23
Kirion
Ican’t lie. I was sad when Tane’s knot receded and his cock slid out. I was empty. Still wanting. Which was ridiculous because I’d already come three times and I’d lost count of how many times Tane came.
A comforting glow helped fill that space. Like a warmth deep inside. A spark.
Even though he withdrew and turned us onto our sides, I wanted connection. I wrapped my legs around him, making him chuckle.
“Why are you laughing at me?”
“Not at you, sweetheart. Never. I’m laughing because you feel so good. Because you seem to know what I need.”
“I do?”
“The way you’re holding me right now. And how politely you were saying please when you asked me for my knot. So, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because I’m happy.”
My eyebrows narrowed. “You haven’t been happy?”
He shook his head. “Malin and our problems aside, I’ve been content, maybe. Even more content when a business deal goes well or I’m working in my garden. But happiness is another thing on another level. Hard to maintain or even achieve. I haven’t felt it in so long.”
I reached out and stroked my hand down his face. “Me, too.”
He smiled.
“I’m glad,” I whispered.
My heart broke with his explanation, then was put back together by his admission that he laughed because he was happy. In this moment I felt so close to him it was almost as if his feelings were mine.
“Kirion.”
Whenever he said my name in that tone, my insides jumped to attention. My body warmed.
With my hand still on his cheek, he bent his head to kiss me.
I wanted to jump up and dance. It was that good of a kiss. And I was thrilled Tane finally told me some things that had me understand him better. Trust was being built. And more.
We spent much of the afternoon in bed kissing, talking, napping, while rain pattered the windows.
Finally, we got up, showered, and went to find food.
We feasted at an early dinner, both of us behaving like starving orphans. For an omega, taking a knot burned even more calories than just casual sex. Apparently, for an alpha, having a knot was the same, burning up reserves, exhausting them, despite the fact that during an omega’s heat alphas were able to go hours without rest and make dinner for their omegas afterward. Truly a feat of strength.
After dinner the house felt cold. The storm continued. We sat by the den fire, arm in arm, and watched a movie. After it was over, Tane turned to me.
“I have something else I want to discuss.”
I held my breath in worried anticipation. I thought things were somewhat resolved between us. “Okay.”
His smile crinkled at his eyes. “You look so worried.”
“I guess I’m jumpy. You know. From being told since I learned I was a set that I was worthless.”
His arm tightened across my shoulders. “Worthless? I paid a fortune for you.”
I frowned.
“I’m so sorry. That just came out of me and I didn’t mean to say that.”
