Chapter 15
Kip
My mom and dad packed a large grocery sack full of leftovers for Brax and me to take home.
As if we didn’t know how to cook and could no longer take care of ourselves now that we were mated.
Then again, we had spent the last two weeks on vacation, and since Braxton had left on a whim, all of his food in the fridge was spoiled.
I had opened it in search of some creamer for my coffee and saw more than one whole society of bacteria growing in various Tupperware containers. I promptly closed the door and decided that was a problem for a different day.
“I suppose tomorrow we have to return to work?” Brax said as we settled onto the couch.
“Yeah, we better. And we’ll have to face the rest of the den, let them all know we’re mated.”
“Indeed,” he said. He was quiet for a moment, staring off into space like he was lost in thought. “I’ve waited a long time to be able to stake my claim publicly. But now that it’s happening, I just want to keep you close to me, in private. Like we have been.”
I grinned. “I know what you mean. I’ve wanted a mate for what seems like forever, but we’ve been so spoiled the past two weeks with just you and me.”
“The vacation isn’t over quite yet,” Brax said.
“Oh? What did you have in mind?” I could guess. We never spent much time alone without being naked in each other’s arms. It was the newly mated phase, and I was here for it.
“I want you.”
“I’m yours.”
“No, I mean, I want you. Your monster cock. In me.”
I raised a brow. “Are you sure?”
He nodded, the eagerness lighting up his eyes.
“Brax, I’ve never—”
“Me neither.”
“Yeah, but I just assumed that I’d never. I’m not sure—”
“Do you want to? We don't have to. I am satisfied with you just as we are. I don’t want to pressure you, so if it is not something you want, then we don’t have to.”
“I...” I trusted him. So much. It hit me then just how much I could trust him.
I could say that I didn’t want to and he would drop the subject forever.
But also, I would never lie to him. “I want to. It never really occurred to me before, but I’m not going to lie, when I’ve seen my cock disappear into that luscious mouth of yours, I’ve been dying to know what it would look like buried in your ass. ”
“Then let’s find out,” Brax said, his voice dropping to that low, rumbling tone that never failed to make my knees weak.
He stood from the couch and held out his hand. I took it, letting him pull me to my feet.
My heart hammered in my chest. Two weeks of being mated and we’d explored each other’s bodies thoroughly, but this was different.
This felt like crossing another threshold, one I’d never imagined I’d get to cross.
Omegas didn’t top. I’d had more than a few worries about being treated differently because of my size—both my height and my dick—but Brax made sure I knew how much he loved both those things about me.
Brax must have sensed my nervousness through the bond because he turned to face me, cupping my jaw with both hands. “Hey. We go slow. If you don’t like it, we stop. No shame, no pressure. Okay?”
I nodded, leaning into his touch. “Okay. Same for you. If it hurts, I’ll stop. We can take all the time you need.”
He winked. “Babe, I’ve been keeping my ass stretched and conditioned for this day. I may not produce slick naturally like you, but I have plenty of the human-made stuff.”
He kissed me then, soft and sweet, so different from the desperate claiming bites and frenzied coupling of our first days together. This was us learning each other, trusting each other.
“I want to do this right. Want it to be good for both of us.” Brax started undressing, pulling his shirt over his head. The sight of his broad chest and defined muscles still made my mouth water.
I followed his lead, stripping off my clothes until we were both naked. Brax climbed onto the bed, settling on his back and spreading his legs in clear invitation. The vulnerability of the position, the trust it showed, made my throat tight.
“Come here,” he said, reaching for me.
I crawled over him, settling between his thighs. “Tell me what to do.”
“Touch me first. Get me ready.” His voice was already breathy with anticipation. “Put those long fingers of yours to good use. Have you played with yourself like this?”
I nodded. “Not often.”
He groaned. “Mhm. I want to see that. Another day.”
I kissed him as my hand traveled down his body, over the hard planes of his stomach, lower still until I wrapped my fingers around his length. He was already hard, and he grew fuller under my touch.
“The lube is in the nightstand,” he said against my lips.
I reached over and found the bottle, slicking my fingers. I’d never done this before, never prepared someone else this way. My own body produced slick naturally, but alphas didn’t have that advantage.
