Chapter 5 Tyler
TYLER
I never expected to find my mate during a blizzard on Christmas Eve. And I certainly didn’t expect that if I did, I’d immediately go into heat for the first time while stranded at his house.
But here I was, writhing on Spike’s bed with slick coating my thighs and my dick weeping for attention. Not from me but from my mate.
Only my mate could sate the need seeping out of my pores. His knot would take away my pain as surely as it would bring me pleasure like I never knew.
"Please…" My fingers curled around his sheet, holding me in place. The fever started after dinner, and I initially thought I’d caught a cold during my time outside.
But when I woke up drenched in sweat and slick, I thought I was dying.
The sensation of being empty and neglected was overwhelming, all-consuming.
But he was here now.
My alpha. My mate. He was the only one who could help me now.
"I’ve got you, omega." Spike’s massive hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise them, but I welcomed the marks.
I wanted them. Wearing the proof of his desire on my skin was fucking hot. “Now, Spike. Alpha.”
"I'm gonna take care of you." He slid his hand down my thigh, pushing my boxers down as he went. “I’ll always take care of you.”
My legs trembled as Spike gently rolled me over and then positioned himself behind me. My clothes were already off in my attempt to cool off, and he must have removed his boxers too because his hard cock slid down my crack and rubbed my opening just a moment later.
“Yes, do it.” I pushed against the blunt head of his cock as it nudged my hole. “I’m ready.” And I was. My body did what needed to be done to accept my mate’s thick cock.
"You’re mine, omega." Spike held me steady as he slowly pushed in. “My mate."
"Yes." I gasped and bore down to pull him in deeper. "Yours. This. I need this."
He pushed deeper as my back arched to take him fully. He was so big. Made exactly for me and only me.
"Fuck, Tyler." Spike groaned when he bottomed out inside me. "You’re tight. Perfect."
My name on his lips sent another wave of need through me, and I started to move. We'd barely had time to exchange names, but it didn't matter. Something natural and magical had brought us together. And it was keeping us together.
Spike pulled almost all the way out before driving back in with a force that seemed to shake my teeth.
“Like that.” I grabbed my cock and moved in time with the thrusts that were sending sparks of pleasure up my spine. “Give me your knot, alpha.”
"That's it, baby." One hand slid up my back to grip the nape of my neck. "Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."
The pressure of his hand on my neck sent me into a state of blissful submission. My omega preened under his dominance, reveling in being claimed so thoroughly. "Harder, Spike. Alpha. I need your big cock. Your knot locked inside me."
“Fuck.” His hips snapped forward with renewed urgency. He was close.
I was too. I could feel it then, the early swell of his knot, catching slightly on my rim with each thrust in and out of me. “Now, Spike. Please.”
"Take my seed, omega." Spike pushed faster, his rhythm growing erratic. “Take it because you’re mine.”
"Yes!" Tears of pleasure streamed down my face as I came over my fist. "Make me yours, alpha. Mate."
The words seemed to trigger something in him, and he roared before slamming into me one final time.
His cock pulsed inside me as his knot swelled to full size, locking us together.
The pressure against my most sensitive spots was intense, and I came again, my release soaking the bedsheet as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
I’d never imagined the possibility of being so fully claimed, so thoroughly bred, would reset the focus of my world. My attention now completely centered on my mate.
After a moment, Spike carefully maneuvered us to a dry spot on the bed and he spooned me while we waited for his knot to go down.
His lips pressed against my shoulder and he kissed me. "My beautiful omega," he murmured. "Can't believe I found you."
I turned my head to catch his lips in a kiss that started gentle but quickly blazed into something hungry and desperate. "Need you again." I licked around his mouth, wanting to climb inside him and live there forever. "Ten more times. A hundred. Forever."
His eyes darkened. "Forever."
We spent the rest of the night making love. Sometimes hard and fast. Sometimes slow and gentle.
But every time, it was intense and loving and perfect.
I woke up alone in Spike's bed with sunlight streaming through the frost-covered windows. For a moment, I was disoriented about my whereabouts. But then I stretched and was reminded that my body was deliciously sore in ways I'd never experienced before.
As I inhaled, a whiff of Spike’s scent on the pillows reminded me of the night I’d shared with him. My mate.
My heat had broken sometime during the night, leaving me clear-headed but still filled with that bone-deep certainty that Spike was meant to be mine.
I stretched again, wincing slightly at the pleasant ache between my legs.
Spike had been...thorough. And multiple rounds of knotting tended to leave an impression.
