Page 21 of His Unicorn Alpha
At my own unintentional, self-deprecating size pun, I lost it again, slumping on the table as I laughed the myriad of conflicting emotions out of my system.
When I felt calm enough to face him again, he was staring at me as though I was the one likely to turn into a dragon and eat him. “Sorry,” I wiped at my eyes, feeling like the inappropriate hysteria had done me a world of good. “I needed that.”
“I am extremely confused,” he said, but his own shoulders were no longer tense, and he even seemed mildly amused. “You…you’re not…repulsed by me? By what I’ve done?”
“Not even a little bit,” I answered honestly. “My beta is thrilled. I’m…well, not gonna lie; I’m going to need some time to actually wrap my head around the fact that I’m apparently going to be a dad because that wasnoton my bingo card for this year, or at all, but…no. No repulsion. No anger. And I still feel this…thispullto you. Not that that’s influencing how I feel about the baby thing.”
“It’s…not?” He didn’t sound like he believed me.
“No,” I assured him. “I, uh, I’ve wanted kids of my own for a while. But I never thought I’d find a man willing to settle down with me.”
He scoffed, looking me up and down with skepticism. “You are a very attractive man,” he said, “and you are being quite kind and understanding when you do not have to be, so forgive me if I find such a thing difficult to believe.”
Shrugging, I told him, “I’m not as impressive as I am pretty.”
He frowned. “It sounds to me as though you have been seeing the wrong kind of men if their expectations are purely based on your appearance.”
I shrugged. “There’s that, too.”
Snorting, Brandt shook his head. “You’re not at all like I anticipated you’d be.”
“What? You thought I’d freak out?” I supposed most men in my situation would, and it would be understandable. But then, I had often been accused of being too chill.
It wasn’t that things didn’t get to me, because they did, but I picked my battles. Besides, if this gorgeous man really was my mate, it would be counterintuitive to get upset over starting a family together when it was clearly something we both wanted.
Yes, in my mind, I’d always thought I would get to know someone before we actively planned a family. However, I had seen Beck and Ollie’s connection, and Rex and Damon’s, and even Brandi and Lena’s, too. Some part of me —the part that sounded like my mother— said that I should trust fate. I should trust the universe.
“I am pregnant with your children,” he replied slowly, in a tone that suggested he most certainly did expect me to flip my shit, “and you didn’t even have the benefit of…well, thetraditionaland, I’d assume, enjoyable method of conception.”
And then I was right back to wanting to lay him out on the table and claim him all over again. I cleared my throat at the images in my head, amazed that my beta desperately wanted to top him when I’d spent the better part of my sex life bottoming for men who looked like him, and enjoying it, too.
“Yes, well, you’d probably enjoy a test tube more than me anyway,” I muttered, then cringed as the self-flagellating thought slipped past my usual filters and out of my mouth.
He frowned. “Seriously,” he asked with irritation, “what kind of men have you been involved with that you think so poorly of yourself?” There was an edgy, angry growl to his voice that did things to me.
My omega was the hottest manever.
Despite not actually having a claim on Brandt, and him not even suggesting that he would be interested in pursuing whatever mystical connection existed between us, my beta was determined to think of him as mine. I should probably fight those instincts, but even my human side wanted to be selfish and possessive.
I didn’t think I could be blamed for that. I mean, Brandt was stunning.And he was a dragon. An honest-to-God dragon! He wasperfect. The embodiment of every fantasy I’d ever had, all rolled into one.
“I…” I started, then faltered as he pushed from his seat and loomed over me. I swallowed and my mouth ran dry, even as my cock woke all the way up, straining in my underwear.
Over the years, I’d told myself that size didn’t account for skill or enthusiasm. I’d even started believing it once I left my pack and started sleeping with human men. But with the desperate, all-encompassing need to impress this vision of a man —of adragon— standing over me, I had never wished for a larger dick more in my entire life.
Sadly, even our shifter magic didn’t work that way. The organ straining in my pants, while harder than he had ever been, didn’t suddenly grow any extra inches just because I wanted my mate to be happy and, more importantly, satisfied with the hand (or, rather, cock) fate had dealt him.
“Stand up,” he demanded in that same, sexy growl, and I complied.
Standing nose to nose with Brandt, his eyes searched mine before he closed the scant distance between us and slanted his lips over mine.
If I had thought that shaking hands with him had been electric, the feeling had nothing on the fireworks his kiss ignited.
Kissing him was indescribable.
It was as if a thousand lightbulbs were bursting to life above my head. The sheerrightnessof this connection, needy and fiery and raw, was a revelation.
My beta was right; Brandt was mine. He was meant to be mine.
