I chuckled and shifted.
Randy’s movements were uncoordinated from the lingering pleasure, but he managed to get into the cocoon of our joined sleeping bags.
I crawled over and turned off the heater, then used the quickly-fading glow to find the edge of the sleeping bag so that I could slide in beside Randy.
I spooned up behind him and kissed my favorite spot on his shoulder as he moved his leg to give me access. Then I took him in a single thrust.
Randy let out a satisfied sigh as I bottomed out, and I smiled as I knew just how to take care of him.
I held him close, rocking into him more than thrusting—keeping him mostly full and allowing the gentle changes in friction and pressure to bring him pleasure.
It was a slow and gentle lovemaking that I cherished. Pounding into his wet heat and making him cry out in ecstasy was always enjoyable, but the gradual build of small movements until neither of us could hold back was something special.
I kissed his shoulders, and, for the first time, I nipped at his bonding point—a reminder of the promise I’d made outside by the campfire.
Randy let out a moan that was full of longing.
“Do you like that, omega-mine?” I asked, trying the phrase aloud.
“Yes…” he whimpered.
I nuzzled the spot. “Good.” Then I sucked the sensitive skin between my teeth and held it for several seconds as I rocked into him.
The pressure of my teeth wasn’t even enough to bruise, but it had the intended effect. His entire body trembled from the pleasure.
I released the spot, but kept my lips pressed to it—growling to keep the nerves firing.
“Alpha…” he begged.
I slid one hand down his side and across his stomach. I allowed it to linger where I hoped to one day see him swell with our child, then I danced my fingers down and wrapped them around his cock. I used the rocking of my hips to push him into my grip and gave him a twist every time I fully bottomed out.
His breath came in ragged pants as he clung to the edge.
“Come for me,” I growled, then nipped his bonding point again. “Omega-mine.”
Randy gasped and moaned as he came again, his cock spilling into my hand while his perfect ass pulsed around my length.
I thrust a couple of times, then drove deep and allowed my knot to lock us together. I ground it into him as I came, prolonging his pleasure with my own.
The waves of bliss slowed, then faded entirely.
My beautiful omega was soft in my arms, humming softly as my knot kept us locked.
A breeze outside rustled the tent fabric, but the chill was kept at bay by the soft cocoon of warmth I shared with my future mate.
There was no place I would rather be.
Chapter 25 - Randy
~January~
Isat on my couch, Russy snoring from his spot beside me.
I held my left hand in my right, my thumb tracing over the silicone band on my ring finger.
As if Craig’s gentle proposal in the clearing while fireworks detonated over the lake wasn’t enough, I’d learned he had one more surprise when we returned to my cabin on New Year’s morning. On the table and sporting bows to make it clear that they’d been intentionally left and not forgotten, were a brand new bowl gouge… and a small ring box.
“Randy,”Craig had said as he stood in front of me and opened the box to reveal a gray ring with a gold mountain motif.“I want you to know I meant what I said last night. You are the omega—the man—for me, and I’m here. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
