“We are in no rush,” I told him, closing my fist around his stiff cock. “Winter nights are long.”
“But my patience is short.” Jude threw one leg over my hip. “That feels so good.”
“I can do better.” Squeezing and stroking his cock, I kissed my way down his body, under the covers, to reach his belly and swirled my tongue in his belly button. “So much better.”
As he groaned, I replaced my fist with my lips, swirling my tongue over the head and clearing away the droplet of precum before taking him into my mouth and sucking.
“Alpha!” he cried out, reaching for my head and burying his fingers in my hair. “That is better.” I sucked and licked, nibbled and scraped my teeth over his sensitive skin while he moaned and held my head there, refusing to let me up. Not that I tried. I was very happy to deep throat the omega all night. Gliding my fingers back, I found him slick. Toying with his hole, I fingered him, preparing him.
A short few minutes later, I felt the first splash in my throat. I drank him down thirstily before lickinghim clean and moving back up to lie on top of him. “You taste like spices, omega,” I said, kissing his cheeks and nose and forehead. “So sweet.”
“And you have sucked me dry, but I still need you inside me,” he groaned. “Please, alpha, don’t leave me waiting.”
“No more waiting, omega.” I pushed his right leg up to his chest. His slick was even more copious, his hole tight around my fingers, but when I replaced them with the head of my cock, it popped right in past the ring of muscle. “You’re so hot.”
“And you said you were the one who threw heat,” he said. “I have my own kind.”
“Yes, you do.” No more talking after that for a few minutes, just our breaths, harsh and fast as I drove balls deep into him and out again. Slowly then faster, the covers falling aside as I thrust into him. His body welcomed me, milking me until I could no longer hold back. “You’re going to make me embarrass myself, omega. I wanted to give you longer, but you’re too good.”
“Come in me, alpha.”
I shuddered, balls tightening, and cum shot out of my cock and emptied itself into his body. My knot swelled, and I fought the urge to mark him. He was mine. My fated. But we hadn’t agreed to anything permanent, and I wasn’t going to put that on him without his agreement. For now, knotted to him, I rolled to the side and brought him with me. There would be other times, Goddess willing, and maybe he would consent to marking.
He deserved better than me…but I didn’t know what I’d do if he didn’t want me because I was already in over my head with this sweet, merry omega.
Chapter Sixteen
Jude
The chill of the morning woke me from a deep sleep. I stretched, trying to wake up the rest of my body, and the events of the night came flooding in. My body remembered everything. As I moved my legs, I realized some parts of me were sore. My back was warmed by my alpha, cuddling in behind me. His deep breaths told me he was still asleep.
My wolf demanded I get up, rekindle the fire, both the one in the fireplace and the one between my mate and me.
We didn’t want our alpha to wake up to a cold room.
I rose from the bed, careful not to wake Ripley up. As quietly as possible, I pushed around the hot coals and added some pieces to get warmth in and then headed to the shower. Once I was cleaned up, I got out and threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants and fuzzy socks.
Touching my fingers to my face, I realized I was smiling. Because this morning wasn’t just about getting up and making breakfast like I always did.
This time, I was making breakfast for my mate. My fated mate. My alpha.
Humming, I threw some logs into the fireplace in the living room and turned on the oven. Soon, a batch of savory bacon and Swiss scones were baking in the oven and I began to whisk eggs for a frittata. The coffee maker was on and I heard it begin to make its bubbly noises when the sound of a loud yawn came from the bedroom.
Ripley was awake.
“Jude,” he said softly but my wolf hearing picked it up just fine.
“I’m in here,” I called back.
While onions sizzled in the pan, I listened to the sounds of my mate getting up. He showered, too, so I took everything out and had it set up on the table when he strolled in.
No shirt.
Red-and-blackflannel pants.
Sexiest man alive.
“Good morning,” he said, coming over and wrapping me up in his embrace. His skin was still hot and red from the shower and he smelled like my soap and shampoo—and, him.
