“Crows are great,” Joshua commented and relief flooded my system. One less obstacle to him being mine forever. “If you give them trinkets, they will befriend you and bring you things back. Cutest things, if you ask me.”
I was. I was so silently asking him.
Chapter Twelve
Joshua
Home Days was entirely wonderful, magical, and the best festival in the entire known universe. As we left the grounds, I grew very brave and brushed Corvus’s hand with mine. In a move that would have thrilled me with my first crush—and thrilled me even more now—he linked our pinkies and swung our hands together.
But the rosy glow that warmed me to my core faded when I realized what came next. We’d spent time at the event, it was over, at least for us for the night, and it was time to say goodbye. Perhaps he’d let me escort him to his vehicle. Or was that too bold? I’d already kissed him on the cheek the other day, done the fancy middle-school hand brush, and this man was definitely used to being in charge. Could I ask? Would it be a turn-off? Was it worth the chance?
“Joshua, if you don’t mind, I’d like to walk you home.”
“Oh, home is too far to walk—” I clamped my jaw closed.He doesn’t mean home-home, you fool! He’s going to think I’m an idiot.
But he didn’t say anything hurtful or make me feel as foolish as I’d probably sounded. Instead, he brought my hand, linked with his, to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back. “Soon, you’ll be my neighbor, but, for now, I’ll escort you to the B&B.”
“That would be very nice, thank you.” So formal, when my stomach was doing flips, my blood pressure was about to do a cartoon thermometer spurt out the top of my head, and all the rest of my awareness was tied into where our fingers connected. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not in the least. I am glad for a little more time to spend together after such a nice day.”
Together!
We strolled on, the town quiet ahead of us with everyone still at the festival. As we put distance between it and us, that noise faded as well. It was calming, but try to tell that to my heart rate. The B&B wasn’t far, and when we paused outside, I still wasn’t ready to say good night. In fact, it felt as if I had to let go of his hand, it would be painful.
Especially when he used it to draw me to him and cupped my chin with his other hand. “May I kiss you, omega?”
Digging deep for the last of my courage, I said, “If you’ll do it in the room?”
A quick inhale, a step back, and a readjustment of our fingers, linking them all. “Anywhere, anytime you say.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
Together, we walked through the living room and to the stairs. I expected to see the owner, who was usually buzzing around in the common areas, but perhaps she was at Home Days with the rest of the town. Not that I was ashamed of bringing someone to my room or even expecting questions, but sometimes people were nosy.
And we were too new even dating for me to have answers. Even for myself.
“I’m right in here.” Opening the door, I stepped inside. “It’s not even locked.”
“No, people are pretty laid-back here. If there was a problem, things would have to change, but they’ve already changed too much for my taste.”
He said that with a hint of bitterness, and I studied his face. “Not good? Crime?”
“Nothing like that. I’m just old-fashioned.” He tugged me to him, my body melting into his. “Like this.”
I wasn’t sure what made this old-fashioned, but when his lips descended on mine, I was ready to go old-school or anythingelse from the past if it meant this continued. Gently nudging my lips with the tip of his tongue, he urged them open and began a slow, thorough exploration of my mouth. His hands, not to be left out, busily freed me of my clothing before working on his own. All the time, kissing me, making me harder than steel, and desperate to have the cock nudging my hip in a much more intimate location.
Corvus eased me backward, kissing, touching, and guiding me to lie on the bed, my ass right on the edge. “Nice, omega,” he growled. “Hard for me, and”—he glided two fingers down into my crack—“slick. So slick.”
I shuddered, his other hand stroking my cock, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm matched by the finger currently using that slick to open my hole. “Yes, alpha. For you. All for you.”
“It’s not going to take long,” he warned, “once I’m inside you. So I’d better make sure you get something out of this.”
Something? I was already burning, but if his kisses on my lips had been incredible, the one he bestowed on the tip of my cock had me ready to burst into flame. He sucked me deep into his throat, no slow foreplay here, just a blow job to write in my journal about. If I had one. If my brain worked like that. Or at all. I gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in, urging him on. Begging him not to stop. Hips dancing under his touch as my balls tightened in a way-too speedy preparation to come. “I’m about to…” But there was no time to finish that because my cum was spurting down his throat, and he had two fingers, maybe three, stretching me, making the orgasm go on and on.
But then I rose up, swiping a hand across his shit-eating grin and fitting his head to my hole. His fingers had done their job and my slick was copious, but nothing could have fully prepared me for the size of this alpha’s cock working its way into me.
He spoke low, easy, encouraging words. “Relax, omega. Push down. Take me.” Sexy words.
