Page 11 of An Omega for Christmas

Matthew's gaze softened and he tugged the robe a little tighter around his slim frame. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"It's okay. It just feels weird to be on my own at Christmas." Grey knew he was sharing too much, but it felt safe with Matthew. The attraction and connection he felt to the omega wasn't just sexual, it was also emotional. Matthew was his mate, there was no doubting it.

"You're not on your own, not anymore."

Grey stared at Matthew and the omega steadily met his eyes. Something was growing between them, some kind of trust and mutual understanding. Grey didn't want to risk it, but he couldn't stop himself reaching out and putting his hand on Matthew's shoulder. Matthew's eyes fluttered closed.

"I'm glad you came here, to me."

"Me too." Matthew glanced up at him, his eyes shining in the low light of the garage. He pulled a glass bauble out of the box that Grey had placed on the small table. It was a bright, festive red with a starburst pattern of silver glitter. It hung from a silken red thread, and twisted in Matthew's fingers, sparkling in the light. Matthew raised his eyes to Grey.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Matthew murmured.

"Yes," Grey said, his eyes never leaving Matthew's face.

Matthew dipped his head, his hair falling over his eyes and Grey saw the blush spread across Matthew's pale cheeks. "Do you feel it?"

"What?" Grey asked, his voice hoarse.

"Do you feel like there's something in the air? Something that's special, something that you can only feel at this time of year. Christmas magic, Christmas hope?"

Grey nodded. Matthew's pink tongue darted out and licked over his lower lip and Grey had to swallow the moan that seemed to draw up from deep in his belly. His insides felt like molten lava as desire swept through him. He held his breath as Matthew's fingers gently touched his cheek before withdrawing.

"I feel it, too," Matthew whispered, offering the bauble to Grey. He took the bauble from Matthew's hand, their fingers brushing against each other. Electricity charged through Grey and he noticed how Matthew trembled. The air between them felt scorching hot, charged with the promise of something that would only be realized if they could get escape their pasts and reach out and take it.

Matthew took another step forward and rose up on his tiptoes, to brush his lips over Grey's mouth, the kiss feather light, soft and stroking, teasing Grey's senses. Grey pressed his lips together, savoring the taste of Matthew on his lips, but that one chaste kiss was never going to be enough. He wanted the omega, body and soul, wanted him as only an Alpha could.

Matthew's eyes opened slowly, languidly, their hazel color darkened with desire and heavy with lust. Grey saw it there and his heart started to beat a fast, erratic tattoo in his chest,his body tensed and responding rapidly to Matthew's nearness, the heat of his body and the sweet scent that was emanating from him, stirring every one of Grey's senses until he felt almost delirious with his need for the omega.

But it was Matthew who reached for Grey first, his hand snagging in Grey's shirt and tugging until Grey was flush against him, the knot of the robe Matthew was wearing, digging into the Alpha's belly. Matthew kissed him again, this time the kiss was harder, more insistent, more demanding, and Grey gave into it, gave into the desire burning through him, and kissed Matthew back, tasting him properly, the delicious taste of the omega exploding on his tongue. He relished the feel of Matthew's full lips on his, and when Matthew opened up for him, Grey sucked on his lush lower lip before exploring the soft, velvet inside of his mouth with his tongue.

Matthew sighed and moaned, his desire and pleasure becoming increasingly vocal, encouraging Grey to greater heights of passion as they kissed, their tongues entwining, mouths wet and hot for each other, their arms and legs entangled as they tried to get close enough to each other.

Matthew broke away, stepping back, his hair tangled from Grey's fingers, and his breath coming in shuddering pants. His pale pink lips were swollen and flushed, his skin a little red from Grey's beard growth. His eyes were as dark as the forest with desire, the robe in disarray, revealing more of Matthew's creamy smooth skin, a dark, pouting nipple peaking out and making Grey's cock throb painfully.

Matthew's expression was still a little wary and Grey had to use all of his self control to stop himself from reaching for the omega again. He stepped back, giving Matthew some room, hisfoot crunching down on something, sending sharp jagged pain sinking into his heel.

"Fuck," he groaned, bringing his foot up sharply. The bauble had fallen to the floor, forgotten, and had shattered into a million pieces, with several of them now embedded in Grey's foot.

"You're bleeding!" Matthew shoved him down onto a chair and went through the connecting door and returned with a towel from the kitchen. "Keep still, you're going to make it worse. I need to get the bits out."

Matthew grasped Grey's ankle in a surprisingly firm grip, and held his foot up to the light, twisting it around so that he could see better.

"Do you have a first aid kit and some tweezers?" Matthew sank back to rest on his heels and the robe slid off his shoulder. He yanked it back up but not before Grey had stored the image of Matthew looking so gorgeously disheveled in his memory. "Grey, try to focus." His kiss swollen lips lifted into a smirk and Grey laughed.

"In the kitchen, bottom drawer, I think. There should be some tweezers in there, too."

Matthew rested Grey's foot carefully on the balled up towel and headed for the kitchen. Grey's foot throbbed and he closed his eyes, letting the small pain wash over him, allowing it to cool down the heat in the rest of his body. His wolf whined deep inside him but he felt it settle a little now that he had kissed the omega, now that he had felt Matthew's passion and need match his own.

Matthew came back carrying a small black plastic box and set it down on the floor by Grey's feet. He fussed over Grey, tenderly examining his foot, and gently removing the shards of glass, before cleaning and dressing the wounds.

"You're good at that," Grey said as Matthew tidied away the first aid kit.

"I did a first aid course when I started working for Wendy. I used to want to be a nurse... before Kelvin bought me." Matthew looked up at Grey, his expression a little guarded, as though he expected to be ridiculed.

"You'd make a great nurse." Grey gingerly put his foot down, but already the pain had eased as his body began the process of healing, accelerated by his wolf genes. The next time he shifted the scars would be gone completely. "You shouldn't give up on your dreams."

"I don't think I could afford the fees, so..." Matthew stood up and held his hand out to Grey, helping him up off the chair.