Chapter 8
Braxton
The warmth of the cabin thawed out my insides after I stepped inside and shut the door.
It did nothing to calm the nerves that rattled me.
Once Kip had walked away, I spent several minutes pacing in the snow, weighing my options.
He needed space, and I gave it to him, for a moment.
If he needed longer, then I would walk away. I had to.
If this was all it ever was, one kiss and then we were done, I wouldn’t regret it. It was one, glorious, life-changing kiss, and I’d take it.
“Kip—”
“Don’t talk.” He closed the distance between us, slamming my body against the door and covering me with his own. His lips landed on mine, and everything around me ceased to exist.
I had my mate in my arms, and that was all there was in the world.
Before I knew Kip was mine, I’d been with other omegas. As a six-foot-six alpha, I towered over most people. But not Kip. I might’ve been bulkier, but we were nearly the same height.
I let him take control of the kiss. He had me pinned against the door, his body covering mine.
His tongue invaded my mouth like a man desperate for hydration in the desert.
His hands roved up my body, pushing off the green button-down shirt I wore until it fell to the floor.
He grappled with my undershirt shirt until it was untucked from my jeans and his hands were on my skin.
I moaned into his mouth. The heat of his skin against mine was almost too much.
I’d imagined what it would be like so often, but reality was nothing like my dreams.
It was better.
Kip’s lips left mine and traveled across my cheek down to my neck, where he latched on and sucked. My cock grew impossibly hard against my zipper, and I ground against him. His own length rubbed against mine. I’d seen the monster cock my omega was packing, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it.
I gripped his hips and spun us so that he was against the door now. My bear was happy to let Kip have control, but now I wanted a taste also.
I dropped to my knees, and Kip whined.
“Just a minute, baby. I just want to taste you. I’ve been starving for you for so long. Let me taste.”
“Fuck, Brax.” Kips head thudded against the door. He began undoing his jeans, and I pushed his hands out of the way.
I made quick work of getting his pants undone and pushed down to his ankles. His thick cock sprang free. The length of him up close made my ass clench with need. “You’re going to fuck me with this someday, omega.”
“What? Really? You’d want that?”
I looked up at him. His face held such confusion, and a little trepidation.
“Oh, yeah.” I grinned and swiped my tongue up the length of him. I shivered. “I don’t know what I want more, this monster buried in my throat or my ass.”
“I didn’t think any alpha would ever want that.”
I shrugged. “Some don’t. Depends on the couple. If you don’t want to try—”
“No, I do. I just… never thought my mate would want that.”
I winked at him. “We have a whole lot to learn about each other, Kip.” I didn’t give him time to respond, instead I closed my mouth over his length and drank him in. His thick cock was heavy against my tongue. My mouth was impossibly full of him, my lips stretched wide around his girth.
His head hit the door with a thud again, and he groaned. His hands threaded through my hair, and his hips bucked.
“Shit, sorry!”
“Mhmm, give me all of you, mate. Every moan, every thrust, all of it.”
“I’m not small, Brax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I gripped his hips, my fingertips digging into his skin. “I can take it, mate. Trust me. I want it. I want all of you.”
His eyes fluttered closed when I wrapped my lips around his length a second time.
I was not ashamed to admit that I had practiced deep-throating since the moment I realized Kip was mine.
I was more than ready for his length. I wasn’t ready for the way I needed him.
His taste exploded on my tongue, and I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
“So close, Brax.”
I doubled down, bobbing my head and letting his cock deep into my throat where I could swallow him while my tongue flicked over the veins that ran down the length of him. His breaths came in heavy pants, and the hand in my hair tightened, tugging, giving me just a bite of pain.
“Come for me, baby. I want to taste you.” As soon as I had his cock back in my mouth, Kip’s hips jerked and he was coming down my throat.
I swallowed all of him, and when he was finally done coming, I licked the length of him clean. I was desperate for every drop. I’d never grow tired of the taste of him.
He sagged against the door, and I got to my feet. I swept him into my arms and carried him to the bed.
“Brax! I’m too heavy.”
I gave him an incredulous look. “You doubt my strength, omega?” I teased. Carrying a person over six feet tall was not easy, but for my mate, I’d do anything. Plus, I loved to have him in my arms. I might never stop touching him.
He shook his head. “Never. But I could have walked.”
I set him down gently on the bed. “Perhaps, but I like having you in my arms.”
“I like being in your arms.” The post-orgasm glow that lit up his eyes spurred me on. I wanted more of that look on his face.