His seed was still leaking from me, and I was warmed by the thought that he was still physically inside me in such an intimate and dirty way.
There was a soft clattering from the kitchen, so I slipped out of the bed and found one of Spike's flannel shirts draped over a chair.
Wanting to be wrapped in his scent, I pulled it on and inhaled. Yeah, much better.
"Spike?" I called out to him as I padded barefoot across the wooden floors.
I followed the sounds to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway to watch him. Spike was standing on a chair, wearing only a pair of low-hanging sweatpants. His muscular back was to me, with his arms stretched overhead as he nailed something to the ceiling in front of the fridge.
There was something truly majestic about my mate. The strength in his shoulders, the confident set of his stance. I’d never known an alpha with such an intense presence.
Even still, I didn’t want him to get hurt. "What are you doing?"
He glanced down at me from over his shoulder. As soon as he saw me, his face broke into a warm smile that made my heart flutter. "Merry Christmas, little omega." He carefully stepped down from the chair. “Just a tiny bit of Christmas.”
That was when I noticed he'd been hanging a small sprig of mistletoe with a red ribbon holding it in a bunch. "Mistletoe?"
He looked almost sheepish as a blush colored his cheeks.
"I didn't know I'd have my mate joining me for Christmas, so this was the best I could do.
" He gestured around the cabin and its distinct lack of Christmas cheer.
"Next year, you'll get the perfect Christmas you deserve.
A big tree with lights and ornaments, presents—the works. "
My heart squeezed at his words. Next year. He was already thinking about our future together. I glanced at the mistletoe again and took a step closer. "Why above the fridge?"
He chuckled and pulled me into his arms. "We'll both stand here a lot. It's a high-traffic area." His hands settled on my hips, and he leaned down to give me a passionate kiss. "More chances to catch you under it."
I rose on my tiptoes and melted against his warm chest. "It's already the perfect Christmas because I have you. My mate. My alpha forever."
The look in his eyes turned molten. "Say that again."
"My alpha," I whispered. "Forever."
The ringing of a phone interrupted our moment. It took me a second to place the sound before I realized it was Spike’s landline. He reached over my head and grabbed the receiver from the wall. “Hello.”
I knew who it was the second I heard her voice in the distance. My sister. “Is it Mandy?”
Spike grinned. “One minute, please.” He handed the phone. “She sounds pissed.”
I knew she would be. Relieved I was alive…and then pissed. "Hey." I tried not to sound too cheery. I didn't want to rub in the fact that it was the best Christmas of my life when I’d just ruined hers. “Merry Christmas.”
"Tyler! Oh my god, are you okay? I've been calling and texting since last night!" Mandy's voice was high with worry.
"I'm fine, I promise." The guilt set it hard and heavy, and for a moment, I second-guessed my decision to stay with Spike for the holiday. "My car got stuck in the snow. I'm safe, though."
"Where are you?” Her voice changed to a different kind of concern. “Do you need me to send someone to get you?"
I looked at Spike, and he was watching me with those intense eyes that seemed to see straight to my soul.
"I'm...with someone. A friend." Friend seemed wholly inadequate for what Spike had become in less than twenty-four hours. "I'm snowed in at his cabin because the roads are still impassable. I might be here a few days."
He smiled and nodded, encouraging me to stick with that line of explanation.
"Oh…" Mandy sounded surprised, intrigued even. "A friend, huh? On Christmas morning?"
I could practically hear her eyebrows rising through the phone. "It's...new. And complicated. But good complicated."
"Uh-huh." She didn’t sound convinced, but I was fairly certain she no longer thought I was about to be made into a skin suit. "When do you think you'll make it here?"
I glanced out the window at the thick blanket and didn’t even have to lie. "Probably not for a few days, honestly. I'll try to see you all for New Year's, okay?"
“Hmm…” It took a few more reassurances and promises before she let me hang up, but I was certain I’d have to provide proof-of-life every few hours or she would send reinforcements.
When I finally hung up, I took a deep breath and looked at Spike. “Sorry about that.”
“Sorry for what?” He pulled me even tighter against his chest and slid his hands under my ass. "What I heard was that I have you all to myself for another week."
I melted into his embrace and breathed in his comforting scent. "You might get sick of me by then."
Spike glanced up at the sprig hanging above the refrigerator and shook his head. "Not a chance, omega." He kissed me again, first on my lips and then along my jaw until he was at my earlobe. “Mates are forever.”
As his lips met mine again, I sighed into him. This was exactly where I was meant to be.
In the arms of my alpha, my mate, on Christmas morning, as we started our forever.