Page 16 of Alpha Dragon's Wings of Love

Of course, one thing led to another and when we were lying naked on the sofa, knotted together, I whispered in his ear, “No cookies until you tell me what your boss said.”

“Oh that? I start tomorrow. He just had to lecture me a little first. Cookies now?”

“Umm…”

“I mean, after we’re not connected.” Tightening around my knot, he made me shudder as well. “Do you mind if we stay here, at least for now?”

“On the couch?”

“In this home you made for me.”

“We can stay as long as you like, omega. On the couch, in the house, or in the kitchen eating cookies.”

Chapter Twelve

Casey

“This is ridiculous.” I slammed the refrigerator door and turned to my mate, hands balled into little fists at my hips. “We’re going into town. We’re buying groceries. That is that.”

Our lack of groceries was every bit as much my fault as it was his. Every time we said we were going, something happened to distract us. Fine, the something that happened was always wanting to get naked together, but still, we were thwarted and were at the point where there was nothing left aside from one more box of cookie mix, and a beagle couldn’t live on cookies alone.

He laughed, eyes warm. “You are freaking adorable when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad—I’m hangry. There’s a difference.” Not much of one but a difference nonetheless.

“Well, you’re adorable when you’re hangry, too. And yes, we need to go to town. We should’ve gone long before now, but I’m a selfish dragon and wanted to keep you all to myself.”

“You still can,” I said, walking past him, “just…with food.”

I grabbed the keys and walked out the door, my mate following right behind. If we stayed inside much longer, the odds of us getting naked instead of getting groceries were only going to increase. There was time for that…later.

The drive to town was shorter than I thought it’d be. Not quick enough for oops-we-forgot-milk or an onion-would-elevate-this-dish type of errands but not an imposition either. It was definitely more of a plan-a-day-trip sort of errand location.

The town was small. Like, small-small or find-it-on-a-post-card small. It was quaint and resembled every small town in a cozy mystery. There was one coffee shop/café, a diner, a post office that doubled as a town hall, a hospital that looked more like a tiny elementary school than a full medical facility, a junk store, and a real estate office. That was basically it on the main strip we passed through on the way to the grocery store.

“Should we stop for coffee?” I asked.

“No,” he replied immediately. “Sam makes the worst coffee. They’re cool enough, and their baked goods are decent, if you hit them on baking day, but the coffee? We’re better off at home.”

“Sam a friend of yours?” I’d been under the impression my mate had spent all of his time here alone. I was happy to hear him talking about someone else.

“Sam’s everyone’s friend,” he said, flipping the blinker as we approached a stop sign. “One of those people who knows everyone in town. Also, he’s a hedgehog. Cute as can be when he shifts. Not so much in person.”

“Why not?”

“It’s the haircut.” My mate was obviously amused, and I didn’t get the sense he was being mean. More that he was giving me facts while filling me in on local gossip.

I blinked. “What do you mean, it’s the haircut?”

“I mean, he watched some YouTube video on how to cut your own hair…and now he does.”

“Ohhh. Yikes.” I cringed. “I was that person in high school. It resulted in me getting my head shaved after spending far too much time trying to fix it, only to make it worse.”

“I bet you looked great.” My mate saw me as a much better-looking person than I was. I didn’t mind, but it made him not fully understand the stories I sometimes told.

“And it was ugly.”

“That bad?”

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