Page 63 of His Snowbound Omega

“It’s not necessary anymore,” he replied. “However, that does mean all our agreed-upon terms are null.”

“What do you mean?”

“A claimed omega can’t live separately from his alpha. As soon as the blizzard passes, we’re moving you into the manor. No arguing. Think it through, sweetheart. It’s the best way to guarantee you’re able to get everything on your list.”

“List?”

“Fucking me whenever you want?” He smirked devilishly. “Aster might not be a baby, but that hardly means I want him walking in on me pounding his big brother’s tight ass.”

Thorn’s lips twisted in disgust.

“See what I mean?” Baal laughed. “The manor is huge. Plenty of room for all of us to live comfortably together without having to be on top of one another. Although,” he motioned to their current position, “you can expect to find yourself underneath me often.”

“What if I want to be on top?” he teased.

“Then I’ll roll over and you can ride me to your heart's content.” The alpha sobered some. “My job is dangerous. The White Frost has many enemies. But I promise I’ll always protect you and Aster. I’ll keep you safe, and I’ll let you do the one thing you’ve been unknowingly craving to do for years.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll let you live your life,” Baal said. “For yourself.”

“And my alpha.” He smiled.

“I wouldn’t hate being included.”

Thorn wasn’t going to give this place up, but he could see the logic in Baal’s suggestion. With Aster set to return soon, it made sense for them to move somewhere with more space where he could further adjust.

“Stop thinking about all of the ways this will benefit your brother,” the alpha scolded. “I just made you the third most powerful member of the mafia. Don’t you have questions?”

He wasn’t sure being the mate of the underboss automatically made him a powerful member of the White Frost, but that was neither here nor there. Thorn didn’t have any more interest in the mafia than he had at the start of all of this. The only member he cared about was the one who’d swept him off his feet, both literally and figuratively.

“I’m sure I will,” he said. “But they can wait.”

“You can’t possibly be suggesting we have sex right now. Aren’t you still sore?”

“Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Omega.”

“As long as you go slow, I should be fine.”

Baal clicked his tongue and stood, pulling Thorn off the ground as well, only to turn and deposit him onto the couch. He laughed when Thorn pursed his lips. “Don’t pout. We’re going to be trapped here for a while. We can afford to pace ourselves.”

“Huh?” Thorn stood and glanced out the window, noticing the snow came almost all the way up to the bottom of the ledge. The storm was still raging, and their cars were nothing more than mountains of white in the driveaway. “Shit.”

“It’s a good thing you have an alpha who doesn’t just think about keeping your hole full.” Baal ambled into the kitchen. “The fridge is stocked, so we’ll be fine here. The only thing is you’ll have to wait for your flowers. No delivery service will make it in this weather.”

Thorn shifted on the cushions so he could watch the alpha as he moved about the kitchen, getting things out to make breakfast. “What’s with the flowers, anyway?”

“You don’t like them?”

“I do.”

“White roses symbolize new beginnings,” he explained. “They always made me think of you. Of the life I hoped we’d one day share.”

“I thought for sure you were going to say because they’re covered in thorns.”

“That too.” Baal cracked a couple of eggs into a pan and then came back over while they started to cook. Resting his palms against the armrest, he leaned over the couch and gave Thorn a kiss that was over far too quickly. “Tell me you meant everything you said. That you aren’t secretly angry I forced the bite, and you aren’t biding your time until I’m not looking.”