Chapter Fifteen
Foster
Briar’s home reflected his personality. Not that I put a lot of time into looking around because the only thing I really wanted was my omega in my arms. But it was impossible not to notice the sense of peace the moment I walked inside.
His scent pervaded the walls, and my knees weakened at the thought of making love to my mate.
He’d asked me to mate him, catching me off guard.
Not that I wasn’t ready, but I thought he was taking things slowly.
Again, Fate.
We would not be taking things slowly after all, and I was beyond okay with that.
The omega led me down a short hallway into his bedroom and straight over to a double bed, flicking on a Japanese paper lantern next to it.
The soft light glowed over the colorful comforter, its jewel tones in contrast to the neutrals everywhere else.
All of it in harmony, and I longed to spend every night with my omega there, cuddled under the comforter in winter and lying atop it in summer.
Talking late into the night. This was a new headspace for me.
Horny as well, but also, as I undressed Briar, revealing the body I’d seen only briefly when we shifted together, yearning.
His limbs were long and toned, his chest lightly furred. Bear shifters were rumored to be a lot hairier, but his was perfect for his body. They were also famously bulky—but not my mate. Muscles, sure, but nothing bulging or outsized. Just…yes, perfect.
I laid him down on the bed, in a pool of lamplight, and made quick work of my own clothing while he watched, eyes half closed. He took a deep shuddering breath and reached out to me as I kicked my undershorts away.
“I’m here, omega mine.” Kneeling beside him, I trailed the back of my hand over his chest, his nipples going to hard, little points under my touch.
“Just enjoying getting to know you in all aspects.” Replacing my hand with my lips, I kissed his eyes, lips, cheeks, and throat, on my way down to the long, silken length of his cock.
Bears were rumored to be well-endowed, and my mate confirmed that gossip.
I wrapped my arms around his hips and circled my tongue around his head then down his shaft before returning to take him in my mouth.
He groaned, gripping the comforter on either side of him as he luxuriated in this enjoyable process.
“Alpha, please.”
I didn’t reply, since my mouth was full, but I did oblige him by taking him into my throat and sucking hard, palming his balls and squeezing lightly.
“Oh my Goddess. Foster, you’re going to kill me. Please. I need you inside me.”
Not going to be rushed or risk his not finding his pleasure, I used my fingers to oblige him, his copious slick making it possible to fit two then three fingers inside.
I stretched him, preparing him because unlike the rumors about deer, I was no small alpha in any department.
I continued bobbing up and down, taking his cockhead deeper each time until I couldn’t any farther.
But it was enough because with a garbled cry, he spurted his salty cream into my throat, abandoning his hold on the comforter for one on my hair.
The sharp tugs only served to harden my own cock even more, and the second he sagged back onto the mattress, I released him, pulled my fingers out of his hole, and surged forward.
He closed around me, muscles rippling, and I knew I was in trouble. “Omega, this first time is not going to take long. I’m sorry.”
He whimpered. “Don’t be. It’s a compliment, I think.”
“Absolutely.” I drove in and pulled back, deeper each time until my balls came in contact with him. “You deserve all the compliments.”
Then I ran out of words, thrusting again and again, not even trying to hold back.
I’d give him longer next time. There would be a next time because the hot body massaging my cock belonged to my mate.
That thought destroyed my last bit of control, and I began frantically fucking my mate, his body tight around me despite my preparation.
But his throaty demands for me to keep going showed no signs of pain, only desire.
One I shared. No drug could ever compete with the high of joining with Briar.
My mate. My fated. My gift from the Goddess who knew what I needed more than I ever could.
Briar reached for my shoulders and dug his fingers in, holding us together in the surging waves of our mating. Nothing beyond our bodies existed. If the world ended now, I wouldn’t know it. Or care, as long as we faced the finale of life on this rock hurtling through space together.
An then I came. Inside my omega. Hot cum pouring from my balls, up through my cock, and filling his hole.
He shouted my name and came again without even being touched. Some friction between our bodies or just the passion of coming together. My knot swelled, binding us in the mating ritual as I bent to sink my teeth into his flesh.
My mate’s blood, a coppery taste on my tongue, I licked the wound closed, creating the scar that would tell anyone who cared to look that he was taken. Mine. And I was his. Forever. Written in the stars. Marked on his skin. Fate’s gift accepted.