Then he was inside me and paused. “Just take it easy. Let your body adjust.”
“Fuck adjustment,” I whined. “I want you.”
“And I want you safe.” While I writhed and begged, he filled me a little at a time. Torturously slow. Maddening. Erotic. My cock hardening again, legs splayed, head thrashing back and forth. “Easy, omega.”
“No easy.” I rocked my hips. “Hard.”
“All right. If you’re ready.” He thrust balls deep, pulled back, and did it again. Again, Again. I cried out his name and came, a second time, just as he filled me with his hot cum then swelled, knotting. I clung to him, wrapped my legs around his hips, and breathed his scent. So, so good.
Chapter Thirteen
Corvus
Clearly the festival of summer’s beginning retained some of its magic from days past.
It had worked all kinds of magic last night.
Joshua was mine.
The thing was, he didn’t know all of me and telling him, showing him, had me more scared than I had been in my whole life.
I woke up and saw him lying next to me. Reaching up to rub my hand over my face, I realized, I wore the Crow King mask. It was a permanent part of me and sometime in the night, my glimmer must’ve faded.
Joshua’s eyes were wide and my whole world came crashing down.
“You’re him.”
I backed up in case he was afraid. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was frighten my mate. “I’m…I’m sorry.”
“What for?” Putting his hand on my waist, he coaxed me back to the spot I was in before. Right next to him. Our skin touching.
“For not telling you.”
My mate raised up on his elbow to get a better look. He smoothed his hand over my armor and outlined my face with the tip of his finger. “You’re the Crow King, aren’t you? The one from long ago. Who was given trinkets and treasures and blessed the fields and the harvest. I used to hear the stories. My grandmother used to tell me them. I always saw you as the hero.”
I huffed out a breath through my nose. “I’m no hero, omega. I loved the praise. Lived for the gifts and absorbed every bit ofthe applause. But that was a long time ago. I’m him, the Crow King, yes, but I’m not the same person I once was.”
His eyebrows bunched. “They no longer give you gifts?”
“No. They don’t believe in me anymore. The new people. The new generations. They have chemicals and man-made fertilizers to make their crops and trees grow. They don’t need me anymore.”
He continued to inspect my armor, and I wondered why he wasn’t screaming or running for the damned hills. Most humans would, especially if they woke up to this sight. “Aren’t you scared?”
“No, Corvus. I’m not scared of you.”
“The armor. My royal armor, you’re…you’re not repulsed.”
Shaking his head, he sat all the way up, his back against the headboard, but he turned to face me. “I’m not repulsed by any part of you. I don’t think I ever could be.”
Love and adoration flooded my veins, filling me with a new fire for life, for him. “It takes a lot of my energy to make this go away but if you really don’t mind…”
“I don’t mind, Corvus. But I am sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I scoffed. How could this perfect, forgiving omega ever be sorry for anything. He’d singlehandedly brought me back to life, back from the shadows of loneliness and listlessness.
“For not being the omega you could trust with your truth.”
He slayed me with his words. What an incredible man he was. “How could you ever blame yourself? I wanted to tell you. Wanted to show you all the parts of me but I was scared.”
