Cyra is asleep on my shoulder. She fell asleep almost an hour into this three-hour drive. Middle of nowhere really feels like the middle of nowhere, since the ‘airport’ was little more than a simple strip for the small plane to land. Could we be further away from anything civilisation-like? Sure, but this is far enough for now. I hope.
It wasn’t easy to get everything sorted on such short notice, but if you’ve got enough money, throwing it around tends to make things run a lot smoother. The fridge will be stocked, the house all ready for us to move into. We should be able to stay here for at least a week without much difficulty. If we want to stay another week, we might need to do something about getting more food delivered.
Max parks the car in front of the building, cutting the engine, and Cyra wakes up, eyes bleary. “We there?”
I smile, nodding. She looks so cute. “We’re here.” I get out and help her out of the car.
She stares up, her eyes widening in surprise. “Wow. That’s... That’s big.”
Zack leans close to her. “Thanks, you should see me when I really get into it.” He smirks and then manages to avoid me smacking him over the head, but only barely.
“Monster.” I glare his way.
“You called?” He winks and grabs a bag with brand new clothes before making his way to the door. “Let’s get inside. I could use some quiet for a while, not sitting in a loud machine. Also, should be warmer in there.”
I grab a couple of bags out of the back of the minivan and follow him, not really sure what to expect. But the inside is even more extravagant than the outside, if that’s even possible. “Nice.” I nod. “This was a good choice.” I could definitely live here for a week, or a month, or even for years. I could get used to staying here for a long time. And with all the space outside, I can even shift and nobody would notice it. Sometimes, when everything gets bad, I just need to be in my griffin form, let it all out, and the last couple of days definitely made me feel like I needed that. But being at the coast, it felt too open, it felt too exposed, so I didn’t dare to do it.
I follow the hallway down and end up in a huge kitchen, where I promptly put one of the bags down, the one with some of the food we still had left over, and snacks from the trip. Six hours of travel, after the days we’ve just had... I’m going to need a couple of days to feel more like myself again...
“Wow.” Cyra stands in the doorway to the kitchen, looking around, her eyes big and then she smiles at me. “This is pretty.”
“Yeah. It definitely is.” I go over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist, her summery and smoky Omega scent starting to come out this late in the day and it’s setting all my senses on edge, pulling something from me that’s getting harder to ignore. Mine. My griffin is very clear about that. She’s mine. “You chose well.”
She laughs a little and I pull her out of the way of Liam, who’s carrying a cooler with stuff for the freezer into the kitchen.
Hmmm, she feels good in my arms, very good. I could hold her the rest of my life, and I’d never get tired of it. Just like this, for the rest of our lives.
“Coming through!” Zack makes a show of needing all the space in the hallway as he barges down the hallway with a box half the size as Liam was carrying, just to annoy us...
I tug on Cyra’s arm. “I think I know something better. What if we get you a room? That way these guys can do whatever they have to do to stroke their cocks... I mean, their egos.”
I quickly pull her along, both of us laughing, as Liam and Zack call after us in protest. In the hallway, we almost bump into Max, who just looks amused, slowly shaking his head as he smiles. “Don’t ask.” I smirk and he grins, looking us over.
“I won’t ask, just... can I join in?” His eyes are on Cyra first and then on me, heat building in me under his gaze. Fucking hell. After the chat we had yesterday... It’s even harder to ignore him.
“Join...” Cyra squeaks and she stops, looking at us. “What?”
“I’m just getting her a room.” I try not to sound too excited about the idea, because... why just get her a room if I don’t use it as a chance to sneak off with her for some alone time?
“Riiiiight.” Max dumps his bag near the stairs, taking Cyra’s other hand. “I think I know the perfect room for this.”
Now he’s the one pulling us along and I find a strange comfort in it, that he’d be the one so easily and openly show that he’s definitely okay with sharing, whatever his idea of sharing is going to be. Though... I did see the look in his eyes when he saw the hickey on Cyra. Sharing Cyra might not really be the thing on his mind...
Maybe it’s a control thing. I don’t really care. The longer I try to figure this out, all my cock cares about is that I’ll be in a room with Cyra and Max, at the same time, and that’s enough encouragement to get me hard...
Max walks straight to the end of the upstairs hallway and opens the room on the right. “This should have a great view.”
“View?” I blink as Cyra and I walk past him into the room, but I see what he means. The room is spacious, with a big bed in the middle of the room. But one wall is totally made up
