Page 199 of Labor of Love

I shake my head, smiling. “No. That’s not you at all. You don’t have a hero complex. You don’t go around saving people just because you want the acknowledgement. I remember that time you sat at the café next door. You brought your laptop and ended up working, setting up your company’s charity. I recall your determination over the phone, where you insisted on remaining anonymous.”

His lips part with shock. “I had no idea you overheard me.”

I blush. “Don’t think I don’t see you, Brooks. You don’t have a hero complex. You’re a good guy. A good alpha. It’s called human decency.”

He gasps. “Those are almost the exact words I said to my brother several days ago. No one’s ever seen me like that before.”

“Can I kiss you?” I blurt. Being this close to my alpha, my mate, my future husband, is a stark reminder that I haven’t tasted his lips yet. The words hang in the air, sparked with a charge of magic and hope.

Brooks sucks in a sharp breath and his nostrils flare. His eyes flash the pretty emerald green I’ve learned to associate with his dragon coming to the surface. “Let me at least take you somewhere private,” he growls, tugging me into a standing position and ushering me back toward the house.

I whine, sad to no longer be sitting on my alpha’s lap.

“Omega,” Brooks rumbles, almost like a warning. His voice is deep, and his eyes are still glowing. Realization hits me. Brooks and his dragon are speaking simultaneously. Damn, why is that so hot?

As soon as we’re inside the house, he leads me to the closest hallway and leans against it. His fingers grip my hips, and he pulls my body flush against his. He leans forward slowly, giving me time to decide and letting me capture his lips with mine.

The kiss, initially gentle, soon ignites into a passionate inferno. Our tongues battle for control. He tastes like caramel and wine and something smoky. I open my eyes to see the same magical tendrils from earlier this week, swirling around us. In that instant, I realize our love really is written in the stars.

And as far as first kisses go, this kiss is…everything.

9

BROOKS

Ilean against the wall in the hallway, panting, while my omega grinds his pretty body all over me and kisses my lips, my jaw, my neck. Once our lips touched, it was like a switch flipped in Kestrel. He opened his eyes, blinked at the shimmering threads of magic floating around us, then attacked my mouth with a hunger that rivaled my own.

My cock is so hard it’s tenting my pants. I’m practically vibrating with lust and need. What is this little omega doing to me? I tip his jaw up and recapture his lips, sucking until he’s a moaning mess.

I’m just as overwhelmed and happy, since I’m pretty fucking sure I’m in love with my mate. How has my life changed so much in such a short amount of time?

Suddenly, Kestrel drops to his knees, his hands fumbling with my zipper before he pulls out my thick cock. It’s hard and throbbing in his hand, the tip an angry red. I glance around to make sure we are alone. “Fuck. Kes, are you sure?”

In reply, he licks the precum leaking from the tip, causing me to groan. “Damn,” I gasp. “That feels so good, omega.”

Kestrel moans, his eyes drifting closed. He strokes me from base to tip, and I swear, I could come just like this. As if unableto resist himself, his lips wrap around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling around before sucking me down.

“That’s it, Kes. Show me how bad you want me.” My dragon and I growl simultaneously as pleasure floods my system. “Look up at me, omega. I want to see your pretty eyes while you suck me off and make me yours.”

Kestrel moans again, sucking harder and doubling his efforts. I’m on a hair trigger. “Won’t last.”

His wet mouth slides up and down as he finds the perfect rhythm to drive me wild. He’s making these little noises now that completely work me up. Little noises that vibrate when he takes me into his throat.

“Fuck,” I pant. “You love this. You love sucking my cock in public and making these greedy little noises that anyone can hear, don’t you?”

Nodding eagerly, Kestrel reaches into his pants and gathers some of his slick. When he brings his wet hand up to stroke my cock while keeping that perfect suction on the tip, I fall over the edge; trembling and shouting as I paint the back of his throat.

Tucking my hard dick back into my pants and carefully zipping up, I lift my pretty omega as he wraps his legs around me. Unable to make it to my bedroom, I kick open the door to the closest unoccupied guest room. I toss Kes onto the bed, where I return the favor by rimming his pretty little hole and jerking him off.

As soon as he falls asleep, happy and sated, I pull out my cell phone and start making plans.

Several hours later, I kiss Kestrel’s temple and slide my legs over the edge of the bed. I’m about to get up when slim fingers wrap around my wrists.

“No,” he murmurs. “Stay.”

I chuckle softly. “Isn’t it bad luck for us to see each other before the wedding?”

Kestrel’s face softens. “Don’t care,” he whispers. “Want to wake up next to my alpha.”

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