Chapter Twenty-Two
Colt
I’d never felt more vulnerable, more exposed, than I did standing naked in front of the Omega that I thought of asmine,working up the nerve to show him up close and personal what I really was, what I had turned him into.
I started with the simple wolf for an equally simple reason: he was soft and cuddly, not as threatening to most as a were, and I knew that Sky had already seen other wolves while he was with us.
In other words, I took the coward’s way out.
When Sky’s hand began to gently stroke the fur between my ears, I relaxed a bit. The first obstacle was down.
I stepped back and closed my eyes, too big of a chicken to see the fear in his face as I transitioned from the relatively innocent wolf to a hulking monster. Saying a prayer to whatever Gods were listening, I threw myself into the shift, coaxing my suddenly shy werewolf out to meet Sky.
I heard my Omega’s horrified gasp as my body changed before his eyes.
I smelled his fear as my form finalized.
Steeling myself against the rejection I expected to see in Sky’s face, I licked the blood off my lips and forced my eyes open.
He was frightened and shocked and overwhelmed, but he wasn’t rejecting me.
In fact, what happened next amazed me.
Astounded me.
Thrilled me to my very bones.
Sky’s shock began to melt away as wide eyes roved over my naked form. The fear morphed into desire as Sky stared hungrily at my cock, biting his bottom lip as it rose proudly under his scrutiny.
When he spoke to me, his voice was thick with desire. “Can I touch you?”
When he did, there was nothing hesitant in Sky’s touch. His fingers mapped my body, stoking the fire in my gut as he stroked and squeezed me. Then, when he took me inside him? There was no doubt in my mind that I’d found my missing piece. As I drifted back still buried in his spasming body, my only thought was that I was never letting him go.
~*~
When the alarm on my phone chimed, I woke up and found that Sky and I had shifted positions during the night and I was once again the little spoon. And once again, I had absolutely no problem with it. In fact, I smiled at just how good it felt to have Sky’s warm body wrapped around as much of me as he could.
“Do we have to get up?” Sky’s voice was still scratchy with sleep.
“Afraid we do.” I rolled over in his arms and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Good evening.”
His unintelligible grumble from under the pillow he pulled over his head made me laugh. “C’mon, sleepyhead. I hate to rush you, but we do have to meet with Rafe so he can head home.”
I pulled the pillow off Sky’s head, but he promptly snatched it back and swatted me across the shoulders. I turned a mock glare on him, and he dissolved into laughter.
“You think this is funny, do you?” I growled teasingly, knocking the pillow from his grip and pinning him to the bed. “Now what are you gonna do, tough guy?”
Sky rolled his hips up, grinding his morning wood against mine and we both groaned.
“A quickie?” he asked hopefully then sighed when I shook my head. “Okay. I guess a shower and breakfast will have to do instead.”
“Later,” I promised, lingering over the top of him for a kiss.
Sky hummed his agreement and followed me into the bathroom for a very handsy and not-exactly-quick shower where we got dirtier before we got clean after all.
By the time we finally joined Rafe and Clint at a corner table in the dining hall, they’d finished eating and were hunched over a set of size down floor plans.
What have you got there,” I asked curiously, bending over Clint’s shoulder to take a look.
