Page 18 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
“Yes, because it makes you an easy target. Maybe I just want to use you for free labor in my truck?”
I shrug as best as I can while under Brock. “I’ve spent my time doing much worse things. Call it payback for how much I bit you last night.”
Brock rolls his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you I enjoyed each and every bite?”
“At least once more.”
Lying here with Brock against my chest, everything feels so easy. This somehow feels like the very first time we’re meeting but also like we’ve been together for centuries. There’s a certainty that runs through my chest, warming me across all my limbs. This is exactly where I’m supposed to be. I don’t know how I know that, only that somehow I do.
“Tell me more about your pack.”
The question surprises me but it really shouldn’t. If Brock is feeling anything like I’m feeling, of course he wants to get to know me. Of course he wants to learn everything he can, the same way I crave to know everything about him.
“They’re wonderful,” I tell him with a fond smile. “My two right hand men are Harry and Alex, a mated couple. They help me with everything that comes with running the pack and our little village. I have no idea what I would do without them, if I’m super honest.”
“They sound great. I know I’ve only known you for like,” Brock pauses and makes a face. “Like a day, but already I can tell you put a lot onto your own shoulders. I’m glad you have people around you to help.”
“I do. We’re a tight-knit community who are always ready to help each other. Our latest addition is Frost. He actually met our pack medic at this very lodge, which is kind of a weird coincidence now that I really think about it. He’s a handyman, so now we finally have someone around who knows what they’re doing when stuff breaks.”
“Have you met the lodge owners?” I nod my head. “I swear they’re matchmaking fae or something.”
I chuckle softly. “I can totally see that.”
We spend a little more time in bed. Brock listens to me talk about my pack, describing all my neighbors, what everyone does, and how some of them came to join. I tell him about some of my responsibilities. Brock listens intently, asking insightful questions. This might just be hope talking but he sounds interested in seeing it for himself, in meeting the people I’m talking about.
The idea of having Brock in my space makes my entire body light up. I want that more than words can describe. I want him in my house, filling my place with his scent. I want him to interact with my neighbors. I want him as not onlymyomega but also our pack omega.
I kiss his forehead before gently pulling away. “We should get up and get your truck open. I’m sure everyone is waiting for you to open the window.”
“Today should hopefully be stocking day as well. I’m supposed to be getting some supplies delivered to the lodge address.”
“Then let’s get up and get to work.”
Brock blinks up at me. “You really wanna come work in my truck?”
“There’s quite literally nothing I want more.”
“Huh,” he says under his breath. “Okay.”
It doesn’t take long for us to get out of bed, get dressed, and head out the door of my cabin. The walk across the parking lot to Brock’s truck really shouldn’t be anything special, yet it feels almost magical as Brock tentatively presses his palm against my own. My stomach feels like a current of jellyfish, swimming around joyfully inside of me.
Brock only lets go of my hand in order to unlock his truck, swing the back door open, and guide me inside. It’s more spacious than I thought it would be. The left side is a counter filled with everything he needs to make his coffee and the right side has the opening for the window which is currently shut.
“Sit there,” he says, pointing at a stool on the right side. “I’ll start powering everything on. If you want, you can take a look at the pad by the window and see what my POS looks like.”
I take a seat and pull the pad closer to me. I click the button to turn on the screen but instead of looking through everything, my eyes are drawn back to Brock. He turns on the generator and then gets to work, pulling things out, turning things on, making sure he has everything he’ll need to serve the people here.
Brock pulls out his phone and places it near the front of the truck, plugging it into something. Moments later, soft music begins to play. He swings his hips as he goes, humming to the song that’s on. He’s so carefree in a way I’m almost jealous of. He’s a feisty spirit who’s free to do what he wishes whenever he wants.
I haven’t felt that way since I was a child, long before I became the pack alpha.
I will never wish to be anything but pack alpha, but that doesn’t stop me from missing times when things felt simpler. Brock reminds me of that time. He reminds me it’s okay to live for myself, or at least make time for myself in the midst of everything else expected of me.
“I can tell you’re staring,” Brock says, looking over his shoulder at me with a smirk. “You’re not gonna learn the menu if you’re looking at my ass instead of the screen.”
“In my defense, your ass is far more interesting.”
“How dare you insult my menu like that, Aiden!”
