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Sugar

E verything was bright and shiny on Christmas day. Like every filter inside me had been removed. Colors were vibrant. Scent was stronger. Taste was sweeter.

My big gift under the tree from Grant was my own new winter coat exactly in my size. I no longer had to borrow his old one, though I probably would from time to time since it smelled like him, and I for sure couldn’t get enough of that.

The day turned out to be warmer than usual. Winter had come in mild.

Our turkey was due to be done around five. With everything else prepared, Grant and I sat before the fire enjoying our new reality together.

I held up my phone. “Since the spell seems to be finished, I’m going to try to call Sno.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

My fingers felt too big as I tapped him in my address book.

I turned the phone onto speaker and gasped when I heard the call go through. Grant’s whispered “wow” echoed my reaction exactly.

“Sugar? Is that you?” Hearing Sno’s voice brought tears to my eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Sno.”

I heard a sniffle, then a loud sigh. “I’m so happy you called.”

“I tried to before, but nothing went through.”

“I know. But the fact that you can get through now means good things have happened for you.”

“Yes. They have. But I wasn’t sure they counted. I had to wait until midnight to be sure.”

“Oh my baby! I’m so happy for you.”

I gave a little laugh.

“Well,” Sno said. “Tell me everything.”

Grant got up, stroking my head on his way to the kitchen.

I leaned back and began to tell Sno everything that had happened from the moment Grant rescued me.

I finished my long-winded speech about ten minutes later. “Now I can chop wood really good. And snowshoe. Grant has taught me so much. I love it here.”

“I’m so proud of you, Sugar. I was always proud of you; I want you to know that.”

“I’ve missed you,” I confessed.

“I’ve missed you, too. Will you please come to visit?”

“I’ll talk to Grant. But he’s a bit like me. Not a fan of Santa’s Village.”

“I understand.”

“But we will come. Some time. I just don’t know when. I’ll see you again, don’t worry.”

“I’m much less worried now that I’ve heard from you.”

I wanted to ask about Father—if he’d ever been worried about me. But I was afraid.

“Did my father ever say anything after the spell?”

“No. He’s kept to himself. I know he feels bad.”

“Well, I don’t know that.”

“He got home a while ago. I can go find him. Would you like to speak with him?”

“No, thank you.”

“Can I tell him you called? I won’t if you say no.”

“It’s okay. You can tell him. But I’m not ready to talk.”

“That’s all right. You take your time. You need to be happy and live your life right now with your wonderful alpha. He sounds perfect for you.”

“He is perfect, Sno. More than I ever could have dreamed.”

“I’m so happy. Hearing from you has made this the best Christmas ever.”

I heard him sniff again. I knew he was crying.

“For me, too.” Tears splashed onto my cheeks. “Well, I’m going to go because our turkey dinner is almost ready.”

“That sounds great, Sugar.”

When I ended the call, I sat on the couch and started to silently cry. I put my hands to my face. Footsteps came up and the couch cushions dipped. Strong arms came around me.

“I’m so glad you got through.”

“Me, too.” I wiped at my eyes.

Grant sat and held me for several minutes until I calmed. With clear eyes now, I turned to look at him. “Is dinner almost ready? I’m starved.”

“Yep. I’m just letting the turkey cool a little.”

I was starved. We had skipped lunch to work up big appetites. Together, we got up and went to the kitchen to bring our big feast to the table. Not everything fit, so we had some bowls on the island. We started there, dishes in hand, and helped ourselves to as much food as our plates could hold.

Grant carved the turkey, telling me I could do it next year.

I gobbled everything on my plate and went back for seconds. Grant did the same. But we had plenty of leftovers for turkey sandwiches and turkey soup.

“Thank you for everything, Grant,” I said. “This has been the best Christmas ever.”

“For me, too, Sugar. I’m so glad you came into my life. And Velvet’s. We love you so much.”

I thought I was going to cry again, but Grant distracted me with a Christmas kiss, making my day complete.

After December, the severe cold returned with more blizzards.

We weathered them just fine. Grant taught me so much more in those days. Even though I was small, I could now chop wood like a pro. My shoulder and chest muscles got thicker. I couldn’t complain about that.

When the woodpile started getting low, Grant and I went out with the sled to find dead trees to drag back home. He cut them up into logs with a chainsaw, which he also taught me to use. Me and a chainsaw? I never thought my spoiled brat self would ever be seen with one. But I loved it.

By March, everything was still frozen. The world was a big white crystal, and we were living inside of it.

After going for our usual walk with Velvet, Grant went to his desk to do some work and I sat by the fire with the dog. I got sleepy very quickly, curled up on the rug, closed my eyes and opened them again to see Grant’s feet standing by my head. He was softly calling my name.

“I’m awake,” I said, pushing myself to sit up.

“Have you been asleep all afternoon?” he asked.

I blinked, not realizing that much time had passed. “I guess so.”

“Are you feeling all right?” He reached down and put his palm to my forehead.

“Just tired.” I started to stand.

Grant reached out to take my hand and help me up. As I came up, I realized the back of my sweats were wet.

“Oh hell.” I put one hand behind me to feel.

“What?”

“I’m wet.”

He frowned. Then he leaned down and sniffed the top of my head. “Ahh, I see.”

“What?”

“That’s normal, sweetheart.”

“Normal?”

“For an omega in heat.”

“Heat?”

“I scent it now. Earlier I caught a whiff but wasn’t sure.”

“I’m in heat? Really?”

Grant nodded, his smile wrinkling the corners of his eyes.

