My Little Omega

Chapter 45: So Much for Food

- Y/N POV -

"Why not try some of the steak," my Alpha suggests, before leaning over and adding it to our plate. After going back and forth for a little while about what else to add to the plate, our plate is filled with lots of different foods my Alpha wants me to try. 

After the feast, the King wanted to throw a party for the return of his two sons, sadly, it was met with lots of protests. Mostly, from the team, saying how the days in Asgard feel much longer than days at home-- to which, I was told is a fact. Each day in Asgard is three days at home, which explains why I'm so tired. 

My Alpha brings me back to our room at the end of the feast, noticing how tired I am, he carries me back while I slowly fall asleep in his arms. 

When I wake up, I'm surrounded by my Alpha's scent, a smile forms on my face and I snuggle closer to the smell. Suddenly, a warm blanket falls on top of my body, there's a chuckle from the corner of the room and I jump up; that's the chuckle that comes from my Alpha! I turn to where the sound came from and smile lovingly up at him. 

"Good morning, Little One," he chuckles once more, striding over to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. Crawling over to him, I jump onto his lap and snuggle closer, kissing his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just missed you," I muttered, clinging onto him for dear life. 

"I was beside you the entire time you were napping," he promised, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wiggle my hips slightly, wedging myself between his thighs. He grunts a few times while throwing his head back, "Darling, you're making it difficult to relax at the moment."

"What happened? What's wrong? Alpha?" I questioned, worry covering my face. "Did something happen? How can I help?"

"Little One, you were grinding on me," he hissed, one hand clutching the blankets while the other found it's way to my thigh. 

"'M sorry, Alpha, didn't mean to," I muttered, hiding my head in his neck in embarrassment. 

"I know, Little One, I know," he chuckles, the hand that was holding onto the blanket made it's way to my head and started petting me gently. "How about you go back to bed?" He suggested, leaning down onto the bed.