Page 79 of Alpha's Embrace
“Misha,” I replied, my breath heavy on his ear.
“You’re awake,” came the whispering reply.
We were still joined. Slowly, I pulled out of him, careful of his sensitivity after such a mating. The incredible amount of liquid I had ejaculated made the passage smooth and easy. I slid out and realized we need a towel right away.
I had set a stack by the bed yesterday and reached over to grab one, balling it up between Misha’s legs.
His long, lean body lolled beneath me, head back on the pillow, eyes half-closed.
“How do you feel?”
“Geo,” he said. “That was—that was beyond amazing. You were in my mind. I felt you like a—like a sparkling force of light, like lightning. Like a storm over the sea. I want more. More.”
The fires of my Burn had banked a little right now. I could think again. It wouldn’t last.
“I want more, too,” I said, smiling down at him.
“When can we do it again?” The question was asked with such a pure, innocent need that my depleted cock jumped in response.
“Very soon,” I replied. “And all day if you wish.”
“I wish,” he said. “I wish I wish I wish.”
He would get that wish and more. In my Burn it would happen over and over. And his Burn made him constantly want it.
It was going to be a fantastic next couple of days.
Epilog
Misha
I rested in the plush chair by the window, looking out over the small realm of our tiny keep.
If there had ever been others like me, who had escaped and bonded to wonderful Alpha mates, they wouldn’t be written about, they wouldn’t be known. It was illegal. They would be in hiding. Myths and rumors.
I was fully engulfed in the Burn, still and always, but more content than I could ever remember feeling because I had been mated. Geo had mated me. Knotted me. My world had transformed. I’d never known such peace.
Tingling and hot, but full and unafraid, the tension in my body I’d felt my whole life was gone.
My king came into the room and my gaze turned away from the forest and fields and onto him. I couldn’t look away. He was beautiful. He was mine.
He had come to my castle where I’d been locked up, a prince awaiting his birthright. Waiting to come of age. He’d freed me and shown me his soul, and we were still exploring it. I hoped we always would be.
I was hungry for him, for the whole wide world, everything he’d gifted to me.
Our new realm waited. Me as his mate, Omega to the outside world, Sylph in our private deeds.
“Misha,” he said softly, drawing me with his voice.
“Your Grace,” I replied, getting up and going to him, putting my arms around him, pressing up against him to feel his need.
He was ready for me. Always ready to give me anything I wanted.
For I was his devoted prince and he was my king, forever without end.
This was the story I told myself, but it was no longer an escapist fantasy taking me away from a dry, gray world. It was a true story now.
And it was mine.
THE END
