Page 12 of Beary Mated Christmas
“Me too, alpha.” Abel linked our fingers and lifted them to his lips. “I dreamed about you, too.”
“Omega, perhaps the timing wasn’t right. Maybe we needed to mature and do some things on our own before it was time to be together.”
He nodded. “Then, now that the time is right, we don’t need to wait another moment.”
“No more talking and take you to bed?”
“Yes, please.”
I chuckled and scooped him up in my arms. “Shh, no talking.”
The cabin was small enough that I only carried him for about thirty seconds, but it felt like a romantic gesture to me, and I hoped to him. By the time I set him down on the mattress, our lips were locked in our most passionate kiss yet. He might not be able to smell me, but I had no such trouble, and I inhaledhis chocolate-peppermint bark scent, my cock growing ever harder as we undressed one another and set out to explore one another’s bodies on the bed. Funny—not ha ha but strange—that we had seen one another nude before, while shifting that first time and also, in summer, skinny-dipping in the lake near our home. But, unlike some of the other boys in our pack and sleuth, we never took it further than looking.
At least, I was looking.
“Omega, you are so beautiful,” I murmured, stroking his arm and peppering his chest with kisses. “Did you always look like this?”
“No, I was kind of skinny back in the day. When you were watching me swim, didn’t you notice?”
My cheeks burned. “You knew?”
“I was doing the same, and you’ve bulked out a bit yourself.” We might be talking, but there was also quite a bit of touching going on. We’d known one another for a long time, but never in this way, and it was far more fascinating than with any casual lover. Of course. Everything they’d said about what it would be like to be with a mate was true, and I hadn’t even been inside him yet.
Our cocks clashed between us as kissing grew deeper, and I reached down and caught both in my hand, rubbing them together. My breathing harshened, and Abel gasped.
“Alpha, that feels…”
“I know.” I stroked up and down, faster and faster. I wanted my mate to have all the pleasure, but in a moment or two, I was going to cum early like the teenager I’d been last time we were together. And I couldn’t let that happen. Letting go, I reached for his hand and closed it around just his own cock. “Keep moving, omega. I have to be inside you.”
“Thank the Goddess,” he said, fisting his shaft and picking up the rhythm. “I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“No more waiting.” I pulled him over to the edge of the bed and pressed his legs apart, glided my fingers between his cheeks. “You’re very slick, mate.”
“It’s been ten years.”
I sucked in a breath. I’d dated some…
“Since I’ve seen you,” he finished and I felt better. Not that I wanted him with anyone else ever. And I wasn’t asking.
I had better things to do with my time. Gripping my cock, I rubbed the head back and forth in his slick before finding his hole and pressing inward. So tight. Even with all the slick, it wasn’t easy to get past the ring of muscles, and I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Alpha, please. I’m going to come soon and I’d rather do it while you’re fucking me.”
“Such naughty talk.” And so hot. I pushed his legs wider and it made all the difference. I thrust inside him and now, I wasn’t going to talk about anything. Every bit of my awareness was in my cock and what his body felt like around it. Hot. Tight. Insanely great. Like nothing I’d ever experienced or would ever again. I’d never be with another. And I was sealing the deal. In and out watching him jerk himself, his hand a blur of speed when the first spurts of cum rolled over his hand. Fixated, I watched, never slowing, if anything going faster, wanting to catch up to him before he finished. With each stroke, my omega shuddered, clinging to me with his free hand. Turned out not to be all that difficult to catch up, as my body had gone past the point of no return, and my cum pumped into him, going on and on, more than I thought my balls could hold.
My heart thundered in my ears as my knot swelled, and we were bound together long enough for me to bend down and sink my fangs into his throat. Roughly, far more so than I intended, and I eased back, studying his face for pain but seeing only passion.
“I have to mark you, too, alpha,” he said, and I tipped my head to the side, baring my throat to my omega’s bite. Pain exploded, all the way to the roots of my hair, but then a surge of pleasure followed that nearly made me black out.
When my knot shrank, we curled up together and fell asleep. But only for a while. We were young and newly mated. The winter night was long.
Chapter Ten
Abel
“Good morning,” my alpha whispered in my ear as soon as I woke up. I stirred, nestling deeper into his embrace. Every part of his front was plastered against every part of my back. Our legs tangled together. His very hard cock lodged in my ass crack.
“Good morning, mate.” Still felt like the first time I’d called him that.