Page 29 of Golden Desires

There’s a press of something hard against my ass. When I realize it’s his dick, a quiet gasp escapes me.

Rather than jump from the bed like I would have in the past if I had woken up with a man wrapped around me, I wiggle against Ky. With a groan, his hips thrust forward, and he buries his nose against the crook of my neck, as he inhales deeply.

I’m panting now, excitement and desire swirl in my chest, and I feel a dampness between my legs. I’ve touched myself before, but rarely. None of those moments compare to this one. The press of Ky’s hand against my abdomen travels lower, and I spread my legs to give him better access.

My pheromones are going crazy, as the scent of my slick fills the air. I let out a moan when Ky’s hand nearly reaches the place I need it most. His hips jerk against me once again, but as he releases another groan, he suddenly freezes.

“Goldie?” he rumbles, his voice deeper this morning.

“Ky,” I whisper back, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he jumps out of bed with so much force, I’m shocked I don’t fly out on the other side. “Oh!” I yelp, spinning around to see what’s wrong, but Ky is already in the doorway of his bedroom.

“I’m so sorry, Goldie!” he says, his voice filled with regret. The devastated look in his eyes breaks my heart, but before I can reassure him, he’s disappearing, and slamming the door in his wake.

I’m not sure what I did wrong that upset him. What caused him to bolt out of the room like a bat out of hell?

With a huff of frustration, I push the gray blanket to the side and throw my legs over the edge. The coldness of the floor seeps through my socks as I make my way out into the kitchen. I want a cup of tea, after that disaster. My stomach rumbles, and I guess I could also use some food.

I can smell them before I see them. There’s a basket of warm muffins on the counter, and I smile like a fool. Tea and muffins sound amazing. There’s no sign of the playful Alpha, but I know it was Cillian who made these. I wonder why he got started on his day so early.

When I accidentally use my injured wrist to reach for the mug on the shelf ahead of me, the lingering ache from yesterday is gone. I carefully unwrap the bandage from Aunt Alma and my jaw drops. The bruising that had been at the base of my wrist is nearly gone. I tentatively rotate my hand, but there’s no pain. I guess I didn’t break it after all.

I pull down a brown ceramic mug and a tin of tea. The kettle still sits steaming on the grate by the counter, so I quickly make a cup for myself.

Snagging a muffin next, I make my way over to the comfy window seat that drew my attention the first day. Since then someone has added the blanket I snuggled the first day as well as a few others. After I set my snack down on a well-placed empty shelf, I climb up among the cushions and settle back against the wall with the green blanket across my lap.

The curling steam coming off the mug carries scents of Earl Grey and chamomile tea, soothing me. I take a sip as I watch the sunlight paint the sky in the colors of dawn. Pinks and lilac give way to a bright blue. I can’t remember a morning where I felt this much peace. I don’t have any chores waiting on me. No hungry animals who will only be fed if I do all the work.

I’m nibbling at the delicious blueberry muffin when Cillian walks in the front door. The blast of cold sends a shiver down my spine, and I let out a short whine at the temperature. His eyes snap to mine as a brilliant smile overtakes his face.

“Good morning, Little Omega. How are you feeling?” he asks as he strides closer. There’s a knowing smirk tugging his lips up, and I try not to think about what he might have scented last night…or this morning.

In the crook of his elbow hangs a basket full of herbs and vegetables from the garden. His fingers are still covered in dirt, and he looks like he worked up a sweat, even though the morning chill would have me shivering out there. He takes the seat next to me, before placing the basket on the floor, and I notice it also contains some eggs. His body heat seeps into the space between us, and I turn, so I can face him better.

“Good morning, Cill. I’m good. I can see you’ve been busy this morning,” I tease as he looks at me. The sunlight catching the flinty steel color of his eyes distracts me as he reaches a hand out to push my long hair off my shoulder.

“I was just making sure I had what I needed for lunch and dinner today. I have someone to impress, after all. I see you already found the muffins.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I giggle. I can’t help it. I take another bite of the treat as an answer. Smirking at my response, he surprises me by leaning forward to place a kiss on my cheek.

“Are you still hungry? I can make you something more filling? I was thinking eggs.”

“Oh, um, yes, please. Eggs sound delicious.” I know I’m blushing, but I can’t help it. The muffin is tasty, but it’s small, and not very filling.

“Perfect. Sit back and settle in. I’m going to make you the best omelet of your life, then we’re going for a swim,” he says as he picks his basket up, stands, and turns to walk into the kitchen. “Enjoy your view, lovely. I’ll let you know when it's ready.” I watch as he removes his shirt, tossing it to the door. “Too dirty to cook in,” he adds, not looking my way this time, as he washes his hands. Cillian is a work of art. His body is sculpted, and very attractive. All the desire from before, with Ky, comes rushing back in as I observe Cillian.

“Wait. Swimming? It is way too cold for that,” I yelp, finally registering what he said. It took me an embarrassing amount of time for it to click.

“Mornings are always chillier up here than the rest of the day. By the time we’re done with breakfast, the water will be warm enough to swim in,” Cillian explains as he cleans the veggies. I don’t tell him I’ve never had an omelet. Or, if I did, I was too young to remember. I’ve experienced so many new things with these Alphas in the last two days. “Come on, Goldie. Think of it as an adventure.” He’s so encouraging. So happy and cheerful. It’s hard not to want to share in that.

“Okay, Cillian. If you promise to keep me warm,” I agree, and don’t miss the smirk he sends me over his shoulder. I didn’t mean for my words to sound suggestive, but I’m not about to take them back.

I watch him out of the corner of my eye as he moves confidently around the kitchen. I keep trying to focus on the book I’ve finally chosen to read, but no matter how many times I look away, I catch myself constantly returning to Cillian. I’m mesmerized by the flex of his muscles as he whisks the eggs. Why can’t I keep my eyes off of him?

The only thing that successfully draws my attention away from Cillian, is his brothers.

Skin. So much skin.

Aldair is chopping wood. Shirtless. I’ve never seen so many half-naked bodies. Toned, muscular Alpha bodies. The heat Cillian reignited builds as I watch Aldair. His muscles ripple with each downward swing of the ax. Swiping my hand across my chin, I check for drool. I feel like a starving animal with a slab of meat dangling before it.

Then there’s the man that sparked this fire inside me to begin with. Ky rests against the fence with Bear leaning over his shoulder for a scratch. His long blond hair has been swept up into a bun off of his shoulders. I chuckle when Bear gets pushy for attention and nips at his hair. From experience, I know that he better have a treat ready, or he’ll have a very sassy horse on his hands. I can’t help but notice that Ky looks tense, though.

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