I clasp the small stone in the palm of my hand as I move toward him, watching as he pulls out a frying pan.
“You should be in bed, resting. There won’t be work again today. Too much rain. Gods, why the fuck is it raining so much? We never get this much.”
I roll my lips between my teeth. “No idea. Maybe it’s some kind of training storm.”
“What the fuck is that?”
“Like storm cells continuously moving into the same spot.”
Glenn eyes me. “You know a lot about the weather. Is that the fae part of you?”
“No. I just watched too much TV as a kid. Anyway, you know, I could makeyoubreakfast. You don’t have to take care of me.”
“I enjoy taking care of you. It’s been too long since I’ve had someone to do this for.”
I step closer and press my forehead against his spine, letting my lips skirt over his skin. I could just reach up and touch his temple, could just press itright thereand make him pass out, but I don’t. I just stand there, breathing him in as he heats the oil in the pan and pulls down some plates.
“You need me again?” he asks, turning slightly. I pull away and stare up at him.
“I’m good for now. My heats never last that long. It’s the fae in me.”
Even as I say that, my slick trickles down my thighs. I’m such a fucking liar.
In minutes, he’ll be able to smell my need, my desperation.
I should do it now. I should just put myself out of my self-made misery. But I don’t. I just slide my arms around him and hold on to him while he works, whipping me up an omelet, which is much more than I deserve.
He feeds me, and when I’m done, my stomach full, he takes me to the couch and holds me until I’m writhing with need. The stone is still in my hand, warm with magic, but I don’t use it.I just cradle it in my palm as he fucks into me slowly, his knot filling me minutes later, bringing with it a calming sensation.
It has never been like this with anyone else. This sense of peace and acceptance, where I don’t mind being the omega to my alpha.
His hands rub up and down my back as he holds me, scenting me by rubbing his face against my neck as I rest in his arms.
I should do it now that his knot is going down, but the thought of packing up and driving myself home to my cold, stale apartment makes something shrivel inside of me. I don’t want to leave this warm home and comforting man.
“You seem exhausted.”
“I’m not. Just thinking.”
“You were literally just snoring.”
I huff and then bite down on his neck, making him grunt in response.
“Careful. That’s how my brother ended up bonded with his mate. Bit each other a little too much.”
“Oh,” I breathe, feeling his knot swell slightly. “Were they okay with that?”
“No. They unbonded.”
That makes me rear back. “What happened?”
“They met a shaman who did this ritual and tore them apart. It was pretty bad. I saw it, and I never wanna go through that, you know?”
My heart thumps in my chest. “Yeah, that sounds…” My voice trails off, and I let out a long exhale. “…horrible.”
“It was. Nearly killed Skye. But anyway, they’re fine now. And it doesn’t matter. I’m not biting you and you’re not biting me, so we’re good.”
That makes me bristle. Why the hell would he not bite me? Am I not good enough?
