Page 17 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
It might be creepy to watch someone sleep, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away. He looks so peaceful, so pretty like this. There’s no harsh lines to his face, no worried furrow of his brows, no frown curving his lips. He’s beautiful. His chest is covered in marks and bruises which somehow makes me warm all over and feel guilty at the same time.
I quickly chase the guilt away. Brock told me he enjoyed everything we did and I’m not about to be an alphahole that thinks Brock isn’t telling the truth. If he didn’t want to be here, he’s strong enough to leave. I trust him to tell me how he’s feeling.
Even though my rut has seemingly passed, I still feel the need to feed Brock, subtle instincts still lingering at the back of my mind. With one last look, I grab my pajama pants, slide them on, and make my way out to the kitchen area.
There’s a full kitchen, but I didn’t pack much in the way of food. I was planning on eating most of my meals at the main lodge. I open the fridge and pull out some orange juice. I also have the protein bar leftover from yesterday on the counter. It’s not much but it’ll have to do, especially because there’s no way in hell I’m leaving without Brock being awake.
The last thing I want him to think is that I left him the morning after he took such good care of me.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Brock is opening his eyes. He reaches across the bed, finds it empty, and then quickly looks around the room. As soon as his gray eyes land on me, his body relaxes once more.
Thatdoesthings to my insides.
“Hi,” I say softly. “Sorry. I got up to grab you some food. It’s not much though,” I say, holding up the orange juice and protein bar.
Brock gives me a small smile. He reaches a hand for me and I’m powerless to deny him. I set the food on the table beside the bed before crawling in. Brock immediately latches onto me, resting his face against my chest and his arm around my middle, holding me tight.
Brock hums happily. “My furnace.”
I chuckle softly, running my fingers through his orange hair. He leans into the touch, practically purring from the attention. “I could get used to this.”
“So could I,” I confess, just barely audible. It feels terrifying to admit things like that, like maybe I’m saying something too soon that’ll break the gentle understanding we have going on. I don’t want to scare him with how intense these feelings are but I also don’t want to keep them locked up. I don’t want them to be a secret. How the fuck do I balance that?
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Mhmm. Okay. Let’s get used to it.”
My heart leaps into my throat. Okay, so maybe I’m not the only one feeling these things so intensely. Maybe this isn’t some one sided insta-connection. Maybe this is real.
“Do you want to get up and get to your truck?”
“Yes and no. Yes, because I love being in my truck. But also no, because you’re not there.”
“I could be. If you wanted.”
“Oh yeah? Do you wanna be my coffee helper?”
“I’d be happy to,” I tell him seriously. “I’d love to see how everything works. It sounds fun.”
“It is. Plus, you’re really hot. I bet you’d bring in even more customers.”
I shake my head and snort. “I don’t know if that’s how it works.”
“It is. Trust me.”
“Okay,” I whisper with a grin. “I trust you.”
Brock hums before he sits up on his elbow in order to look down at me. “You trust too easily. What if I’m about to lead you to a back road so I can eat your brains and drop your body in the woods?”
“At least I’ll go out with a smile on my face.”
Brock stares at me for a long moment before we’re both breaking out into a fit of giggles. He leans down and kisses my chin, then my nose, then my lips.
“You’re too sweet for this world, Aiden.”
I wrap my arms around Brock’s back, letting my fingers dance down his spine. “Maybe, but you seem to enjoy that I’m sweet.”
