Page 66 of Alpha's Embrace
“Ours.”
He sat back. “I don’t think it can be real.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “I’m not sure, either.”
“The bond is strong between us,” he said. “But this is still so much so fast.”
“There was no time. It was now or never. Never wasn’t an option for me.”
As I spoke, I realized I was shivering.
Misha blinked up at me with his wide, pure smile and everything was right again.
I parked the car in a cleared space behind the house. The nearest house was through the trees to the right.
“Let’s get inside,” I said when we stopped.
Misha opened the door and stepped out, his head tilting back to look at the blue morning sky overhead. When I came around the front of the car I saw him kneel and touch both palms to the dirt. He looked up at me.
“Geo.” His eyes glistened. “Geo, it’s too beautiful. It’s like a dream. I don’t want to wake up. Don’t let me wake up.”
I held out my hand.
He took it and stood, saying, “It’s like I’ve been gone for many years and forgot, but now I’m home. My home. And you’ve been with me all along but I forgot that, too.”
“I feel the same.”
“When I played my games with you, I never dreamed it would lead to this. I wanted you. I wanted a bond, but I never really believed it would happen.”
I squeezed his hand. “You didn’t play any game. This was meant to be. I’m convinced.”
“Geo, tell me it’s not going to end.” His voice broke on that last word and he stepped into my shadow and my arms.
I grasped him about the shoulders.
His arms came around my waist. He was almost as tall as I, muscular but thin, and I held him tight the way I had when I’d carried him to the bathing room, when I’d felt him become my responsibility, my charge. My Misha.
I’d fought it hard. But such barriers like guilt or the law did not work on mate-bonds. I hadn’t realized we’d already started to form a bond that day in the baths. Not until I got the blood test. And even then, I’d gone into denial and demanded a second test.
Spiritual texts said the mate-bond was sacred and an Alpha separated from his Omega would shatter chains and break down walls to be with his intended. The Burn acted like a calling through the bond. An Omega responded much the same. He’d travel any distance or smash any door that kept him from his mate. Misha wasn’t an Omega, but he was mine.
The philosophers were right. I’d done the impossible to get us to this point. I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t eaten. I’d relied on help from nefarious friends from my college years. I’d become a thief, a kidnapper, a criminal. I had focused only on getting Misha out of his incarceration and into my life, into my arms, and my heart.
I lowered my head and kissed his forehead. It was the second time I’d ever kissed him, and in nearly the same spot.
He lifted his head, his cheek grazing my jaw, his lips against my neck, my ear and then my own cheek. I only needed to turn my head an inch to cause our mouths to meet.
My lips brushed his and they were amazingly soft and silken, pliant and sweet. An expanding blaze of hunger rose inside me, but not for food. We were perfectly in synch; our mouths opened at the right moments, together, seeking more, wanting greater depth to our joining.
My cock pressed hard to Misha’s own, throbbing so deeply it hurt.
Misha pulled back with a quick gasp. “Are you in the Burn?”
“My Burn has not come on yet. This is purely me wanting you.”
“Well, I am in the Burn and I don’t want to wait.”
“I won’t make you. As your mate, I am responsible for you. To take care of you forever. I’m yours.” I realized my statements were almost like a marriage vow. I meant each and every word.
