More slick dripped from him as he inhaled Vor’s spicy, hardworking scent of oak, pine, and musk. Snow’s gaze moved to Vor’s full, soft-looking lips, peeking out from his trimmed moustache and beard. Snow bit his own lower lip, fighting the urge to offer a kiss of thanks.
A kiss?
Where was his head at?
A growl of full timbre rocked through Snow. Was it his or Vor’s? Vor’s, he thought, but couldn’t be sure. His eyelids lowered, and a moan nearly escaped his lips, the urge to cuddle closer taking root. There was want in both sounds, want Snow felt soul deep.
Want Snow wanted to surrender to, fully.
Vor lifted Snow and set him on his feet. His face appeared to darken as he dusted off his hands on his chausses and backed away a step. He sighed, shaking his head. “I fear you’ll be the death of me.” He met Snow’s gaze. “Yet I can’t walk away without knowing you’ll be safe. Please, allow me to help you.”
Instead of taking as any other alpha might, he’d set Snow away and given him another chance to make his own choice. That cemented Snow’s decision. He reached out and took Vor’s hand.
It was then that he realized the alpha was still kneeling. They were almost eye-to-eye. How huge was this man?
A faint chuckle rumbled up from that lightly-furred, barrel chest. “Have no fear, fair omega. You’ll be safe tonight. I vow it.”
Their gazes locked, and Snow gasped. That close, he realized Vor wasn’t handsome. He was devastatingly gorgeous, in the most distracting of ways.
In the blink of an eye, Vor hefted Snow over his shoulder and rose to his full height.
“Hey,”Snow argued, twisting in Vor’s grip.
“You’re wounded, little one. I’d prefer our trip not take the whole of the night.”
Snow writhed once more but gave up. He’d made his choice to trust Vor, and he was no match for the alpha’s strength. All he could do was pray he’d be safer in that cottage than outside in the wood all night.
But nottoosafe. A little danger might be fun. Snow inhaled the alpha’s scent and moaned inwardly, the aroma intoxicating.
After Vor collected his axe, they quickly made their way through the trees. The ease Vor had in carrying him sparked the pulsing throb deep within to grow. The large, strong hand over his backside nearly eclipsed it, signaling just how tiny he was compared to the big brute. Their size difference was dizzyingly exciting.
Even with hundreds of tiny cuts and bruises forming all over, his longing grew deeper—until it was the only thing he could think of. When his small shaft grew thick and hard against Vor’s shoulder, his cheeks burned with embarrassment. Had the alpha felt it? Nothing was said for many strides of the alpha’s long legs, although Vor’s handdidtighten on his bottom.
“Once we get home, I’ll get you patched up, little one. After you’ve been fed, we can take care ofthat,too.”
“I know not what you speak of,” Snow whispered hotly.
Vor’s hand slid over his bottom, gliding over the tattered fabric covering his honeyed hole. “I think we both know what you crave, little one. I can sate that need, too.”
Snow’s cheeks burned hot. “I did not ask.”
“You needn’t ask. Your body did for you.”
Chapter Two
Snow was lowered to his feet. He wobbled and reached out to clutch the man’s hip to steady himself. Avoiding Vor’s gaze, he slowly turned to find amassivestone cottage with a thatched roof tucked into a grove of towering evergreens. It stood a few yards away from them, the small glass windows dancing with light from the promised fire inside. He was still chilled, though warmer thanks to his indignity and the shared heat of Vor’s body.
“A humble home, but it has all the comforts you require for the night.”
Humble?It was no peasant’s home. He’d seen minor lords with homes not much larger.
Vor sighed. “Ready to go inside?”
He wasn’t ready to face down six more like Vor, but the flickering flames of the fire drew him forward.
“I suppose we should.” Snow took one step and yelped in pain. His feet were sore, bloodied, and raw. Before he could take another step, Vor scooped him up in one arm, under his bottomlike a child. Snow clutched one massive arm, holding himself upright.
“I’d rather walk.”
