Page 67 of Alpha's Embrace
Misha smiled and then made a motion like a bow. “Your Grace, there is no greater gift than this.”
He was so funny, so strange, so stunningly beautiful. I cupped his chin in my palm. I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Let’s get inside.” I turned toward the car. “Come here. I have a few bags of personal items in the car for us. We can unload the rest later.”
Misha allowed me to load him up with several bags which included food, toiletries, and clothing. It was then I realized he was still barefoot.
“Oh hell.”
“What?”
“You don’t have shoes. I forgot shoes!”
He let out the sweetest laugh. Had I ever heard him laugh before? It was wonderful.
“You told me you’d have them for me,” Misha said.
“I did. But I meant I’d buy them. We haven’t had time yet.”
“It’s okay, Geo. I’m not going out right away. You can get them for me any time.”
“It’s just that I planned this so carefully. And you mentioned it and I didn’t think. I thought I had everything.”
Misha, laden with bags, stood looking at me. “My king. I would be shoeless and naked for you forever and be happy.”
My face flushed. The unique Sylph energy of Misha accompanied those words. At this rate, I wouldn’t last until we made it to the bedroom. With his constant Burn and Sylph pheromones, and my desire within our budding bond, I could barely think straight anymore.
I grabbed bags in both hands, elbowed the car door closed, and headed around to the front of the house and the porch.
It was a small house with an A-frame roof and pretty picture windows. The porch was small but contained an old dusty swing which made me think of my childhood. And of Mase. I would never forget him, but I was moving on now. He would be happy for me.
I set down my bags and fumbled in my pocket for my key. My cock was hard, the bulge in my pants proof of my aching desire. There was no turning back. I was consumed by my need and my affection—my love—for Misha. For it was love, even if it had happened at first sight. Love took what it wanted when it wanted.
When we entered the cabin, the air smelled a bit musty, but lemony. I’d had someone come and clean the place top to bottom, and make up the beds in the two bedrooms with new linens I’d bought.
When I’d made my short trip here and leased the house, I’d stocked the cupboards and refrigerator before I flew home.
The house was small but not claustrophobic. The ceiling rose up to a point in the living room, with strong wood beams against the rafters reflecting the yellow light from the windows.
The windows were wide with cheerful treatments in blue and purple. The place had come furnished, which was what I’d sought. I hadn’t had the time to buy furniture, too.
Misha followed me inside, bare feet softly smacking the hardwood floor.
“Over here’s the kitchen,” I said, going to the open counter just past the living room and dumping the bags on top.
Misha came up beside me and set his bags alongside mine.
“Wow,” he said. “This is great. I love it. I love it!”
Light shone in his eyes. “You did this for me.”
I had done it for myself just as much. The bond made me feel pushy, greedy. But it also gave me an urgency to do anything for him. Give him all I could, whatever he wanted.
“This is your home now,” I said. “And mine.”
Chapter Nineteen
Misha