“But—but that’s huge. I’ve never been in heat before. This is my first time.”

Grant bowed a little. “I’d be honored if you share it with me.”

I punched him on his muscled shoulder. “Of course, I want you while I’m in heat. Who else would there be?”

He laughed. “I’ll help you through it. I’ll take good care of you.”

“You always do.” Now, just the talk of him ‘helping’ me through it sent me into instant arousal. My skin felt like it was on fire.

“Does my scent make you want me?” I asked.

“More than ever,” he replied.

Grant always looked and sounded so calm, but when I glanced down at the tent in his sweats, I realized he was anything but.

“I’m going to go take a shower.”

He took a deep breath, eyes sparkling. “I’ll be waiting.”

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Grant had lit candles all over the bedroom. Their golden light flickered against the walls. He had brought a stack of clean towels to the bedside table, along with bottled water.

“What about dinner?” I asked.

He had been cooking his wonderful stew.

“Dinner can wait. We can eat later if you’re hungry.”

My body quivered with longing for him. My cock was hard like a pipe sticking out from my body. My hole was still leaking. The slick, though thick, leaked down the crack of my ass and got everywhere. I was ready for him. I wanted my mate inside me now.

I walked to Grant and shucked my robe to the floor, standing naked before him. He was my alpha. I wanted to present to him properly. I wasn’t sure what to do, but instinct told me to get on the bed on my hands and knees. I faced the headboard and lowered my head.

“Oh, Sugar,” Grant said softly. “You’re exquisitely beautiful.”

His praise was like a hot wind all over me.

“I need you now,” I said.

“First things first,” he replied.

He was going to make me wait?

“No. This is first. I want to feel your knot.”

“Protection first,” he insisted.

“What?”

“You can get pregnant, little elf.”

“Yes, please, Grant. I want that. I want to carry your child.”

“That’s the heat talking.” He spoke softly, carefully.

“No. I mean it. Fill me up. Make me yours. Put your child inside me.”

He was right, I barely knew what I was saying.

I watched him drop his robe, his cock bobbing up to show me he wanted me. His balls were big and swollen. He could so easily give us baby. He was ready. I felt ready.

“I mean it,” I said. “Do you want a child with me?”

“Such a time to have this discussion,” he said.

“It’s a yes or no question.” I would respect him either way, but right now the idea of a child created by our melded love intoxicated me. I wanted it.

“You’re still young,” he began.

“If I’m old enough to have a heat, then I’m old enough to have a baby.” Besides, I was turning twenty in three months. “So do you want a baby with me or not?”

Grant brushed his hand down my spine making my skin tingle all over.

“I very much want your child, Sugar. Very much.”

“Then come here. I can’t wait any longer.”

The mattress dipped as he got on the bed behind me. His hand touched the small of my back. I lowered the upper half of my body to the bed, widened my stance on my knees, and felt my cheeks spread. When my hole became exposed to the air, it began to gape, my rim opening.

Grant started to breathe chaotically. “So beautiful,” he kept repeating. “Exquisite.”

His fingers brushed over my wetness, stroking gently. It felt so good; I needed more.

“Put it in.” My voice came out as a whine.

One finger breached me, sliding in without resistance. I felt hot. Feverish. It curled, petting my insides, then withdrew.

I glanced over my shoulder, hair in my eyes. “Told you I was ready.”

“My my. I guess you are.” Grant lowered his head and kissed my ass cheeks. Then he kissed the top of my crack. His tongue snaked out, licking downward.

“Grant, oh gods.” I was going to come.

“You taste like your name. Pure syrup, sweetheart.” His hands held my cheeks apart and he licked my hole.

I screamed. He was teasing me, and it was so good and so bad at the same time. I needed him inside.

“It’s all right,” he said, leaning back. “I’ve got you, my omega.”

Finally, the head of his cock slid against my crack. I pushed back. It nudged at my hole and then quickly slid inside me as if he’d already opened me up and had been fucking me for an hour. I was wet and sloppy. The love of my life, who I felt closer to every day, was finally inside me for my first heat and it was pure heaven.

He thrust slowly a few times to get his bearings. I waited, pretending to be patient when I wasn’t.

“Please, do it hard, Grant. I want it hard and fast. Please. I’ll beg if I have to.”

He grasped me at the hips and pulled me back onto his cock, holding me where he wanted me, and began to thrust. I keened as he went faster, in and out, my slick making sucking sounds on his cock.

“So beautiful,” he said again.

His thrusts not only came faster but were more powerful with every withdrawal. He bumped against my ass hard enough now that I heard the slaps. His full balls smacked against my taint.

I reached between my legs and felt my cock. It was like touching steel and very sensitive. Two strokes down and I was coming and yelling.

Grant responded. “Sugar, you’re so perfect.”

He thrust powerfully about five more times before bending over me with a loud groan.

His seed was hot as it began to fill me up.

I was out of my mind with my orgasm, which kept coming. “Please. Give me your knot.”

“I couldn’t stop if I wanted to right now.”

My ass felt it, then. It was growing fast, lodging just inside my rim and spreading me wide just how I liked it.

“Yes, Grant. Yes.”

More of his weight dropped over me. My legs gave way and we both collapsed to the bed. Grant positioned me on my side as he continued to groan, his knot pumping more seed into me. He reached around to touch my cock which was still rock hard.

“So perfect,” he whispered into my ear as he stroked me to another orgasm.

We ended up doing it all over again after his knot went down.

Dinner was served around midnight.

And then I slept.