Chapter Twelve
Micah
“Are you sure?” I didn’t want my mate to rush into anything if he still needed time. “We have the rest of our lives. If you need more time to move past, well, the past, we can go slow. I don’t have any expectations at all of how this should go.”
“That’s very sweet, omega, but I don’t need time. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but you’re my fated mate, and meeting you pushed me out of the hole I’d dug myself into.”
“Then would you like to see the rest of the house?”
He placed his hands at my waist and lifted me to my feet. “Can we start in your bedroom?”
“I’m very glad I made my bed this morning.” Actually, although I had done that, I’d also changed the sheets before he came over. I hadn’t known for sure we’d end up between them, but just in case we did, I wanted them daisy fresh for our very first time together.
“I’m not.” He nuzzled the base of my throat. “I wouldn’t mind seeing your bedding all rumpled from my omega sleeping in it.”
Whew. This alpha really knew what to say to get an omega going. I opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. The hallway light shone on the bed, almost like one of the lights over my chocolate displays, and I loved that.
This would be our first time together, and for shifter mates, who were traditionally longer-lived than humans, the first of many lovemaking sessions over our years together. That sounded both wonderful and terrifying. What if I wasn’t good? If he was disappointed in me? I stood by the bed, mind racing with the kind of thoughts I’d never had before.
But then, I’d never been at such an important point of my life.
“Omega, where are you?” The alpha came up behind me and pulled me against him. “You seem like you’re far away.”
“I’m having a little performance anxiety,” I admitted. “All of a sudden, I’m afraid that you’ll be disappointed in me. I’ve never been anyone’s mate before.”
He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. “And I have?”
“But you’re wonderful.”
He turned me in his arms and began to unbutton my shirt. “Omega, I’m thanking Fate every minute for you. You’ve already brought me out of a dark place, and now we’re about to make love for the first time.”
“And that’s the pressure.”
“No.” He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips. “That’s the beauty.” My shirt came down over my shoulders and he eased it off my arms. “We’re suited perfectly. And I can’t wait to have you naked on that very nicely made bed.”
“I changed the sheets,” I admitted as he helped me out of all of my clothes and laid me back. “I was hoping…”
“And here we are.” He stood over me, stripping away his garments with efficiency, and then there he was, naked, beautiful, and with the limbs of the dancer he was. Muscular, but not bulky. “What do you think?”
“You steal my breath.” I held out my arms. “Please don’t make me wait for you any longer.”
The grown was so deep, I thought his bear might break through, but it was the man who lay beside me and trailed a finger over my torso. “How do you eat chocolate all day and look like this?”
I laughed. “Because I don’t. I love it, but I only taste sparingly for quality control every day. Then I have one piece of any kind I like as a treat at the end of the evening. Or, tonight, I had planned on a slice of cake.”
“We can devour that later, after I devour you.”
I shuddered, as he slid down the bed and onto his knees on the floor. Tugging me to the edge, he proceeded to do just as he’d promised, taking me into his mouth and sucking me deep, his tongue circling the head and stroking my shaft. His head bobbed as he took me into his mouth over and over. I lifted my hips, wanting more, wanting him inside me, wanting everything. “Alpha, if you keep that up, I’m going to…to…”
He lifted his face, golden eyes burning, and that was it. I came and he drank me down, finally lifting off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste so good, omega.”
I was breathing hard, reaching for him with grabby hands. “Please, I want you inside me. Now.”
He licked his lips, another reminder of what he’d just been doing, and then he rose and grasped my thighs, lifting them to my chest. “No more waiting, omega.”
Edwin plunged into me, gliding through the slick and into the depths of my body. He stretched me, bigger than anyone I’d been with before, but the slight pain did not diminish the pleasure, the fullness, the friction as he drove into me again and again. I grabbed the comforter on either side of me, digging my fingers in and holding on for the ride.
In and out, faster and faster, deeper, into the center of my being before he called out my name and poured his hot cum into me. His knot swelled, holding us together in the intimacy of fated mates. He gathered me close. Sank his teeth into the side of my throat.
Marked me as his.