I ran to the living room, but he wasn’t there. There was no fire going. I’d not expected that from him. He loved hearth fires. Where was he?
I started to call out his name but stopped when my reindeer scented his trail.
Up.
I took the stairs two at a time, tripping at the top step and catching myself on the banister. This was going to be a big heat. I was already losing my mind.
I jogged that last few steps down the hall to our bedroom. The door was ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside.
The entire room glowed from the dozen or so candles flickering on every surface. Over the head of the bed were twinkle lights like we’d had at the Christmas cabin. The covers were turned down. Soothing music played softly. A stack of clean towels and lube—which we never needed—lay on one bedstand. The lamp on my side was turned on, the stained-glass dragonflies adding color to the entire scene.
Dale stood at the foot of the bed wearing only dark blue satin boxers with a prominent bulge. His chest was puffed, his flat stomach showing off his six-pack. The pine and spice scent grew stronger. Even the candles couldn’t blot it out. I was homed in on my alpha and nothing would deter me.
He smiled like the pretty alpha he was. “I’m here.”
“Damn straight you are.” The words left my mouth before I realized what I’d said. I was past lust-drunk and ready to fuck.
Dale held out his arms.
I went right into them, not caring that I was still wearing my suit and tie. I was desperate to feel him. My underwear was wet. My cock ached and my hole was swollen.
“You look so beautiful,” Dale said. He nuzzled my neck and face before kissing me until I couldn’t breathe.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he said, pulling back as I gasped.
“I can’t wait. Just the pants. Tear them off. Then take me. Love me. Breed me.” I was spinning out of control.
Dale undid my belt and zipper, pulling my trousers and underwear off in one sweep. My shoes and socks were quickly kicked away.
“Now the rest,” he said, reaching for my suit jacket.
I tore myself away from him and jumped on the bed on hands and knees, ass in the air. “No time. I need you now.”
Dale must have swept away his boxers when I wasn’t looking, because in seconds he was crouched behind me, his cockhead probing exactly where I wanted it.
“You’re gorgeous and so ready,” he said, leaning forward and sliding partway in. “Ready to make a baby?”
“Yes! Don’t tease. All the way. I need you or I’m going to turn to mush.”
He put one hand on my lower back, pushing my work shirt and jacket up, and the other beneath me to cup my balls, and slid all the way in.
It wasn’t enough.
“Move. Thrust. Get it deeper.” I had no rationale left. “Please.” My manners came from auto-programming. My mind knew it wanted something and thought it could get it faster by saying the magic word.
“Please, Dale!”
Dale began to thrust. My mind took off for other realms as his cock drove over my prostate and hit deeper places inside me that sent me flying. I came hard and fast. Dale followed not too much later. A minute? A second? I’d lost all track of time.
Fast and messy. That was what I wanted. Needed. Already I felt his knot at my rim. “Knot me, Dale. Please. I need your knot.”
My cock was still dribbling. My ass convulsed.
Dale’s knot swelled and he shoved hard until that part of him breached my rim and stuck us together. Finally.
I let my arms bend and collapsed face first into a nest of pillows. Dale’s body covered me, warm and loving.
The euphoria of the knot created a brilliance through our bond I’d never experienced before. Dale wasn't just inside me physically, but in my mind like a big golden flower with the sunlight detailing all of its petals. The flower blossomed bigger and bigger until my mind was both encompassed and surrounding it at the same time. Through it we could communicate all our love and passion. It was nonverbal and natural. A meeting of minds in orgasmic splendor.
