I snorted, knowing sober Willow likely wouldn’t request such a gift. But drunken Willow gave in to her omega easier. And I knew the gift to give her.
“I agree to your terms,” I murmured, nuzzling the gland on her throat.
It was enough for now.
Granted, I wondered if she’d even remember this conversation come morning. I didn’t relish the idea of having to have it a second time with a sober Willow. The last of her strength gave out, andshe collapsed onto me. I welcomed the comforting weight of her. Her sweet spring scent surrounded me, calming my alpha.
The tip of her nose brushed along my collarbone, and my arms wrapped around her waist, refusing to release her. She hummed a chorus of breathy sounds, trying to crawl further into me. I smirked, carefully picking her up until she clung to me like a drunk koala—all loose-limbed and heavy and adorable.
Tiny fingers ran through my beard before she pushed a strand of hair off my brow.
“You are unfairly attractive. All muscles and stubble and tattoos. My omega thinks she loves you and that you belong to us.”
I froze, taken aback by the sincerity in her words. Her nails scraped along my back.
“Just your omega?” I asked cautiously, walking us up the stairs to our bedroom.
She responded with a noncommittal noise. The tip of her pink tongue slid over my pulse, and I growled. She smelled so sweet.
Like mine.
A moment later, a quiet purr rumbled in her chest as she hugged me tighter.
I doubted she even realized she was doing it.
My omega purred for me. She recognized me as her mate, even if she wasn’t ready to believe it.
Sweat clung to her nape as I slipped my hand into the spot, cradling the back of her head. My lips pressed against the top of her head.
“I do belong to you, little omega. Go deo is go brách.”
Nineteen
WILLOW
The tip of a blade dug into the spot between my eyes, twisting until pain exploded out into my temples. At least, that was what it felt like. I groaned, my entire body aching as too-bright light pushed against my eyelids. I rolled to the side, burrowing my face into an unyielding wall of muscle.
A hoarse moan irritated my dry throat as nails scratched through my hair, massaging my scalp. I blinked, nestling further into the scent of my alpha. His presence was a balm to my aching body.
And it didn’t hurt in a good way.
Why did anyone get drunk if this was the result?
Nothing outweighed this outcome. Last night definitely wasn’t worth it.
Grimacing, I squinted my eyes tighter to prevent any light from getting in.
A quiet laugh rumbled through my frame, and lips caressed mytemple.
“Not funny,” I hissed, regretting it immediately when pain thundered in my skull.
“Kinda funny.”
I swatted at him half-heartedly, and he didn’t stop my lackluster assault. Instead, he pushed two pills into my hand along with water. I took them, draining the glass before blinking my eyes open, relieved that the room wasn’t as bright as I expected.
“Eat.”
A piece of fruit pressed against my lips before I had time to register what was happening. My mouth parted, teeth piercing the supple flesh of the strawberry. My tongue brushed over the pads of his fingers, making his face twitch.
