Book Smart

Seventy Seven

A startled yelp is what brings me out of one of the most peaceful sleep I've ever had only to find my arms empty and a light haze of smoke filling the early morning air. It takes me a moment to figure out why it feels so wrong to be waking up alone but when a sad whimper filters it's way to my ears it hits me like a freight train. My sweet... Loving... Beautiful mate is not where he should be and that fact scares the ever-living shit out of me.

I can't untangle myself from the blankets quick enough, not bothering with pants as I barrel down the hall following his scent, my concern over the heavy smell of burned something or other filling the air growing more and more with each step until I finally make it to the kitchen.

I'm confronted by a smoking pan sitting on the tricky burner, what looks like it was supposed to be breakfast crisping itself to bits... And a tiny slip of a black wolf with stunning sapphire eyes that can be no other than my beautiful boy himself, his pink tongue lapping at what looks like a very offended paw the story of what happened here pushed into my mind before I can panic any further.

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Adrian
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"You wanted to make me breakfast?" Silas says the words as though he can't understand the very clear mental message telling him to go back to bed that both sides of my mind are actively pushing into his head. He made me breakfast in bed yesterday so today it's my turn... Or it was supposed to be.

I wanted to wake him up special just like he did for me... Just maybe without the blowjob... That I hadn't decided on yet and was trying to leave it up to a spur of the moment decision to keep from giving myself an anxiety attack over my lack of oral skills.

"You don't need to cook for me to make me feel special, Princess", Silas croons as he pulls a few ice cubes out of the freezer, wrapping them up in a paper towel before squatting in front of me with the faintest hint of color filling his cheeks, " And you don't need to wake me up with head. I don't object to being woken up that way, but you definitely don't have to... Okay?"

My mate's hands are gentle as he arranges the makeshift ice pack over my burned flesh before standing for just a moment to turn off the burner to the stupid stove that had bitten my palm in such a nasty manner... I had had the burner set to low, but when I steadied myself on an area that should have been completely cool my palm had been kissed by what felt like the heat of a thousand suns...

Apparently, the wiring in the stove isn't exactly what it should be...

"And that is exactly why I told you I would cook... At least until we get a new stove, Pup... How is your paw?" Silas squats in front of me again and now with the ice taking the bite out of the pain it's hard not to lean forward and sniff the heavy manhood hanging in front of my face, my wolf's instincts to scent him hard to keep in check.

Silas plays with the ice pack before pulling it away to check and see if the skin had started knitting itself back together yet, frowning at the lack of progress until I push the word omega into his mind as a reminder that my body is slower than his... Than most shifters when it comes to just about everything, "My poor baby..."

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Silas
...

Panic rises in my throat when my bean starts to shake... Until I recognize the snapping of bones rearranging themselves, a long stretch wracking the body of the wolf in front of me until the snout that had been nuzzling my palm recedes along with his adorably shaggy fur until it's replaced with the human face that I'm so much more familiar with much to my wolf's dismay.

My inner beast paws at my mind edge huffing and puffing to see his beautifully vibrant other half again... And I can't say I'm entirely against the idea... Adrian's wolf is beautiful, even if he is a bit on the smaller feminine side... It suits him so well and yet I didn't have a moment to commit his soft lustrous coat and the shine in his wolf's eyes fully to memory before pale blue eyes peek up at me from his partial crouch before launching himself into my arms and knocking me on my ass, "I'm okay, Daddy... It didn't really hurt it just took me by surprise."

A fit of giggles and a fine peppering of kisses all across my chest comes before an apology does, my sweet bean using his free hand to rub what he can touch of my ass to try and soothe the ache that had only lasted a few seconds.

With Adrian in my arms you could cut my leg off and I wouldn't notice... I'd be too wrapped up in the happy giggles that fill the air when I let my fingers dance down his sides before cupping his ass, the shorts he had dug out of God only knows what box shredded in his unexpected shift.

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Adrian
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"Are you sure? Should I call the clinic and have them send a Doctor out?" The concern in Silas's voice makes my heart weep with joy over the knowledge that no matter how many times I satisfy his physical needs and nurse him feel inside my body he loves me and not just the sex and it's the best feeling...

I can't even fathom that just last week I was crying myself to sleep thinking that I'd never have this... That I would never feel this wanted...

"How about us... Order breakfast and head back to bed, hmm?"

"We would get up to go and get it, no?" Yes yes, we would. If I go by what I can remember of Quinn telling me about this territory there aren't many of what he calls "good hangover remedies" aka restaurants that serve breakfast and those that do are normally dine in or pick up, the town too spread out for most of the newer delivery services.

"Liam can do that."

His answer makes me chuckle, Liam's upset over having to pick up groceries the other day still not yet faded from mg mind, "He said not to do that anymore."

"He said he won't do it for me. I bet if you ask him he'll be over here in a heartbeat and remember to bring extra syrup for your pancakes."

I've never been so glad that I was wrong about anything in my whole life more than I'm glad that I was wrong about this...

I'm so happy to finally feel happy.