He was hard underneath me and his thick cock brushed against me every time he breathed, keeping me aware of just how much he wanted me. Before, everything had been about me. It was hard to participate with my hands literally belted together. Reaching down, I squeezed his dick through his pants and, caught off guard, he moaned into the kiss. I kissed himharder, twirling my tongue around his like he was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted – and he was! He tasted like fate and destiny and the rest of my life. No more Pheromone Swap hookups. No more late nights with teething babies alone. No more lying awake, unable to sleep with no one to talk to. We had a million little moments stretched out in front of us and I wanted to revel in each and every one of them. Yuletide was just the start of it and it was Baby Andy’s first Yuletide at that. My eyes misted over and Wess pulled away from the kiss.
“I’m okay,” I said before he asked what was wrong with me. “I’m happy. It’s been like this a lot more often since having the baby. It’s like my expressions are written on my face and I couldn’t play poker now if I wanted to. I’d probably get the winning hand and cry for joy, only to lose.”
Wess wiped away a stray tear with his thumb and kissed me softly on the forehead. He held my face in his hands and stared into my teary eyes. Yeah, we’d done this before in some other place and time. We laid just like this and held onto each other and now he’d come back to me. We kissed again, slower this time, savoring the taste of each other’s tongues dancing between our mouths. Slowly, we undressed each other and I didn’t even bother to fold up the clothes as they came off and got slung around the living room.
“Bedroom,” I murmured against his lips. “Carpet burn sucks.”
Wess stood up, taking me with him, as if I was light. We kissed all the way down the hall and into my bedroom. Our bears provided us with night vision, so we didn’t bother turning the lights on. We fell into my bed, laughing and kissing, a naked ball of arms and legs, stretched out on our sides together. I took hisdick in my hand again and this time his clothes weren’t in the way. I stroked him, reveling in the warmth and strength of the muscle pulsating against my palm and fingers. He was thick and long, slightly curved with a vein that I could’ve spent eternity tracing again and again. His scent plunged into my lungs with each and every breath until everything smelled like him – like home.
He slid his hand down my belly and over my hard dick with just a few teasing caresses. He cupped my balls keeping them out of the way with some of his fingers and slid his middle finger home into my slick, hungry omegahole. I moaned into the kiss, feeling a roar building up inside me. My bear brushed against my ribs again, eager for us to get on with it.
The true-mate magic tugged at me, wanting to speed things up but Wess and I took our time anyway. We savored each second and every little touch we exchanged that fueled the fire burning between our naked bodies. I ran my free hand up and down his chest, toying with the light bed of white chest and belly hair that matched the color of that on his head. Somewhere along the way, he’d put his long hair up into an improvised manbun that kept it out of our way.
When I couldn’t take his teasing any more, I flipped him onto his back and kissed him hard. Reaching down, I took his hard, throbbing dick in my hand again and stroked him a few more times before shifting my weight, and teasing my slick hole with the thick, mushroom-shaped head of his cock. He moaned and thrust up, knocking into my butt cheek. We both laughed as I took a hold of him again. This time I wasted no time before lubing him up with my own slick and pushing him home into my body. He bit his lip, and I kissed him until he stopped and opened his mouth and met my tongue with his own. I slid downover him, slowly, taking my time and savoring the sensation of all my nerve endings waking up again. Pleasure flushed my face and my heart thrummed hard in my ears. I wiggled down on him, taking him in inch by inch and watching the pleasure in his icy eyes bloom as my body consumed him.
Wess pulled me down close and we kissed hard, our tongues battling it out to see who could lick the other the most. His teeth grazed against my bottom lip, releasing the coppery tang of blood into our mouths. He squeezed my ass as our bodies found the rhythm between them. I rode him, rocking on his dick as the pressure built inside me. I lost myself to his hungry mouth and the sensation of him rubbing all over my insides, warm and firm. His fingers squeezed my ass again and I hugged his dick tight with my body. He moaned into the kiss, and I roared back unable to hold the sound in any longer.
