Page 32 of His Unicorn Alpha
Eric huffed. “Well, you do have a point there.” He brought his phone back up again. “I’m making a note to ask the others. Damon and Rex in particular. They didn’t bond until after Cam was born, so if they report the same feelings—”
“It is still possible that it is a honeymoon phase thing.” I repeated.
My brother tilted his head in acquiescence, but still argued, “And it’s possible that it’s exacerbated by the bonding.”
“That would mean you’re both right,” Micah said smoothly. He had such an easy-going attitude. It was calming, instantly soothing my growing irritation with my stubborn brother.
“You’re a smart little pacifist, aren’t you?” Eric asked with amusement.
Micah shrugged, not bothered by my brother’s jibe. And, in that moment, it struck me that this was Eric’s way of testing my bondmate. His, for all intents and purposes, brother-in-law.
I was going to strangle him.
“Well,” I slapped my palms on my thighs and pushed to my feet, eyes locked on Eric’s blue pair, “I believe that is enough interrogation for today.”
“But…” he protested, and I shook my head.
“Eric, I am newly mated and hormonal, and I wish for some time alone with my alpha.”
After a long moment where I was concerned that I would need to eject him from my home via force, he got to his feet and nodded. “Fine. But tomorrow, you and I are talking properly.” His expression softened. “And I’ll give you a proper checkup, too. Bring your notes and records. I know you have them.”
Rolling my eyes, I nodded. After he left, I turned to Micah. “You would think he was the eldest, the way he speaks to me.”
“It’s cute,” he mused as he pulled me in for a hug, which instantly seemed to relax something inside me. “I’m an only child. I always wanted siblings, but my parents had enough trouble getting pregnant with me, so…it’s just me.”
“Well, I believe your brothers-in-law will make you wish I was an only child, too,” I joked, and he laughed.
“Nah, they’re alright. But,” his hands slid down my back to cup my ass and squeeze, “I’m glad we’re alone now.”
Chapter Twelve
It had been a long time since I was in the kind of relationship that involved sleeping over in someone’s bed. But, after performing a thorough search for my alpha mark (which we discovered on my inner thigh) and subsequently indulging in the urges from our bond again, I was too tired and too happy to even suggest returning to Beck and Ollie’s house, even though that was where all my stuff was being kept.
But waking up wrapped around my omega —and wasn’t that a mindfuck? I was analpha!— was an experience I wanted to repeat over and over again. It felt odd, at first, not being alone…but my inner alpha radiated contentment and pride.
And that was odd, too; feeling so blissfully content with a veritable stranger. We had so much to learn about each other, but I meant what I had said the previous day: I trusted that the universe wouldn’t lead me astray when it came to my mate.
My mom wasnevergoing to shut up about being right.
I snorted to myself.
Brandt grumbled and cracked a dark brown eye open. “What has you so amused at this hour?”
“Not a morning person?” I asked him as I leaned over to check the time on my phone screen. His bedroom windows were covered by blackout curtains, so I couldn’t see if the sun had risen or not. My phone told me it wasn’t quite seven yet.
“I can be,” he practically purred and rubbed his morning wood into my hip, “with the right motivation.”
Arousal flared low in my belly and my dick stirred to life without any other prompting. I wasn’t sure if it was the bond between us or just the newness of our relationship causing the reaction, and I didn’t care.
Beneath his sexy goatee, my mate’s lips quirked and he wrapped his large hand around my shaft. I groaned as he observed, “This is fine motivation indeed.”
“Fuck,” I muttered when he started to slowly stroke me. “That’s it, sugar.”
“Hmm,” he practically purred into my ear, “I believe I can do better than that.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he shuffled down the mattress, taking the sheets with him. After sex and a shower the previous night, we had gone to bed naked, and I had surprised myself by not feeling self-conscious about being so vulnerable and exposed. I assumed it had something to do with the bond, and the obvious proof of Brandt’s appreciation of my body, but it was still a novel sensation to not want to hide away behind at least a pair of briefs.
However, I was glad for our choice when, moments later, Brandt’s warm, wet mouth sank down on my dick.
