Page 57 of Adoring Fletcher
Adam sniffed the side of my face, nuzzling me. I leaned into it, happiness fluttering through my veins with each and every heartbeat.
Then, without hesitation, Adam rubbed his cheek against my face and neck. Marking me. I could practically hear his voice in my head, thrumming with a single word:Mine.
With a low whuff of sound, Adam turned and took off into the woods. I was quick to follow. The two of us ran beneath the moonlight that dappled the forest floor through the treetops.
Adam’s big paws thumped over the earth, where my footfall was nearly silent. We ran side by side, bumping against each other, nipping and nudging, burning off that edge that made the wild in our souls so sharp.
We ran until we reached a clearing. It was a huge, grassy field surrounded by farmlands. Adam quickly shifted back to man and I followed suit.
We didn’t need to startle the livestock grazing sleepily in their pastures. Neither of us needed to get shot; humans sometimes didn’t understand that shifters were still human at their core and wouldn’t harm domesticated animals.
Usually.
There was always that outlier, but I preferred my leg of lamb roasted with rosemary and thyme, surrounded by mashed potatoes and gravy and a big pile of Adam’s garlicky green beans.
Mmm…
Adam laid down on the grass, his hands laced behind his head. I nestled in beside him, resting my head against his chest. We gazed up at the sky, streaked by the milky way and dotted with stars, white ink on a black canvas.
“I wish we could run away,” I admitted, very softly, breaking the silence between us. “I know it’s foolish, but?—”
“Not foolish,” Adam assured me, carding his fingers through my hair. “Sometimes, I have that same thought. My father… He just doesn’t understand, and sadly, he never will.”
He inhaled, then let it out on a deep sigh. “But he controls so much of my life, Fletcher. What am I supposed to do?”
“Take control back,” I told him, as if it were that easy.
“How?”
I pressed my lips to his pec, kissing him. “I don’t know… Protect your money somehow? Move it into a different bank, so he can’t touch it? That way you won’t go broke at least. You’re talented. Finding a new job shouldn’t be too hard. Maybe we could move away and buy a tiny home built out of a shipping container and just… Life off the land. I don’t need a lot to be happy. I just need you.”
Adam gazed at me, soulful in the darkness. He leaned up and kissed me, his lips soft and gentle. “I know, baby,” he murmured. “I need you too. I’m trying to figure it out, to untangle it in my head. To try and make sense of my next move, but I’m afraid.”
“Of your father?”
“Yeah. Sad, isn’t it?”
“No,” I replied. “He’s a powerful person. Someone you’ve been raised to look up to, but he abuses that power. As your father, and as your Alpha. He gave me bad vibes and I only met him once.”
Adam’s laugh was remorseful. “He was not happy with me housing an Omega in my home.”
I bit my lip. “Do you think he knows? About us?”
“No? Hell, I don’t know. We’ve been careful. You’re my roommate. Roommates go shopping together, they do things together. That’s normal. It’s not like we do any PDA. I drive you places because you don’t have a car or a license. How is that suspicious?”
“Makes sense to me,” I said. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide in the shadows.”
Adam reached out and pulled me flush to him, hugging me close. “Me too, baby. One day, I promise, we won’t.”
After awhile, the night air around us grew too cold and I began to shiver. We shifted back to beast, returned to the car and drove home.
By the time we arrived at the manor and crawled into bed, it was 4 AM. I fell asleep cradled in Adam’s arms. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt truly loved and wanted, but deep down, that little voice inside my head reminded me:It won’t last forever…
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“Fuck, baby. God, right there,”I gasped out, arching beneath Adam as his hips drove forward, his cock striking that spot that made stars dance across my vision. I fisted my hands in the sheets with a soft cry. “D-Don’t stop! Please!”
