Page 77 of Worthy Promises
“Sunday is the last time I will leave you. A few nights apart is all we have left.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Worth said, pleased that Oliver was as excited as he was about sharing their lives.
“You can count on me.”
Touched, Worth kissed Oliver again, then forced himself to once again head for the house. “I know it. I’m here for you too.”
“I’ve never doubted that.”
Feeling on top of the world, Worth laughed as he opened the door and a flash of hot pink and black climbed up on Oliver’s shoulder. “Good thing we didn’t keep her waiting any longer.”
As Asteria snuggled against Oliver, Worth wondered why Fate had taken so long to bring the owl shifter into his life…and what he’d ever do without him.
Chapter 26
It’d been such an exciting day that Oliver hadn’t taken the time to finish the last of his unpacking. As he pulled his toiletry bag out of his suitcase, his gaze kept straying to the mural behind the high padded headboard. Jeremiah had painted a masterpiece featuring Worthington’s incredible dragon and Oliver’s snowy owl. To the side of the stately white nightstand on Oliver’s side of the bed, Jeremiah had added Orion, Zarasha, and Asteria.
The trio had their eyes to the sky above D’Vaire, and Jeremiah had changed the backyard into an expanded version of the extraordinary garden tended by Dravyn and Killian daily. It was by far the most moving piece of art Oliver had ever seen, and it brought him and his beast contentment.
“Give that to me so you can keep appreciating the lovely artwork of our talented Jeremiah, Owlie,” Worthington insisted, holding out his hand for the last thing Oliver needed to unpack.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Tearing his eyes from the gorgeous painting dominating an entire wall in the romantic pink-and-white fantasy room Larissa had created for them, Oliver watched Worthington saunter to the bathroom. The dragon had a sexy stride that never failed to entice Oliver. A surge of emotions rushed throughOliver. They didn’t have to spend another night apart. No more staring at the ceiling, wishing he could be with Worthington or demanding sleep claim him.
Oliver’s days of being alone were gone. While solitude had dominated Oliver’s life until he met Worthington, he didn’t want just anyone at his side. Only Worthington would do. The kind, funny, honest, and gorgeous man had changed Oliver forever. His beast hooted in his throaty way as love flowed through him the moment Worthington stepped back into their bedroom. His bare feet landed on the plush Oriental rug beneath the ornate white bedframe.
Unlike Oliver, Worthington had already changed into his nightwear, and his owl-covered pajamas hung low on his hips. Worthington had done more than put Oliver’s bag in the bathroom—he’d also lost his T-shirt. His smooth pecs and the taut muscles of his belly were highlighted beautifully by the elegant chandelier above their heads.
It was pointless to deny himself the pleasure of touching Worthington, so Oliver walked toward him, and his hands landed just above the dragon shifter’s waistband. His fingers dug into the warm smooth skin of his mate, and that was all it took to have his blood run hot.
“Please tell me you’ve finally finished unpacking,” Worthington said, his lips landing on Oliver’s cheek.
“I need to throw my suitcase in my closet.”
“Or we could toss it on the floor and leave it for morning.”
Lifting his chin, Oliver sealed their mouths together and darted his tongue in to taste his other half. As he always did, Worthington allowed Oliver to take the lead. Worthington’s surrender had Oliver’s cock jerking in his chinos. Tugging Worthington closer, Oliver focused on nothing but pleasing the man he adored.
Worthington’s arms came around Oliver, and they stood there for countless minutes enjoying kiss after kiss. If Oliver had never learned how exquisite Worthington looked the moment his climax ripped through him, he would’ve been content to do nothing but make out all night. But Oliver loved those moments when Worthington unraveled far too much to deny either of them further passion.
“Let’s go to bed,” Oliver whispered.
“Help me throw these pillows out of the way.”
With amusement, Oliver didn’t argue as Worthington escaped his embrace and rushed to their bed. Larissa had added tons of pillows with varying textures in shades of pink and the stark white of Oliver’s beast. They were heaped on a remarkable bedspread of velvet and dragonskin. Since Oliver wanted nothing to happen to the heavy blanket, he tugged it to the end of the bed as Worthington plucked the suitcase off the mattress.
Once Oliver was satisfied that nothing would mar their new furnishings, he yanked his shirt from his waistband and unbuttoned only enough of it to rip it over his head. On the other side of the bed, Worthington lifted the sheet and slid under it.
“Absolutely not,” Oliver stated emphatically.
Worthington’s blue gaze widened, and Oliver noted with pride that his cheeks were already flushed with passion. “What’s wrong?”
“Get those pants off.”
With a sly smile, Worthington wiggled as Oliver tugged off his socks and went to work on his zipper. Worthington held up his pajamas a few seconds later and tossed them on the carpet.
