My fingers loosen. Arbor reaches up and tenderly rubs his head, his cheeks flushed, his eyes wide.
I sag against him. “Fucking gods. What did you do to me?”
“I don’t know. But it felt right.”
I meet his stare and nuzzle up against him, marking him with my scent, right on the spot where I left a purple mark.
“Did I hurt you?”
“Only for a moment, but I didn’t mind. I came again, so it wasn’t that bad.”
My arm loosens around his waist, and I feel his wet cock, still dripping with release.
“Seems so.”
He lets out a small laugh, another roll of thunder moving overhead.
“Will this fucking storm ever end?”
I shrug, playing with his flaccid cock hanging between his legs.
“Maybe it’ll keep you here longer. You gonna run again?”
He huffs but says nothing.
“Not gonna answer?”
“Do I need to?”
I press my lips to that bruise on his skin and sigh. “Guess not. But I do want to get to know my omega while I have you.”
He bristles at that, but seems to tamp it down.
“Does that mean I get to know about you, too?” he asks.
“If you want. Might put you to sleep.”
He lets out a small laugh. “It might, actually.”
I pinch him slightly. “I mean it. I’m an open book. A textbook. Boring as fuck. But I think you have secrets, Arbor, and I’m intrigued. I want to know them.”
“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you.”
I drag my tongue up his neck and nibble on his ear, all the while still inside him. He’s warm, tight. I never want to leave. But eventually my knot goes down enough for me to slip out of him.
My cum drips down his thighs, making a mess of his legs, of the floor. He looks embarrassed, but I don’t let him think about it too hard. I just sweep him up in my arms and bring him into the bedroom. Gingerly, I set him on the bed, and he crawls under the covers, his blond head peeking out with those pink cheeks.
Fucking adorable.
“Get comfortable. I’ll grab us some water.”
He nods and disappears under the covers entirely, and I move to the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water. As I pass the window, rain sluicing down the panes, I see movement outside.
My eyes narrow as I stop and peer out into the distance. Could be the Howlers. My hand moves to the lock on the door, securing it. They shouldn’t mess with me, not here. But maybe they smell my omega and want to cause trouble.
I stare outside, trying to see if I can see any more movement. But with the wind and the rain, it’s hard to tell if I was just imagining things.
A whine from the bedroom draws me toward my omega, who is no longer under the covers, but on top of them, his ass up, presenting it to me.
