Omega's Daddy (Shifter Marriage Service 4)

“He’s been fully vetted, as I said. So have you, from the information you provided. You have nothing to fear from him. He might not be the most gregarious guy on the planet. I’d say he’s a bit set in his ways, but he’s not unkind, and he will take good care of you and your children while you are in his care.”

“Good to know. Okay then. Where do I need to be?”

Kate gave her an address, asking her not to write it down, but just to remember it, and they ended the call. It was going to be tough to get through the next few days of anticipation, but she was suddenly very optimistic. Her mood was further improved by Blane announcing that he had to work late the next few nights and not to wait up for him. It was something that used to make her angry, but now she found a relief.

It was only a month into their marriage that she had learned that her new husband was a cheater. At first, he had been discrete, but as time had gone on, he had made far less attempts to hide his infidelity. It had started with late nights at the office, nights she had believed he was truly bogged down in work. It had taken a single trip to his office, an attempt to surprise him with a home-cooked meal, to shatter any ideas she might have had that they were a happy couple. As she had rounded the corner toward his office, she had heard a woman’s voice coming from inside. She had paused for a moment before slowly easing closer, only to find him pushing the woman down between his open legs, his pants down around his ankles.

Making a hasty retreat, she had returned to her car, where she sat crying for the longest. She should have confronted him, but she had been too devastated. Later, she had convinced herself that it was her fault, that she wasn’t giving him what he needed. She tried harder to please him, even doing unmentionable things that weren’t usually in her nature, just to please her husband so he didn’t feel like he had to go to another woman for things he felt she wouldn’t do. She had thought it was working, until he brought another woman into their home.

“Constance, this is Mahogany,” he told her.

“Mahogany?” she replied, wondering if that could possibly be the woman’s real name. Looking at the statuesque redhead, she was guessing it was likely a stripper name or perhaps even a hooker’s name. Had he really brought a professional sex worker into their home? Still, she said nothing.

“Yes,” the woman purred, looking her up and down with what seemed like an appreciative smile.

“Mahogany is in town for the night and I told her she could stay here with us,” he said.

“Oh, I see. It’s good to meet you, Mahogany,” Constance said.

“And you,” the woman mewed.

For a moment, Constance considered that the woman wasn’t as she seemed. Perhaps she was an old friend or a business associate. She was sexy, but not in a trashy way, so perhaps she was just a bit higher maintenance than Constance. It was hard not to notice a woman like her, with a perfect figure and long dark nails. Her legs went on for days, appearing even longer as they emerged from the stiletto heels she wore beneath a form fitted sheath dress that clung to her as if molded on.

“Just so there is no hassle later, I intend to fuck Mahogany. You can join in. You can watch. You can sit in the living room and listen to her beg for my cock all the way down the stairs. It makes no difference to me,” Blane informed her.

She said nothing for a moment. Mahogany looked down, as if ashamed. Perhaps the woman hadn’t realized she was being brought here without Blane having already discussed it with his wife. Constance stared at him, her eyes filled with tears, and then turned and walked out, closing herself off in the kitchen to try and digest what had just happened. True to his word, Blane had taken the woman upstairs and proceeded to have the noisiest sex he could muster with her. The bed banged against the wall and her screams of pleasure were enough to wake the neighbors, if they would have had any neighbors nearby.

Constance sat at the kitchen table and cried. Why had she not walked out right then and there? Why had that not been the end of it? She couldn’t be sure. If he had approached her about a threesome, she might have agreed to it. She had never been with a woman, but she was open minded. She would have tried it with him. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted her to be shocked and he wanted her to feel humiliated. What she could never decide was why he went from being so charming and loving to being such an asshole to her. What could she possibly have done to deserve this?