Page 20 of Our Haunted Omegas
“There’s a joke in there somewhere,” I said and nuzzled him again, wanting him to steal his scent and rub it all over myself.
“There is. I think they’re just drunk off each other, though,” he said, tightening the arm that was holding me. “It’s not hard to do.”
“I know I’m supposed to be trying to fall asleep before they come in here but now that we’re all here, I’m wired,” I admitted.
“I don’t know Ambry well, but I don’t think he thought we’d actually go to sleep. He might’ve thought laying down would help your anxiety but part of me thinks it was just his way of getting us to pair off. Seems like an old make out party trick.”
“I’ve never been to a make out party,” I blushed.
“We could have one. I mean there are four of us. We could make out and they’ll make out and then we’ll have a party,” Cobalt smirked. “I mean that depends on your level of comfort making out in front of other people and all that but we could do it. We could have any sort of party you wanted.”
“Yep. His grandparents are going to want to have a mating feast. Do you know how many people his grandparents know? We’ll have to eat in front of them all and they’ll try to talk to us while our mouth is full and it’ll be horrible,”my wolf rambled into my thoughts from inside his inner sanctum.
Cobalt’s trembling fingers was the first sign of my anxiety that I picked up on. I tried to shush my wolf but he was right. A mating feast hosted by Clarence and Medwin Moonscale sounded like a nightmare and I told Cobalt as much.
“Hey, look at me,” he said and cupped my chin. My anxiety still trembled through his fingers as he spoke. “They’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to. Sometimes you have to be loud with them but that’s my job. Sure, stand up for yourself, when you can, but it’s my job to make sure they don’t harass you. Though, with AJ and Meda starting to toddle around they’re not that bossy to the rest of us. We don’t have to have a mating feast if you don’t want one or we could have a small one or… Really, whatever you want. I know our lives must feel like a whole other world to you and Ambry – or at least a whole other London – but you don’t have to jump into the deep end of it.”
“You’ll miss it,” I sighed and tried not to let the fact my wolf still rambled off anxious comments into my thoughts show on my face. Though, Cobalt must’ve known because his hands were still trembling.
“You want to know what I miss sometimes?” he asked, pulling me back down so that my head rested above his heart.
“Are you going to say make out parties?” I managed a laugh.
“Is that the pickup line you want?” he teased me.
“I’m not sure. I think we’ll start with what you miss.”
“When I was a kid, we literally just wandered out into the garden for snack time. I miss that sort of nature. We really don’t get it here in London. Teal and some others….” His words trailed off, but I knew what he meant. People were trying to work on that even if they were being stealthy about it. “But yeah, those quiet moments of shoving my face full of food right off the plant.”
“We could go camping for our matingmoon. We used to go a couple of times a year but then everything got expensive but that’s not a problem anymore. Shit! That made it sound like I expected you to pay for everything and…”
“And I will,” Cobalt said. “Look relationships aren’t fifty-fifty. Everyone hates when I say that but the whole relationship isn’t the sixty-nine position. I’m a dragon. If we go shopping, I should carry the heavier bags. Even if I were the omega, I’d probably insist on it because they wouldn’t be heavy to me. So, it’s fifty-fifty in the way that everyone puts in the same effort or the effort they can afford to give up. Does that make sense?”
“Sort of. Though, I’ve carried so much around the store that I’ll let you do all the heavy lifting you want. You’re not going to get an argument out of me on that one.”
“Back to the camping, do you really want to go? Please don’t answer about money. I think it’ll be a nice way to get off on our own and relax. They’re distracted with festival prep for now but the journalists will want to talk to us after that’s over and I don’t want to talk to them. In fact,” he let out a long, slow breath, “the thought of some nosy twat shoving a microphone in your face makes my dragon want to debone them while they’re still alive.”
“That’s sort of hot. We try to hide from them every year because they want to interview us about my stepdad.” I said and stopped there. It was the wrong time of year to talk about him. I didn’t want to wake up fighting everyone in the bed.
“They should mind their own bloody business,” Cobalt said. “If I’m not around and they try that use my name. Hell, use Clarence’s name or if they’re really being fastidious use Medwin’s. I mean it. Don’t let them get you worked up. No one has the right to your past.”
I rolled over onto my stomach so that I lay on top of him and he wrapped both arms around me. Taking a deep breath filled my head with his scent. I let my eyes drift closed and thought about how easy it would be to kiss him. I waited for Cobalt to make the first move and when he didn’t, I opened my eyes.
“Do I make you nervous?” I asked. “I don’t mean when you ‘catch’ my anxiety.”
“I get accused of only being involved in a lot of things for the physical benefits. I don’t want you to feel like that,” he said.
“What if that’s my plan? I want to get you all alone in the woods and take advantage of you until neither one of us can stop cumming?”
“I am your willing hostage,” he smirked and closed the distance between our mouths. I gave in to his soft lips and probing tongue. I gave in and my wolf shut up for a moment while we kissed him. Fur tickled me on the inside as my beast reached out for the dragon who dwelt within Cobalt. I ran my hands over the sides of his neck still wanting to smell more like him. I wanted to coat myself in his scent and hide there. Maybe the anxiety would overlook me if I smelled enough like him.
He ran his big, warm hands up and down my back, making me wish I’d taken off my shirt before we laid down. Hell, I still had my work pants on. It felt strange to change when neither Cobalt or Indigo had pajamas and none of our clothes would fit them.
“Do you normally sleep in your clothes?” Cobalt asked when we paused for air.
“No but I’m okay.”
“The nightmares?” he asked.
