Page 20 of Embracing the Stalk

Red, honey?

Still nothing.

I chuckled at what I’d achieved. Little old me had got his goat on and my mate had passed out again in the custard patch.

There was no panic this time… or not so much when I reached out to press a finger to his neck to check for a pulse. I really didn’t want the pride bursting into our room. Had I locked the door? Not that it would stop an alpha lion or a worried bull…or Red’s brothers.

Most definitely, I needed to keep my thoughts on the down low. I made sure Red was comfortable—and breathing—then lay down beside him and stroked the length of his spine, caressing his soft skin gently until a long time later, his eyelids fluttered open and he blinked dazedly at me.

“I…” Red coughed, back to looking like the color of his stalk. “I guess I passed out again?”

“You did,” I agreed, holding back my smug satisfaction. I was such a goaty god in the sack.

“I think you switched my brain off with your monster tongue,” he mumbled sheepishly.

I didn’t know whether to be offended or laugh, but he was totally sated, all his muscles relaxed, all the unhappiness of earlier that had etched his features drained away. I ran my hand down his back again and cupped his tight ass.

Yeah, I could live with a monster tongue when it could make him look this chill. “You leave it switched off, honey,” I crooned. I didn’t want to see him come online just yet.

“What about you?”

I looked at my engorged cock, which looked like it was ready for a battle. Selfish? No, that wasn’t me, and I snuggled into my stalk. “It can wait until you’re ready.”

“You’re so good to me.” Red flapped his hand at me. I caught it and held it tight before he smacked me in the face. “I love you, Gordy.”

My heart just melted into a gooey mess at his declaration, and the nickname. I leaned down to brush my lips over his lax mouth and we shared a sticky kiss. “I love you too, my sweet omega.”

My sigh was hard to contain when I saw the worry was back in his eyes.

“Are you sure—”

Placing a finger over his mouth, I considered my answer. “I’m sure about everything when it concerns you, darling.” It was not a lie. I’d spent so long waiting for this moment and now it was here, it all made sense. He was mine, and nothing else mattered.

With considerable effort, Red heaved himself over and wrapped himself around me. I swear my mate was part-rhubarb, part-octopus, neither of us caring that he rubbed his custard all over me.

“We smell like strawberries, cream and custard,” Red muttered into my neck. “We’re gonna stick together like rhubarb and custard candy.”

My thoughts drifted to a certain candy kink-fest we had arranged for Apollo and Glass.

“We could have one of those too,” Red murmured, reading my thoughts easily. “Not the kink, but the candy. I have a sweet tooth.”

With a wide, silly grin at how to please Red, I murmured, “I’ll put it on our sex-to-do list.”

“I like that idea. Gordon and Red, sexing to-do list.”

I chuckled into his neck. “We could sell the idea and make millions!”

I swear I heard an excited shriek in my head from a certain Alpha’s omega, but I ignored it. “OnlyGoats,” I muttered aloud.

“OnlyStalks,” he countered.

‘OnlyGoalks.” Maybe not that one. It was hard to pronounce.

“OnlyRhoots.”

“OnlyGoots.”

Red burst out laughing, rocking himself against me. “Now you’re just saying goats with a Scottish accent.”

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