hadn’t had one of those since he joined the 448. “What’s the op?”
“Not exactly an op. More like a photo op.”
Hazard frowned in confusion. “Come again?”
“You’re being sent to speak at a motivational retreat for omegas.”
“They’re pulling me off base to go and give a pep talk?” he asked incredulously. “Don’t we have recruiters for that?”
“Of course we do.” Ortiz agreed with a nod. “But they specifically need an elite soldier who also happens to be an omega to come out and speak to these young shifters. You know the traditionalist groups are starting to spread their keep omegas in home and in the kitchen rhetoric.”
“Yeah.”
“The shifter council has been alerted to their movement. To combat it, the council is starting a campaign to show that omegas have value in every aspect of society, not just the home.”
“I still don’t get why they picked me. I’m happy to do it, but I’m not the only omega on a special task force.”
“Councilor Doucette requested you for this, which means she thinks highly of you and your skills. That’s no surprise since you were on the team that rescued her daughter.”
Hazard stood a little straighter. He appreciated hearing that someone he’d helped thought of him to kick off what could become an important project. “I’ll do it. Anything to give encouragement to omegas. I hate that omegas need to be sheltered and protected bullshit. That protection is nothing but a prison they want to shove us in.”
“Good. You ship out at thirteen-hundred hours. Prepare a speech and take your dress uniform.”
“Will do. A little shiny shiny on the chest and shoulders ought to impress them.”
Ortiz smiled and lightly slapped him on the arm with the folder before she passed it over to him. “You’ll impress them all on your own, Corporal Mitchell.”
Ortiz strolled off, leaving Hazard standing there feeling even more proud of himself. He truly did love working under Ortiz. She knew how to make her squadmates feel valued. At the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned back around to see Ice walking over to him.