Page 66 of His Snowbound Omega

“What’s the occasion?”

“Do I need one to want to spend time with you?”

“Someone seems to be forgetting how we woke up this morning.” Thorn had been draped over Baal’s chest, his cock still buried inside of him. “Wespend timetogether frequently.”

Baal clicked his tongue and conceded. “If we go back home right now, you’ll just get sad about Aster not being there. Let’s go to the cabin instead. I’ll cook you dinner. We can cuddle and chat on the couch, and—”

“Fuck in front of the fireplace?” Thorn felt his dick twitch. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“I am rather convincing, aren’t I?”

He hummed in agreement. “You did convince me to fall for you.”

Baal reached over and took his hand, linking their fingers together.

This wasn’t the first time they’d visited the cabin since the night of the White Hunt, but Thorn found himself thinkingabout it. About how nervous and afraid he’d been in the back of the taxi, headed toward uncertainty.

How alone he’d felt.

Things had changed so drastically since then.

Thorn leaned back, enjoying the view of snow glittering under beams of golden sunlight and the warmth of his alpha at his side.