Chapter Thirty

When Pax woke up, the light in the room was dim, and Storm was curled up beside him, his head supported by his hand. "Were you watching me sleep?" He asked sleepily, rubbing the grit from his eyes with his fists.

"Just reminding myself of how incredibly lucky I am you are in my life," Storm said with a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been dumped in one of those agitator washing machines, stuffed through a wringer, and then thrown on the floor to dry." Pax yawned, covering his mouth. "Is there any news about anything?"

Storm shook his head. "There's a whole stack of stuff that'll go on behind the scenes, trying to work out who you are and what to do with Humphrey's estate. You could be in for an inheritance after all, seeing as he was your guardian all these years."

"I wouldn't want it. If it wasn't for my new wings, I'd give up being a pixie altogether. It's never done me any favors." Pax stretched and rolled against Storm's body. "I should ask you how you're feeling."

"When you press your body against mine there's only one thing I'm feeling, precious. Here." Holding him close with one hand, Storm reached behind him and brought back a bottle of water.

"How did you know?" Pax took it. He was thirsty and he had a dry mouth that came from probably sleeping with his mouth open. Taking a long swig, he swished it around his mouth before swallowing. He took a few more mouthfuls and then handed the bottle back. "Much better. Now, you were saying…?" He arched his back, pressing his pants against his mate.

"Are you sure?" Storm's hands slid down Pax's back, resting on his butt. "You've had a rough couple of days."

"You're the only thing I'm sure about," Pax said, his body heating under his mate's gaze. "You and us are the only things that make sense. Well, that and donuts."

"Oh, babe, I totally get where you're coming from." Storm's voice got that growly edge that always set Pax's blood alight. He reached up, hooking his arms around Storm's neck as Storm leaned forward to meet him. "You can't forget donuts, although for me, you're all the sweetness I need."

Pax groaned as their lips met. His brain was still mush, his spirit was sad, but in Storm's arms he felt important, seen, and above all touched with a caring he'd been missing his whole life.

Storm kissed him as though he was starving, his capable fingers making quick work of discarding their clothes. His focus and incredible strength allowed Pax to relax into the touches, doing nothing but wallow in the sensations Storm wrung from his body. In that moment nothing else mattered.

His wings sprung out, making laying on his back difficult, but Storm loved his wings as a part of him, rolling Pax onto his front, kissing down his spine, chuckling as he went. Pax could only guess his wings were tickling his mate. The brief touches there added to the magic Storm was working with his fingers and lips. When he felt his butt cheeks cupped in Storm's hand, Pax prepped himself, eager to feel his mate inside of him.

"You spoil me," Storm whispered as Pax felt the nudge of the broad head of his mate's cock. "You spoil me, delight me…oh, yeah." They groaned in stereo as Storm gently pushed inside.

Resting his forehead on his forearms, crossed in front of him on the mattress, Pax closed his eyes as Storm started to move. He didn't have to worry about banging his head, Storm's grip on his hips made sure that wouldn't happen. His body rocking in tune to Storm's moves, Pax lost himself in the rhythm that was as old as time.

Storm didn't rush. It was as if he was savoring their connection, and with his eyes closed, Pax could visualize their bond like a chain getting thicker and stronger as they moved together. It would only grow from now on, Pax knew that. As Storm had closed the door on his past, Pax would learn from that and do the same.

"Oh, precious, too good, can't last." Storm's movements sped up and Pax forgot all about visualizing their bond and what he could see in his mind's eye, his hand reaching under him and grabbing his cock. It only took a few tugs and Pax moaned as he made a mess on the covers beneath him. Storm yelled, "Yes!" and froze with his hips hard against Pax's butt cheeks.

Harsh breathing filled the air, but a huge sense of satisfaction and pleasure flooded their bond. Turning his head to one side to rest his cheek on his arms, Pax said sleepily, "Feed me donuts, my wonderful mate. I truly don't want to move right now."

"How about we have some dinner first instead," Storm suggested. Pax breathed through the slight tug on his muscles as his mate pulled out. "I made sure to save you some donuts for afterward."

"That's why I love you." Pax wasn't sure if Storm heard him because his mate had climbed off the bed. But that feeling of satisfaction and pleasure increased as his mate went into the bathroom for a cloth to clean them up.