Page 12 of An Omega for Christmas

"There's a college in Delta." Grey limped into the kitchen, and poured more wine into both of their glasses.

"Hmm," Matthew said, putting the first aid kit away. Grey winced, wishing that he had kept his mouth shut. He was pushing too hard already and Matthew had only just agreed to spend Christmas with him."Grey?"

"Yeah?" Grey turned back to face Matthew.

"I want to kiss you again."

Chapter Eight

Grey grinned and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off, hearing Matthew draw in a shaky breath. Grey knew he had a good body. He was big and muscular; his skin was tanned and smooth. His hand went to the button of his jeans, the sensation of the heavy denim on his erection making him bite down on his bottom lip as he carefully unzipped and then made his way to the front door.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Matthew called after him as Grey opened the door and stepped out into the snow. "Your foot -"

The sight of Grey shucking off his jeans brought Matthew's words to a halt, and Grey turned away from him, hiding his huge erection but revealing his firm, high ass.

"Fuck," Matthew muttered from the doorway.

Grey only heard him distantly, as he tried to mentally prepare to shift. "I'm going to shift because I need my foot to heal as fast as possible. Then I'm going to kiss you for as long as you want me to."

It happened, like always, with sickening pops and cracks, as his muscles strained and changed shape, his bones moving out of alignment as his teeth itched and burst through his jaw, sharper and bigger than before. He fell to the floor and grunted through the pain, before throwing back his lupine head and howling into the cold frosty night, a howl rendered with longing, and hope.

Matthew fell to the floor, something primal reacting deep within him as he watched Grey transform into a big, beautiful black wolf, and as the wolf turned to him now, bewitching amber eyes trained fully on him, he could only gaze at it in wonder. A flame had lit low in his belly and spread to every part of his body, heat and lust making him feel light and dizzy. Want and need shot through him in a throbbing spiral, the heat taking over him, making him unable to shift, and sending bolts of pain through him. He needed to be close to Grey, to soothe his need and pain. He sobbed Grey's name over and over, until he fell onto his hands and knees and crawled over the snow to the wolf and threw his arms around his neck, burying his face in its fur and kissing the wolf with abandon.

The wolf whined and wriggled out of Matthew's grip, padding across the snow where it shifted back. Grey sprawled in the snow, panting, trying to get his breath, the cold snow cooling his heated body. Aches and pains pierced through him and all Grey could do was curl up in a ball and breathe through it. A soft touch on his shoulder made him start, and he looked up at Matthew.

Grey slowly sat up, but his movements got more urgent when he saw how badly Matthew was shaking, and how his skin had started to turn blue again. He hauled Matthew off his feet, and held him close to his hot body, loving the way the omega nuzzled against him. He strode to the cabin, ignoring the biting cold of the snow and shouldered the door closed, not setting Matthew down until he reached the bedroom. Grey placed Matthew on the bed, dragging the sheets and comforter up over the omega's body.

"What the hell?" Matthew yelled, kicking off the sheets. His eyes were wild with emotion and Grey backed off, his naked skin still wet and glistening with melting snow. Matthew treated him to a sweeping appraisal. "You're just going to put me to bed?"

"You're freezing," Grey said, trying to keep his voice calm and level.

"You're the one who's standing there buck ass naked." Matthew sat down on the bed, his eyes darting to Grey then back down to the floor.

Matthew scrambled to his knees and pulled the cuffs of the robe over his knuckles. Grey noticed how wet the robe was and remembered how Matthew had crawled across the snow and cursed. He noted with concern that Matthew was looking pale again and was starting to shiver. "You need to get out of that robe before-"

"You mean this robe?" Matthew said, and his hand went to the tie, tugging it undone until the robe fell open and slipped off Matthew's shoulders. Grey's gaze followed its path as it fell to the floor revealing Matthew's slim, toned body. Grey stood rooted to the spot as Matthew stepped forward, his hand reaching to stroke up Grey's chest, his fingers gliding over the smooth skin.

"Matthew." Grey's voice was almost a whisper as Matthew's hand caressed his cheek, his thumb stroking over Grey's bottom lip.

Matthew smiled softly at him before reaching up to press his hot mouth against Grey's, and all Grey could do was moan and haul Matthew up against him, one big hand sliding down Matthew's back, pressing him closer, as his body responded, hiscock already erect and leaking, pressing hard against Matthew's belly.

"Mmm," Matthew murmured, his gaze travelling down over Grey when he finally pulled away. "I want you."

"I need to shower first." Grey reluctantly let Matthew go.

"Maybe I could share?" Matthew looked up at him, and Grey couldn't help but grin down at him. Matthew was as aroused as he was, and Grey couldn't think of anything he would rather do right now than share a shower with the delicious omega standing in front of him.

"I'll get the water running."

Chapter Nine

Matthew's pale skin glowed from the heat and steam of the shower. Grey stepped beneath the spray, the close quarters meaning it was impossible for him not to bump against the omega, every touch sending desire scorching through him. Matthew turned to face him and for a moment they stood under the hot water, gazing at each other. Grey growled and reached for Matthew, their kiss wet, slippery and hot as they devoured each other like they'd been starving for a lifetime.

The taste of Matthew on his tongue drove Grey wild, and he pressed the younger man up against the tiled wall, his hand caressing Matthew's neck as he held him place and explored his sweet mouth thoroughly.

Matthew moaned loudly as Grey pressed his hard body up against him, and the verbal encouragement only heated the blood already running hot through Grey's veins to boiling point. His cock was rigid, throbbing and leaking, and he felt like a randy teenager, as though he could go off at any second. He trembled trying to stay in control as Matthew moved against him, his hands all over Grey's body, one hand wrapping around his cock.

"So big, so beautiful," Matthew murmured, stroking Grey's length. Matthew licked over his lips, his stunning face jeweled by water droplets, he looked flushed, and Grey caught the heady scent of sweetness that seemed more intense now that Matthew was fully in heat. He groaned and took hold of Matthew's hand, slowing him down.