That asshole really shouldhave woken me up to say goodbye, and I still have no idea if Magnum is mad at me about not sleeping with him last night. I can’t fix any of that right now, so I focus on enjoying the moment with Hawk.
When we make it downstairs, he doesn’t head directly into the kitchen. We end up in the living room, and he puts me down on the couch.
“Anything we bring in with us isn’t searched, but when we get things shipped in or delivered by courier, the gate guards search and scan the packages before bringing them up to the house.” Hawk grabs several open boxes off the coffee table and comes to take a seat next to me. “It’s not much, but I got you a few things.”
I pull my legs up, sitting cross-legged, facing him. “You got me goodies?” My hands fly together, and I excitedly clap as I rock in my seat.
He chuckles. “It’s not exactly comparable to the gifts Moretti likes to give, but yeah. I got you a few things.” He offers me the first box, and it’s conveniently already cut open.
I pop the sides, digging in with no shame.
Omegas are coded to love sweets and gifts.
It’s a universal fact.
Pulling the material out of the box, I give it a shake. It’s a hoodie, but super long—like it’ll go all the way down to my feet. It’s black and the outer material is soft like a hoodie while the inside is fuzzy.
“I love it,” I say, dropping it onto the couch next to me. “Thank you. It’ll be perfect for days I’m lounging around in the nest.”
“There’s more.” He holds out another large box.
I reach inside and pull out a package. This one is easy to tell what’s inside. It’s a heating pad. The next item in the box is a heated blanket, and my eyes get misty.
“Did you buy all of this specifically because I was cold?”
“I’ve been meaning to get you a few things.” He shrugs. “And I wanted your courting gifts to be meaningful or at the very least something useful.” It’s hard to tell with the full beard, but the apples of his cheeks turn red.
“D-Did you say you want to court me?” I choke out.
His head bobs. “If you’re open to that…”
I’m about as graceful as a wallowing walrus as I struggle to climb over the boxes and onto Hawk’s lap, but the smile that crosses his face takes away any self-conscious thoughts.
His hands land under my thighs as I kneel over him, cradling his jaw in my hands. His beard is wicked fluffy—soft and crunchy all at once.
Hawk is handsome.
Maybe not in the traditional way, like Magnum or Moretti, but I’m just as attracted to Hawk as I am to either of them. He’s steady and comforting, and I love the way he makes me feel safe. There’s something about him that sets me at ease in a way I haven’t felt with another human being.
“You’re the first person to ever ask me that,” I say, running my fingers through his beard. “And yes, I want that so much.”
I crash my lips to his, marveling at how his beard feels brushing my face.
My hands fall to his shoulders, and he weaves his fingers into my hair. His lips are plush and soft against mine.
He’s commanding without being controlling, but that sums up Hawk in general. He’s not bossy like Moretti, and he still manages to signal to my instincts that I can give in and enjoy the experience because he’s got everything under control.
He grips my ass and hair, holding me in place as he devours my mouth. His smoky campfire scent is everywhere, and each gasping breath makes me needier.
I’m just about to beg him to stretch me out over the couch when he pulls back, nuzzling his nose to mine.
“All right, sweetheart. Let’s get you some lunch.” He stands, bringing me with him before I can offer alternate arrangements.
I could worry I did something wrong, but I don’t.
This is Hawk.
He’s always serious and focused.
