Page 5 of Mink Hijinks
“Actually,” I start again. “I really can’t share if you’re an Alpha.” I look at Aaron.
“Which I am.” He leans over and snuffles along my neck without touching me, sending goosebumps down my spine. “But you don’t have to worry about me. If we hook up, I can’t get humans pregnant.”
“You can’t?” I tip my head. “Hey! What makes you think we might hook up?”
“Sugar, you’re about to go into Heat. We’ll be lucky if we make it to dinner before you’re begging for my knot.”
Branson’s eyes go wide. “I can certainly pay for an Omega only hotel if you’d like Mr. Freely.”
“No.” It takes everything in me not to stomp my foot. “I booked this place because it was supposed to be sweet and homey and everything I wanted during my Heat. A hotel won’t be like…” I wave my hand around at the decorations. “This.”
“Ah,” Branson pokes his head through the door and says. “You decorated. It’s beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Aaron says. “I do like making places feel like home wherever I am.”
I sigh and squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “I’ll stay.”
“Really?” Branson seems so relieved, and his shoulders drop.
“Yes, really. I don’t have the energy to deal with anything right now. Plus—” I turn to glare at Aaron. “I have my Heat supplies, so I won’t be needing your Alpha services.” My cheeks are so hot you could probably cook three eggs on them.
Aaron smirks and turns back to Branson. “It seems like my room mate over reacted to his first time seeing a shifter. If you’ll excuse us, I’ll teach him some manners over the course of our stay.” He closes the door in Branson’s face and focuses his attention on me again.
My mouth drops open and I close it. “Sorry. I just never expected to find something in the bed and that something looked like a giant fucking rat under the covers.”
Aaron holds up a hand. “I prefer you not use that kind of language. Unless we’re in the bedroom.” He winks and sashays away, leaving me open-mouthed again.
“By the way,” Aaron hollers from the bedroom. “You’re very sexy in your underpants and socks.”
How the hell did I forget that’s all I was wearing?
AARON
It’s one thing to awaken to something unusual. It’s another to be called an animal you’re not. Not that I have anything against rats or rat shifters. Both are noble creatures on their own. But I ammink.
I wait to see what Pax does. Will he join me in the bedroom and tell me off and then we’ll make out until he begs me to fuck him? Will he ignore me? Will he storm in here and want to talk? I plop onto the edge of the bed and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
What the hell? I push to my feet and tiptoe across the floorboards, hoping they don’t groan under my weight. I’m not a small man, with muscles announcing I’m more than likely an Alpha. I could probably pick Pax up with my pinky finger. Not thathe’sa small man. For an Omega, he’s nicely built. There aren’t many Omegas that look like him. Most are thin and have low muscle tone by nature, but Pax, he’s different. His body tells me he wants more than to be seen as an Omega. He wants to be seen as simply Pax. At least that’s the vibes I get from the man.
I push the door open just slightly to look out into the living room. What I find has me chuckling. The poor man must havehad a long flight, then the fright of discovering shifters are in fact real and not myth must have exhausted him. He’s passed out on the couch with his knees to his chest. I pad toward him as softly as I can and shake out the blanket from the arm of the couch to lie over him.
Pax is peaceful in sleep. His long lashes brush his cheeks. His short hair is a mess and I want to brush it all into place. But I won’t touch him without permission. I don’t want him to see me or other shifters as a threat. So, to keep the peace, I make my way to the kitchen to bake. Hopefully, by the time he wakes I have some treats he likes finished.
“So, it wasn’t a dream.” Pax’s voice is thick from sleep and I turn to face him. Sadly, he’s in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans now. I’m still in my silk robe. Sue me. I like the way it feels against my skin. I protect it with a red apron I found in the drawer and I look like a Valentine’s Day ad instead of getting ready for Christmas.
“No, it wasn’t a dream, but I can be your dream.” I wink at him as I blow a kiss.
Surprising the absolute sugar and spice right out of me, he mime’s catching the kiss and blows one right back.
“Sorry for being an asshole earlier. It really was rude of me to act the way I did, meeting your animal.”
I blink back at him. The timer buzzes, breaking me out of my stupor. “It’s nothing.” I slide oven mitts on my hands and rush to the oven to pull out mini pumpkin loaves. I made four and hope they’re enough.
“Do you own a bakery? Is that what makes you semi-famous?” Pax asks as he drops a few potholders onto the counter for me to plop the tray on.
