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She passed a thumb over his temple, hearing all the unsaid words in that admission. "You haven't been sleeping."
"Not much." Boot and sock removed, he dusted his fingers over her ankle and bent to plant a humid kiss right on top of her foot. Zorah released the smallest of sighs as he lifted his face toward hers. "It'll be better now."
Gazing down at him, at the open vulnerability and absolute trust, turned her insides to a quivery mess. She'd dreamt of a Prince Charming, an Alpha with endless charm and unassailable virtue. Jake wasn't that. He wasn't rich or powerful or charming. He was flawed and wounded and working so hard every single day to hold himself together. But he was brave and pure of heart, and she loved him. She did. So, so much.
She cupped his smooth, freshly shaved cheek. "I love you, Jake."
His eyes welled, and he turned his head to press a kiss to her palm. "Love you too, Zorah. Welcome home."
CHAPTER 42
Jake
He smelled the fire before he stepped through the door. If he hadn't been so wrapped up with his beautiful Omega, he might've noticed it sooner.
"Oh!" Zorah released a surprised gasp, her hand coming up to cover her mouth at what she found inside.
Besides the fire, neatly stoked and waiting for them in a finished stone hearth, the cabin had been transformed from a primitive floor and four walls to a cozy single-room living space. A bedframe (and mattress), piled with clean and plush-looking bedding, replaced his rough bed. A small feast of bread, cheese, fruit, and preserves along with a jug of fresh water, rested on a small side table. Even a tied-rag rug covered the floor by the bed, perfect for protecting newly awakened toes from the frigid morning air.
"Did you do all this?" Zorah asked, lovingly running her hand over the pile of blankets.
"No." The sight of his girl, his Omega, in such close proximity to an honest-to-goodness bed got his motor more than a little hot. But he tore his eyes away to survey the room again, still in disbelief over what he was seeing or how to even understand it. His voice cracked as he said, "Whoever did it must've snuck up here while we were eating supper."
The Pack had done this. The Omegas probably organized it, but they'd surely needed Alphas help to carry the furniture. They'd gone out of their way to take care of him — of them — and that fact socked him right in the gut. The back of Jake's throat burned, tears of gratitude and deep feeling fighting their way to the surface. With a brusque wipe, he dashed the wetness from his eyes. Happy tears or not, now wasn't a time for crying.
"Jake, come to bed," Zorah said, her voice soft and husky and overfull with implication.
His head turned so fast he almost made himself dizzy.
But there sat his Omega, golden skin and bare shoulders peeking out from underneath the covers. Somehow, in his processing about the room, she'd managed to disrobe and crawl into the pristine bed and now regarded him with a sultry, half-lidded look that sent blood rushing to his groin.
He stalked toward her, pulling off his coat and yanking his shirts over his head as fast as he could. His fingers found the button of his pants, and he got rid of those, too, his skin prickling with the need to warm itself against hers. Placing a knee on the mattress, he paused to let the cold air of the room nip at him, knowing that in a moment, the raging inferno in his body would rise to the surface and heat them both to boiling. That bed wouldn't be pristine for much longer.
"Did you decide?" he asked, gently pulling back the cover and slipping in next to her. "About the mark?"
"Maybe," she said, sighing gently as he pulled her into his arms.
The swell of her smooth belly brushed against his already-hard cock in a womanly caress.Fuck, she felt good. Soft and warm and all his.
Her lips spread in a secret smile. "I may have an idea or two."
"Tell me." Jake bent his head, taking those smiling lips for his own.
He tasted her, citrus and sunshine, swallowing the soft groan she made as if he could drink the answer from the source. Her tongue slipped past his lips, licking into his mouth with hungry greediness. She clutched at his shoulders, her tiny hands and dull nails biting into his skin and sending arousal roaring through his body. They'd waited so long for this. Too long, and now the need demolished every plan he'd had for slow and sensual reunion lovemaking. Next time. Next time would be slow.
For now, his Omega wanted this, wantedhim, just as much as he wanted her, and with that thought, suddenly, he couldn't slow. His hands were everywhere: holding her breasts, teasing her nipples, massaging her ass, hiking her thigh over his hip to spread her hot little sex open and wide for his impatient dick.
At every clasp and pinch, she met him in kind, her back arching into his touch and her hips angling and bucking to grind her slit against him. She clutched at his back and grabbed his ass, pulling his cheeks apart and sliding a finger down his cleft like the dirty sex monster she'd become.
"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back on the pillow. "Don't do that, or I'm going to come right now."
He rolled to his back, bringing Zorah up to perch on top of him so he could look at her. She was a fucking sight: all glassy eyes, dark with blown pupils, flushed cheeks, and puffy, kiss-abused lips. Breasts, large and heavy, stared him straight in the face like two mouthwatering cakes he wanted to take a bite out of. Long, dark hair, shiny and perfectly tousled, fell over her shoulders and tickled the tight points of her nipples.
He reached up, rolling those hard nubs between his thumb and forefinger till she shuddered and her pelvis rocked forward.
"You're so far away," she pouted and reached for his shoulders. "I want you closer."
"Whatever you want." Jake maneuvered himself to sitting, his back braced against the headboard, with Zorah's legs straddling his lap and his aching cock poised and pulsating right outside her wet heat. The position, given their height difference, brought them almost to eye-to-eye. He kissed her again, murmuring against her lips, "Where do you want that bite, sweetheart?"