“Just go slow,” Brax encouraged. “One finger first.”
I circled his entrance, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. When I pressed the first finger inside, his eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft moan.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Keep going.”
I worked him carefully, adding a second finger.
When he relaxed and began to grind on my hand like he was thirsty for more, I added a third.
The whole time, I watched him, fascinated by the expressions crossing his face.
Pleasure, need, trust. Through the bond, I could feel echoes of what he was experiencing, and it only heightened my own arousal.
“You want this,” I said. “You’re so hungry for my cock, your body can’t wait.”
“Fuck yes, mate. I’m ready. Been waiting an eternity to feel that monster inside me.” His hand wrapping around my cock. “Please, Kip. I need you.” His long fingers were able to close around my girth, but even with both hands stacked on top of one another, he couldn’t cover my whole length.
I’d never heard those words directed at me before. Never thought I would. I positioned myself at his entrance, my hands shaking slightly.
“Look at me,” Brax said.
I met his eyes, those warm brown depths full of love and certainty.
“I want this. I want you. Show me what it feels like to have my mate inside me.”
I pressed forward slowly, feeling the tight heat of him envelope the head of my cock. Brax gasped, his hands gripping my shoulders.
“Too much?” I asked, freezing. The head of my cock had barely breached his entrance. It was more than my three fingers.
“No. Don’t stop. Just... go slow. Fuck, that feels so good.”
I eased in inch by inch, giving him time to adjust. The sensations were overwhelming, the tightness, the heat, the intimacy of it. And through the bond, I could feel his pleasure mixing with mine, creating a feedback loop that had us both trembling.
When I was finally fully seated inside him, we both stilled, breathing hard.
“Fuck,” Brax breathed. “You feel incredible.” His eyes fluttered, and he sucked in a breath when he clenched around me. His cock jerked, like he was about to come untouched.
I couldn’t form words. The rightness of it, the completion, was beyond anything I’d imagined. I leaned down and kissed him, pouring everything I felt into it.
“Move,” he urged. “I need you to move.”
I did, pulling out slowly before pressing back in. We found a rhythm together, steady and deep. Brax wrapped his legs around my waist, changing the angle, and we both groaned.
“There,” he panted. “Right there.”
I adjusted my thrusts, hitting that spot with every stroke. His cock was trapped between our bodies, rubbing against my stomach. The friction and pressure had him making those delicious sounds I loved.
“Not going to last,” I warned. “You feel too good.”
“Then don’t. Come for me, omega. Fill me up. I want to be so full of your cum that I leak for days.”
The words, the permission, the absolute acceptance in them, it shattered me.
I thrust harder, chasing my release, and when it hit, it was like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I could feel Brax through the bond, could feel his pleasure amplifying mine, and it went on and on until I thought I might pass out from the intensity.
Brax came between us untouched, his whole body tensing as he spilled over our stomachs.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us gasping for air. His arms came around me, holding me close.
“Holy shit,” I managed.
Brax laughed breathlessly. “Yeah. That about covers it.”
I lifted my head to look at him. “Was it... was it okay? Did I—”
“Kip.” He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. “It was perfect. You were perfect.”
Relief flooded through me. “Good. Because I definitely want to do that again. If you want to.”
“Oh, we will. Frequently.” He grinned. “But maybe give me a few minutes to recover first.”
I rolled off him, tucking myself against his side. He pulled the blanket over us, and we lay there in the comfortable silence of two people completely content.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“For what?”
“For wanting me. All of me. For not making me feel like there was something wrong with me because I couldn’t sense you at first. I’m sorry I made us wait.”
Brax turned to face me, his expression serious. “There is nothing wrong with you, Kip. Not one single thing. You’re perfect exactly as you are, and I’m the luckiest alpha alive that you’re mine. You were worth the wait. I’d wait twenty years if it meant that you were mine at the end of it.”
I blinked back the sudden sting of tears. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed my forehead. “Now and always.”
Outside, the world continued on. Tomorrow we’d return to work, face the den, deal with whatever came next. But right now, wrapped in my mate’s arms, nothing else mattered.