Page 15 of His Orc Warrior (Human Omegas for Monster Alphas #1)
Lucas
I woke in my mate’s arms, his body taking up three-quarters of the bed. Not that I cared, because my spot was half on him—my legs draped over his body, my face nestled into his chest. I wanted to stay here always and forever.
But I couldn’t.
I needed to use the restroom. Bolg needed to go for a walk. And I had a mate who needed to eat—slowly and carefully.
Last night had been everything. The way we came together as one, the markings, the feeling of not knowing where he ended and I began. I didn’t know it could feel that way, and I was glad we waited until the air was cleared between his family and me, and I truly understood the way we were connected.
I climbed out of bed, padded into the bathroom to take care of business, then pulled on enough clothes to take Bolg outside. Little furball didn’t want to go out, instead wanting me to pick him up so he could snuggle with Thrain on the bed.
When we came back in, I was surprised to see Thrain wide awake and in the kitchen, brewing some coffee. I’d assumed he’d still be asleep and half planned on climbing back into bed with him. This worked too. As long as we were together.
“I was going to surprise you with breakfast.”
“Morning to you too, mate.” He came over to me and kissed the tip of my nose.
“I-I thought you’d like some coffee.” He smiled. “But I assure you, I will not turn away food from my mate.”
“You like it when I feed you, don’t you?” I thought back to that first night when I gave him some of my food.
He pulled his round lip between his teeth before answering. “You have no idea.” His voice was low, almost a purr. “There’s something so sensual about it. I absolutely, positively love it. And when you fed me those carrots? Oh yes, please.”
At the time, it felt so right; it was only after, I thought too much about it that I wondered if it was creepy. He for sure didn’t think it was, not with the way he was talking about it now—as if it was the most fabulous memory ever.
“I was worried you’d think it was gross.” I wrapped my arms around him as best I could. “I—I’m glad you liked it.”
“Got a spoiler for you.” He rubbed small circles on the small of my back. “I like everything you do.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I teased and walked my fingers up his chest, grinning. “You’ll discover my annoying trait soon enough.”
He shook his head.
“Everyone’s got them.”
“Annoying traits?” He gave my ass a playful smack. “You think I have an annoying trait?”
“Yep. I don’t know what it is yet, but I’ll figure it out.” I lifted on tiptoe for a kiss. “I plan to find out everything about you.”
His eyes met mine. “Same.”
I rolled my eyes. “Go sit down. I’m going to make you some French toast.”
It was the quickest and easiest meal I could think of that still felt special. Eggs, bread, milk, vanilla, and cinnamon or nutmeg or both. It wasn’t the healthiest of meals, but it wasn’t as if we hadn’t worked the calories off the night before. We deserved a yummy delicious warm breakfast.
It didn’t take long to whip it up, and we chatted while I worked. We had a lot of things to figure out. He had his village and I had my place here. Being apart wasn’t going to work for either one of us, but moving forward was going to require some changes in our life.
We left all of that on the back burner, instead talking about Bolg and taking him to the park, discussing what our week looked like, and what we should do on our next day together. There was plenty of time to worry about the big stuff. Today was about enjoying our new mating bond.
“What do you like on yours?” I set his plate in front of him. “Butter? Syrup? Sugar?”
“I…” He hesitated. “My mom’s jam.”
Now that she didn’t hate me, I was going to need to get all of her recipes.
I grabbed it from the fridge, set it on the table, and we ate together. I knew without a doubt this was going to be the first of many, many, many mornings together.
And honestly? If I had my way, it was the first of every morning. Because I couldn’t envision a future where he wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up and the last one before I went to bed.
We had a few things to figure out first, but they were all details. The big stuff, the stuff that mattered, we’d worked our way through already. He was mine. I was his. And that was that.
All that was left were the pesky little details.
“I have a bite left.” I put it on my fork and lifted it to my mate’s mouth. “Would you like it?”
He opened his mouth and once the fork was inside, he wrapped his lips around it, closing his eyes, and making an mmmm sound. “I think you are trying to get me back into bed, mate.”
“That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On whether it’s working.” I set my fork down.
“Oh, trust me, mate, it’s working. It. Is Working.” And before I knew it, I was in his arms and we were heading back to the bedroom. The dishes were going to have to wait.