He traced my shoulders with his long, nimble fingers as we kissed until he found my claiming gland. I winced as he pressed against it, but the sting didn’t last long and soon it would be empty and all the memories the magic held important would pour inside of him. He’d hold onto them with me, knowing my life almost as well as he knew his own. Wess licked over my gland, teasing the tautly pulled skin with his tongue. He licked in circles and around the edges, slowly applying more and more pressure until I thought it might burst from licking alone.
“Ready, mate?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.
“I think I’ve been ready since the moment you walked into Lero’s house today,” I admitted, turning my face aside to give him more room. He placed one more promising kiss on it before bringing out a single canine. I watched from the corner of my eye, wondering if it was his bear canine or if snow demons hadfangs. I’d ask later or maybe the claiming vows would let me know. My train of thought exploded again as the elongated tooth broke the surface of the gland and clear magical fluid poured out. Wess lapped it up, hungrily, drinking in my memories and swallowing down a magical part of me. I couldn’t see what the claiming vows showed him, but I didn’t have any secrets to keep from him.
When my gland ran dry, he claimed my mouth in a hard kiss and our hips rocked again. Smooth, frictionless thrusts made me bite my lip, but I growled anyway. It all felt too good to keep my mouth shut. Wess’s big, strong hands kneaded into my ass cheeks again and I found his claiming gland. Its icy surface burnt cold against my lips. I licked it a time or two but a shiver shimmied down my spine. Wess laughed and my thoughts must’ve rolled over him from our half-open mating link.
“Yeah, the stuff inside is probably icy,” he nodded, squeezing my ass again.
“Trying to give me a damn brain freeze,” I teased him and licked over it one more time before borrowing my bear’s canine tooth. I pricked the taut skin over Wess’s claiming gland with the very tip, careful not to hurt him. I wanted good stuff full of memories and not his blood. That needed to stay inside his body.
The clear magical fluid ran out quickly and in icy rivulets and streams. Itwasicy against my tongue and tasted like a blend of marshmallows and vanilla bean ice cream. I lapped it up and a chill went through my body and spread out through my limbs and up the back of my head as if giving me a shield. Then came the memories – slow and sweet. So much snow and ice and so many wolves who shifted into forms that might’ve been yetis or bigfeet or something else altogether. Loop, Sawe, Damon, andothers. One very frequent visitor years ago named Hudson, but he’d since found his true-mate within his own pack. More snow. More ice. Garden statues that buzzed with magic and victory. The train ride here with the world blurring by and the first time he laid eyes on my twin who he was suspicious of at first. Then seeing me and losing is cool. The ball comment that made my mate want to face paw. Then Venal in the snow with his frozen gun. Glimpses of visions – or at least what I thought must be visions – came next. Mori missing his mate in the bar. He was indeed wearing a Grim Howler’s shirt. I couldn’t catch enough of his face to see him properly even when I squinted. The image was fleeting but he had a five o’clock shadow that night. Maybe Wess’s magic was pouring into me and sharing his gift. Only I knew these weren’t new visions. He’d already seen all these things before.
I kissed him hard when the clear magical fluid ran dry. His memories now lived inside me and somehow that made me feel more whole than I’d felt in a long time. My bear and his nuzzle, reminding me how much bigger than me a polar bear was.
We held onto each other, kissing and licking, while our hips rocked bringing us both closer and closer to the edge. A delightful cold fire danced in my limbs and my fingers and toes. It spread over me again and again, stretching out my pleasure and teasing me all over. I moved it around my flesh, spinning it here and there, and somewhere in the middle of it all I realized these cold sensations didn’t fully belong to me. That’s how Wess felt all the time.
“It’s yours too,”he said over our newly opened mating link.“Snow and cold like to move around. I didn’t know it would happen but I think the claiming vows have actually given yousome new sort of magic. I can feel you moving it over your skin.”
“Maybe I can freeze the next asshole,”I teased.
“Anyone you want,”he agreed, running his fingers through my hair.
