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Our bodies fit together in a comfortable and perfect union, hip to hip, rib to rib. I felt his soft cock against the inside of my thigh just above my knee and was careful not to press my weight in that area. My own cock throbbed with my heartbeat, half-hard, against the dip where leg met hip.
The day was bright outside, making the curtains of the bedroom glow. But with all of them drawn, it was dim and peaceful, soft gray shadows hovering on the walls.
I heard Geo’s breathing become slow and even and knew he’d finally fallen to sleep. I wondered how long he’d gone without rest. Or food.
I moved my head up so I could gaze upon his face. Five o’clock shadow. Straight nose. Thick dark lashes against flushed cheeks. Bangs that scattered in curved clumps against his forehead. He looked young and pure, not like a kidnapper. Not like a man who’d lost his entire career.
His lips curved up slightly, a smile there as if he’d finally found the thing he’d been searching for his whole life.
Me.
Chapter Twenty
Geo
My Misha. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I’d never had sex outside the Burn before. What I’d done with Mase had been a lot of fooling around, but never intercourse. Never real sex. Still, we’d formed a partial bond. It seemed I was good at that without even knowing it. Like it was a mysterious talent I had from some unknown source.
Sitting over me, Misha was exquisite, head thrown back, hard cock thrusting in and out of my mouth, hips rocking back and forth. He tasted sweeter than any Omega I’d ever had service me in the Burn. He rose up and down, his ass rubbing softly against my chest. He kept making sweet, strained noises of pleasure. He leaned over me, his sweet and feral Sylph scent increasing, his head down now, and looked me straight in the eye.
“Geo,” he said.
My cock throbbed at the sound of my name spoken so reverently.
This was wrong. This was right. If ever caught, I’d possibly hang. Right now, I didn’t care.
This was the second time he’d let me suck him in one day and I loved it. He enjoyed straddling me, being on top, pressing himself into my mouth. I didn’t mind at all.
“I want this all the time with you. I never want this to stop.”
He pulled out so I could take a breath and lick my lips. It gave me a chance to answer.
“Well, of course, you’re a Sylph.”
And I was an Alpha on the verge of the Burn. I had to admit, I never wanted it to stop, either, in or out of the Burn.
Tomorrow was the day on my calendar for my Burn to start. My cycle was regular and easy, usually lasting not more than two days. But I had a feeling it might last longer this time the way Misha made my body feel like it wanted to come apart and fly away into a million pieces, burning as they went.
*
Misha and I slept through most of the afternoon of our first day in our new home. By dusk I woke famished and put on a robe and wandered into the kitchen.
I found ingredients for chicken stir fry and whipped up a batch.
Misha must have been wakened by the aromatic promise of good food, for he joined me minutes later, clad in just his jeans, and we sat at the kitchen table by a small window and ate together, face to face.
His hair stood up in cute blond tufts from his forehead. It hung in wide ringlets at the base of his neck. So soft-looking, so pretty.
He looked relaxed and comfortable, casually chewing his food, when he suddenly blurted out, “I love you, Geo.”
My vision misted.
“I love you, too. My Misha.” There. I’d finally stated it aloud. It felt like another huge release, one that was necessary even after all our lovemaking and napping together. The words were out there now and could not be pulled back, undone, unsaid.
His smile went wide.
I leaned toward him and we kissed over the table, our food forgotten for a moment.
