Chapter 30 Corbin
Corbin
My beautiful Sweetheart begins breathing deep and steady, and I know that she’s fast asleep. I look at Gage, but he’s studying her face with quiet intensity, his thumb brushing along her cheek.
His eyes drag to mine. “I’d do anything for her,” he confesses.
I sigh. “She has that effect. But I’m not talking to you about anything like this.” Because I’m still buried deep in her pussy. Gage tries to suppress a laugh but fails.
“Help me with her. Keep her comfortable.” Gage gets up and puts his boxers and shirt back on, then strides to the kitchen and gets a washcloth, adding hot water to it.
He sits back down and helps me pass her off my lap.
My cock slips from her center, and I have to bite back a groan.
Gage settles her across his lap, gently wiping any mess away.
She sighs and stirs a little, but goes right back to sleep.
Once my boxers and shirt are back on, I take her feet into my lap, and we just rest there for a while.
“Gage,” I start, and I expect him to tell me to shut up or that he doesn’t want to hear it, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t look at me either, just stares down at Winnie, his hand stroking through her hair.
“When I left, I genuinely thought the pack would break up. We’d lost Nick.
I’d proven I couldn’t protect the pack, and he’d died for it.
I had no idea you were trying to hold it together.
I…” I pause, trying to gather my thoughts.
Doing this post heat spike probably wasn’t the best plan.
My brain feels a bit heat scattered. But Gage doesn’t interrupt, and I hope it’s because he’s listening.
“I need you to know that I’m so proud of what you did, and so grateful too.”
His eyes finally come up to meet mine, and it’s a blow to find them glassy.
“When Zeke bit her, I knew I’d failed,” he whispers hoarsely. All of Gage’s walls suddenly crumble under the touch of our beautiful mate, and I’m so glad I can finally be here to help him.
I grasp him by the back of the neck and pull him in. For a moment, I just let the rise and fall of his shoulders sink in. This has been a year in the making.
“I’m so sorry, Gage. I made a fucking bad decision. Can you forgive me?”
“I think at this point we’ve both made some shit ones,” he says, pulling away and meeting my eyes. “Let’s give this a go for her. But next time you’re having a crisis, how about leaning on your packmates instead of disappearing?”
I smile. “Deal.”
"I'm fucking glad to not be the dominant anymore." Gage admits.
I grunt. A deep empty well in my center that's been empty since Nick died starts to fill again.
We look down at Winnie.
“Should we put her in her bedroom?” Gage asks.
I shake my head. “Her bedroom is her nest. She told me that once.”
Gage’s brow furrows. “That’s not okay. This place is too small for her. What about her heat?”
My whole chest warms at the mention of her cycle. That’s the time most scent-sensitive omegas and alphas would bond.
“She hasn’t brought it up, so I’m not pressing.”
Gage still looks concerned.