He dug his heels into the bed and thrust up into me hard and fast, giving me more and more until the cold danced in quick, hard spirals over my skin, bringing more and more blood to the surface. Reaching between our bodies, Wess took my throbbing cock in his hand and stroked me in time with how our bodies rocked together. Everything inside me drew up tight and my balls were heavy. So heavy that I knew it wouldn’t take much more. I didn’t need to tell Wess I was close because now that our mating link was open, he could feel my pleasure just as easily as I felt his. We kissed hard and I growled against his lips as the pleasure overtook me. He tightened his grip on me and I roared as warm, sticky lines erupted from me. He kept stroking and teasing as he thrust faster and faster, giving me more and more and drawing out my orgasm as he chased down his own. Everything inside of him called out for relief. I hugged him tight with my body, squeezing his cock as it rose up into me. He growled and snarled and finally threw his head back and roared back at me as he came. The sound echoed around the bedroom and probably beyond our home, but everyone knew what newly met true-mates did on their first night together.
We collapsed, spent. It had been such a long day and the start of a long night. Sharon Claudis was still roaming around but now I could probably freeze her and chip some of her off to use in my drinks. That was the happy thought that carried me off to sleep.
I woke the next morning all wrapped up inside Wess’s arms and with a slight headache on the top of my head as if someone had bit me in my sleep. I patted around and couldn’t find the cause of the pain.
“Maybe it’s from the cold magic,”my bear yawned and turned over to go back to sleep inside his inner sanctum.“Like a brain freeze. A patchy brain freeze?”
My bear wasn’t worried about my headache but then again he didn’t worry about much of anything when he was asleep. I wiggled around and rolled over onto my back. Wess snuggled in close, keeping me against him. The corners of my mouth pulled up into a grin. This was nice. This might even be close to perfect but my baby wasn’t home. So before even rolling out of bed, I checked in on him. He was still asleep and dreaming of tearing apart a giant throw pillow that had rows and rows of teeth. It was slow going but my kiddo was getting the best of the dream pillow of doom.
Wess chuckled and kissed my neck, picking up the dream over our little family link once I zoomed in on it. Then I shut my link to my baby tight as I rolled back over onto my side for a long, slow good morning kiss. I lost myself to his warm, sleepy mouth and our bodies came together as if this had been our morning routine since time immemorial. Then after a quick shared shower we headed into the kitchen. I put on the coffee because I was pickier about it. The claiming vows hadn’t shown me how Wess liked his coffee, but I knew because he knew. It was as if someone had poured extra knowledge in through my ear while I slept. He liked coffee as long as it was coffee. I drank mine strong enough to standup and walk away on its own. I hadmissed it while solely chest feeding but Baby Andy was mostly on the bottle and baby food now. So, I indulged here and there. Today was definitely a day to indulge.
The sun was just peeking into the backyard, so I pulled Wess away from the fridge where he was planning what to make for breakfast and outside with our steaming mugs. Mine had a snowman on it and his, a polar bear wearing a Santa hat. I bought it years ago, but it fit him perfectly. We sat on the back porch leaning against each other and watched the sun greet the day. Our first full day as true-mates.
The ache in my head rattled again and I shook it until the sensation passed. The headache reminded me that somewhere not too far from here Venal was frozen into an ice statue. After we finished our coffee, I sat the mugs just inside the back door and looked to Wess. He popped his neck and yawned before sinking down as translucent fur sprouted from his skin, making little rainbows in the icy morning air. It didn’t appear its trademark white until his transformation was complete. I ran my fingers through it, it was soft and warm. He bumped against my side and started thinking about my own bear. He came out slowly as if not quite ready to conquer the day.
Venal being a frozen mess was bittersweet for my inner beast. Sure, something had to be done about Venal but at one time he was at least a net neutral in our life. He didn’t sign up to be a sire and since we weren’t trying to make a baby when Andy was conceived, I didn’t hold that against him. Our hookup was exactly that but once he started working with his mother…. That was another story. Still, it was surreal to think that the man I conceived my baby with would willingly hand him over for sacrificial purposes.
