Chapter Fourteen
Snowed In
M alichai
The storm continues to rage outside as Lyrik lies sprawled across my chest in the darkness, sleeping peacefully. I can’t believe I finally got the girl I’ve always dreamed of, and it’s better than I ever imagined. For the first time since I can remember, my dragon is also peaceful. There is no roaming around in my mind, roaring, snorting, or trying to force his way through. He is content.
But Lyrik and I didn’t discuss what this meant. Things were said in the heat of the moment, but I know that doesn’t mean she’ll let me keep her. I did mark her, claim her, and she is mine, but I can’t imagine forcing her to do something she doesn’t want.
I don’t know where we will go from here, and quite frankly, I don’t care, as long as I have her by my side. We could stay in the Capitol or move somewhere else, as long as we are together. Fuck the family. I don’t care what it costs to have the woman I have always wanted.
“What are you thinking about?” Her soft voice filters into my thoughts. “I can hear your brain working over the howling wind.” She presses a kiss to the skin above my heart.
“The future.” I smile.
“And what does that look like?” She sounds nervous.
“Right now? Fucking you on every available surface in this cabin while hoping the storm lasts another week,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. A chuckle escapes me at her gasp of mock outrage.
“I could probably live with that,” she sasses, and I swat her delectable ass beneath the blanket.
Sitting upright against the headboard, I pull her into my side.
“I’m not sure about the rest,” I say. “What I want may be...” My words taper off. I don’t want to overwhelm her.
“What?” she asks, looking up at me through her lashes.
“I want it all,” I confess. “I want to build a life with you, and I’m terrified if I push too fast, I’ll lose you.”
I don’t look at her as I say all of this. This woman is my life, my future. And if she denies me, I don’t know how I will ever recover. My dragon will certainly become uncontrollable if our mate denies us. Lyrik moves away from me, and my heart sinks. Maybe I have jumped to the wrong conclusion. I could want more than she is willing to give. Maybe this time in the cabin is all I will ever have with her.
What if this is a one-time thing? A fling in the storm before she returns to her life. I won’t be able to see her and remember what happened here without losing my mind.
She shocks me by swinging her leg over my lap, straddling me, her warm pussy flush with my already hardening cock. She takes my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her.
“I love you, Malichai,” she says. Honesty shines brightly in her blue-grey gaze, a beautiful smile gracing her features. “I don’t care if you want to live on the moon. I want to be wherever you are.”
“And the family? I’m in charge now, I can’t leave it behind this time.” I’m testing the waters, but if this isn’t what she wants I will give it up in a heartbeat.
“Then I suppose I’ll stand by your side,” she replies quickly “I never thought of being an omega for an Elite Alpha, but I’m sure it can’t be that bad. You did mark me for the world to see.” Her hand touches my bite mark as a small smile crosses her features.
“Thank fuck.” I breathe the words around the knot in my throat as my lips crash down on hers.
****
“H arder!” she screams as my hips piston against her ass.
Lyrik’s body is thrown over the back of the couch. I wrap my hand in her hair for leverage and do precisely as she demands, using all my power to thrust into her hot, wet cunt. The sounds around us are obscene, dirty, and perfect.
It’s been four days of being snowed in, and I can honestly say they have been the best four days of my life. My dragon is content, and my woman is happy, finally in my arms.
“Come for me, Princess,” I command, smacking her ass on another punishing stroke.
She goes off like a fucking rocket. Her walls gripping my length and keeping me locked inside her, milking me as my own orgasm sweeps through. For long moments, neither of us speaks, our panting harsh in the silent cabin.
“Are you sure you want to head back to the Capitol now that the storm has passed?” I ask, stroking my hand down her spine before stepping away from her. “We could stay here a little longer.”
“This is where I came when everyone else had somewhere to go,” she replies, redressing. “I didn’t want to be a burden on anyone or for people to pity me.”
“Princess...”
“But now, I have somewhere to go, someone to go to.” Her smile is brilliant.
“And you always will.”
She smiles beautifully as we redress, grabbing our bags and heading out to my truck. I will drive us home and then send someone to retrieve her car. I don’t want to spend a moment away from her.
Driving down the mountain, I know we still need to have a conversation, one that neither of us is looking forward to.
“Princess,” I say, drawing her attention to me. We need to talk about some stuff. “I know you don’t want to, but there are things I need to know.”
I see the happiness drain from her eyes. She stares straight ahead. “Fine.”
“I need to know if you want to live at the Black estate.”
“What?”
“Whatever happened is in the past, but we are building a future. I don’t want you to live in a house that will hurt you. I’ll burn it to the fucking ground and build a new one if that’s what you need.”
“Pull over.”
I stare at her for a moment before doing what she wants. There isn’t much space on the single lane, but I try to get out of the way in case someone else needs to pass. The moment my truck stops moving, Lyrik is on my lap, kissing me like she hasn’t done it every day since we got snowed in.
When she pulls away, she smiles. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” I say confused. “But would you mind explaining what just happened?”
“I thought you wanted to know about Thomas,” she says softly.
“I don’t care about that, Princess. It’s in our past. If you ever want to tell me, I’ll be here but it won’t change a single fucking thing about how I feel for you.”
“I know that now. And I love that big old house. Of course, there are a million things I would love to change, but I spent the last years of my mom’s life there with her. I met you there.”
I watch her closely. “So, not too many bad memories.”
“Sadness. Loneliness. Yes, there’s lots of that, but that’s because I spent so much time alone,” she explains. “There is only one truly bad memory there. And I moved out the next day.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.”
“Well, then, if you get off my lap, I’ll drive us home and you can start planning the remodel.”
She laughs freely before kissing me once more. It lasts for long moments before she shifts off my lap and I drive us down the mountain. To our home.