Page 30 of Our Haunted Omegas
“Do I come across as a dragon who would run from a challenge?” his words came out blanketed in a low, throatydraconic growl. Mischief danced in his eyes, reminding me the world wasn’t actually ending right now, my brain just wanted to trick me into believing it was.
“Not really,” I said, drawing out the words unsure of what he wanted to hear.
“Good. Now that we’re alone,” he said and I glanced down at his lap before he could finish his sentence. He was hard, pressing against his pants. Of course his dick was hard. He’d bitten me and then I snuggled right into him. I should’ve---
“Ummm…. Please never give me a pity hand job,” Cobalt said, meeting my gaze, all the playfulness gone from his expression.
“I didn’t mean it like that! Sure, I should’ve done something for you—”
“No,” he shook his head. “We’ve got to take the should out of our sex talk unless it’s we should have sex because we’re both in the mood. If you want to play with my dick, I’m probably down for it but I don’t want you to add it to your list of chores or something.”
He was full of surprises. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though, should I? He hadn’t pushed for anything since I met him. At this rate, I’d have to believe I needed to buy a bat to keep people away from him because the world really was falling into his bed just for the hell of it.
“It takes two to fall into bed,” Cobalt said, blushing, “but I like that visual.”
“Of what? The people falling into your bed or the bat?”
“Both,” he laughed. “I always erred on the side of ‘try to be impressive’ rather than trying to ‘wear’ down someone’s no to a yes. That’s not a fucking yes. Look, I like sex. It’s probably my favorite hobby but no one needs it to live. Well, maybe people under the incubi and succubi umbrellas but they’re few and far between and no one owes them sex either.”
“You make it sound like I had people knocking down the door and begging to dick me down,” I said, blushing at the words as they rolled off my tongue. “Just in case you haven’t figured it out, I didn’t. Don’t get me wrong. I love sex. Well, I love the buzzy feeling of arousal and touch and cumming. I love how it makes my heart race and makes it hard to be anxious because my nervous system is so fucking preoccupied with all the sensations that anxiety doesn’t get to step in and take over.”
He arched a brow at me and I opened my mouth, figuring I didn’t explain it well enough, but he spoke before I got another word out.
“Are you telling me I should get you off whenever you have a panic attack?” he asked, and my face burnt red hot.
“Not exactly” I shook my head. “Was that rhetorical or were you actually asking?”
“Actually asking,” he said. “It’s a bit iffy in your head.”
“Because if I’m having a panic attack and you try to dothat,you’re likely to get bit,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
“So, it’s like a preventative?” Cobalt arched his brow, turning sideways on the seat to face me.
“Sort of,” I said and glanced away. Why was it so hard to look at him now? Sex was one of the few things that usually didn’t cause me anxiety.
“We don’t have to talk about this,” Cobalt said, holding up a trembling hand in explanation.
“Sorry,” I said and bit my lip. “It helps when anxiety comes from overthinking.”
“That makes sense. If your brains are fucked out it’s hard to think,” Cobalt shrugged.
“You’re evil. You know that, right?” I asked, trying to ignore how slick I was. Maybe he was right. Maybe I just needed my brains fucked out.
“That true-mate response magic would love that,” he said.
“Like you wouldn’t.”
“Never said that,” he shrugged. “Now, do you want to sit in the truck all day, go inside, or explore?”
I thought about it for a minute. Inside the truck wasn’t the worst place to be now that I was alone with my mate. Sure, I’d have to deal with Ambry being mad at me later. Then again, I still needed to check out the cabin. The guys had shown us photos of the cabin’s interior for our approval but seeing in person was believing. Also, exploring would help me locate possible problems before they became threats and---
“Too many choices?” Cobalt asked, a welcomed wrecking ball smashing into my overthinking.
“Too many things to do.”
“Most of those things were done by the cabin’s well-paid caretakers,” Cobalt shrugged. “We can do them again, though.”
He opened the truck door ticking one option off the list. A gentle breeze ruffled the air, bringing the scent of a lake and the mountain to my nose. My wolf stretched and yawned inside his inner sanctum and we both blinked at the bright sunlight pouring onto us as we stepped out of the truck. I stretched, copying him and realizing how stiff I was from sitting in the truck so long. Cobalt shut the door behind me and a second later I was between him and the truck letting out a squeak that made me feel more mouse than wolf.