I shucked off my shirt and jeans and settled next to him. I kissed him slowly this time, taking my time to enjoy the taste of him. I wouldn’t let the two years of pent-up desire ruin this moment for me. As much I wanted to devour him, I needed to savor him as well.
“Brax.”
“Yes, mate?” I nuzzled into his neck, letting my tongue flick over the place where my mate mark would go.
He shivered. “Will you claim me?”
I stilled. “You want that? I thought maybe we should talk first. We can do other things without marking each other.”
He shook his head. “Later we can talk. You can explain all of it later. I want you to claim me now. I’ve been waiting forever for my mate, and you’re here, you’re mine and I want you.”
I rested my forehead against his and grabbed his hand. “Fuck, mate. I’ve been wanting to hear those words forever.”
“I mean them. More than anything. Please, Brax.”
His pleading undid me. Any restraint I had left snapped like a twig. I kissed him hard, pouring two years of longing into it, and he met me with equal fervor.
I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “Are you sure? Once I mark you, that’s it. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “I feel it, Brax. Right here.” He placed my palm over his heart. “I didn’t see it before, but I do now.”
My bear roared with approval, pushing at me to complete the bond. I kissed him again, slower this time, savoring the feel of his lips against mine. My hands mapped the planes of his body, memorizing every dip and curve. He was perfect. Mine.
I worked my way down his neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along his throat. His pulse hammered beneath my lips, and I could scent his arousal building again already. My omega was insatiable, and I loved it.
“Need you,” Kip panted, his fingers digging into my shoulders. “Please.”
“I’ve got you, my love.”
I kissed him as I circled his entrance. His slick eased the way. He tensed slightly when I pushed two fingers inside, and I soothed him with gentle touches, letting him adjust to the sensation. When he relaxed, I pressed inside slowly.
“Oh fuck,” Kip breathed, his head falling back against the pillow.
“Good?”
“So good. More.”
I worked him open carefully, adding a third. His cock was fully hard again, leaking against his stomach. Every time I crooked my fingers just right, he made these delicious little noises that went straight to my dick.
“Ready for me?” I asked, though I could barely think straight anymore. My instincts screamed at me to claim, to mark, to make him mine in every way possible.
“Yes. God, yes. Need you inside me, Brax.”
I slicked my cock and positioned between his legs. Our eyes locked as I pressed forward, breaching him slowly. The heat of him enveloped me, and I had to pause, overwhelmed by the sensation. Nothing had ever felt this right.
“Move,” Kip urged, his legs wrapping around my waist. “Please move.”
I did, setting a slow, deep rhythm that had us both gasping. I’d imagined this moment a thousand times, but reality shattered every fantasy. The way he felt around me, the sounds he made, the desperate way he clung to me—it was perfection.
“Harder,” he demanded, and I complied, driving into him with more force. The bed frame creaked beneath us, but neither of us cared.
I felt it building between us. The bond snapping into place piece by piece with every thrust. My bear was going wild, recognizing its mate, demanding I complete the claiming.
“Now,” Kip panted. “Mark me now. I’m close, and I want—I need—”
I understood. I leaned down, my lips finding that perfect spot where his neck met his shoulder. I licked the area, feeling his pulse race beneath my tongue.
“Mine,” I growled against his skin.
“Yours,” he confirmed. “Always yours.”
I bit down, my teeth breaking skin, and the world exploded.
The bond snapped fully into place, flooding me with sensation.
I could feel everything, his pleasure, his love, his absolute certainty that this was right.
His orgasm triggered mine, and we came together, the bond amplifying every sensation until I thought I might shatter from the intensity.
I licked the mark clean, sealing it, and collapsed beside him, pulling him against my chest. Both of us were trembling, overwhelmed by what we’d just done.
“Holy shit,” Kip whispered.
I laughed breathlessly. “Yeah.”
He turned in my arms to face me, and I could see my mark already forming on his skin. A perfect claiming bite that would tell the world he was mine. His fingers traced over my chest, right above my heart.
“I can feel you,” he said with wonder. “Like you’re part of me now.”
“Because I am.” I kissed his forehead. “And you’re part of me. Forever, Kip.”
“Forever,” he echoed, snuggling closer. “I like the sound of that.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, the bond humming contentedly between us. Outside, snow continued to fall, blanketing the world in white. But inside our cabin, wrapped in each other’s arms, everything was warm and perfect.