Page 6 of Claimed By His Omega Dragon's Fire
“Yeah. Because of the coffee,” he adds with a smile. “Obviously.”
“Of course! No other reason, surely. I’ll let my coffee speak for itself.” I give him a wink for good measure, just to keep his cheeks red. “Have a good rest of your day, Aiden.”
“Thanks. You too,” he says, holding up his drink and giving me a little nod. Then I watch him turn around and head towards the main lodge. Gods, his ass looks good in those jeans.
I let out a wistful sigh as I watch him go, wondering what my chances of actually having my way with him are. He’s on vacation and I’m just moving through, what’s the harm in convincing him to have a little fun.
And by little fun, I mean bending me over every surface of his cabin. Obviously.
3
Aiden
I stare up at the ceiling of my room, willing myself to fall back to sleep. I’m on vacation, damnit! I don’t need to be up with the sun! I’m allowed to sleep in!
I turn onto my side and look at my phone, sighing as I realize it’s 5am, the time I usually get up in the morning. My brain is wide awake.
Looking down the length of my body, I realize my brain isn’t the only thing wide awake.
A groan escapes me as I cover my face with my hands. I rub my eyes so hard I start to see dots of white behind my lids. I can’t stop thinking about Brock.
The moment I got back from my run, I could smell something in the air. It was the most delicious scent I’ve ever smelled, like fresh berries ready to be picked straight from the vine. It changed my entire brain chemistry. Part of me assumed it was all in my head so I went into my cabin, got showered and changed, and then headed back outside.
To my delighted surprise, the scent was still in the air so I followed it. I chased it right to the front of the food truck parked outside the main lodge. I assumed it was whatever the truck was selling but instead, an angel of a man popped his head out and I knew without a shadow of a doubt the smell was coming from him.
Brock is the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. Bright gray eyes, orange hair, freckles all over his nose and cheeks, and a grin that left my knees weak. All I wanted to do was stay planted in that spot and listen to him talk. He could narrate paint drying and I’d still listen with rapt attention because the sound of his voice was like the most beautiful music to my ears.
I groan again, this time in frustration. I’m not some school boy finding out I have a crush. I’m a pack alpha! I can’t just go falling head over heels for some random guy I’ve only just met!
At the same time, I think of all the other times I’ve had to make snap judgments about people and how, so far, I’ve never judged someone wrong. Can I trust that same feeling now with Brock? Or am I being led astray because he’s beautiful and smells delicious?
I’m so tempted to wrap my hand around myself and take the edge off before starting my day. What’s the harm in jerking off while thinking about the redhead I’ve just met? Instead, I force myself out of bed and head to the bathroom for a cool shower.
I’m not the type of man to let myself indulge much, too worried about everything and everyone around me. I work hard to keep everything afloat. If I drop a ball, it means I’m letting people in my pack down and I refuse to do that in exchange for some cheap, temporary pleasure.
After a cold shower, I get dressed and ready for the day. The lodge offers free breakfast every morning so that’s my plan right until I get outside and that delicious scent hits me once more. It’s like the smell has a direct link to my chest, leashing me to the owner, unable to stop myself from being tugged in his direction. I double check that I have my wallet this time.
The truck is already open and there’s someone standing at the window, talking to Brock. Brock lets out a laugh at whatever the gentleman in front of him said and something nasty raises its head inside of me.
There’s a growl that wants to burst from my chest. The back of my brain hisses at me that Brock ismine.Claim. Mate. Mine.
Jesus fucking Christ, where the hell didthatcome from? Brock is his own person. Sure, he’s beautiful and smells wonderful and his smile makes me want to fall to my knees and beg for his attention, but that doesn’t mean I have some claim over him. He can laugh with anyone he wants!
Maybe I should just head to the lodge and have breakfast. Yet even as I think that, my feet lead me to The Feisty Latte.
Brock hands over the guy’s drink before his gray eyes slide over to me. His face brightens and a smile stretches across his face.
My stomach erupts with a thousand butterflies all fluttering around inside of me. He’s ridiculously beautiful when he smiles like that. My instincts are going into overdrive whenever I’m around him and it’s hard to parse through the fog.
“Good morning, handsome,” he says, leaning over the ledge to look down at me. My face flushes from him calling me handsome and I do my best not to get too tongue-tied. “What did you think of that drink last night?”
“It was amazing,” I tell him honestly. The caramel and the chocolate and the little chocolate chips inside were delicious. It felt like having dessert but in drink form. “I don’t normally let myself have things that sweet but it was the perfect treat while on vacation.”
“You need to learn to live a little,” Brock says with a cheeky grin. “Life is too short to deny yourself simple pleasures.”
There’s something about his words that strike a chord inside me. It’s not good to overindulge but it’s probably not the best to swing the other way and never allow myself to have a break or treat. There needs to be balance in life, right?
I really shouldn’t be having these types of eureka moments in front of a stranger though.
