Chapter 24 - Craig #2
“Randy Quinn, from the moment I met you, I knew you were special. You called to me like no man before.”
His eyes widened, and light from the fireworks continued to dance across his skin.
“The more I learned about you,” I continued, “the more I realized just how wonderful you are. You’re strong and independent, and the kind of sassy that makes me smile. But that guarded exterior also hides pain, and I’m honored that you’ve trusted me enough to share it with me—to be weak with me.
“Randy, I know this probably feels fast, and that’s why I don’t want your answer now. I want you to know to the bottom of your heart that it’s right for you. But I have also listened. One constant in your past is that you never knew if your alphas were going to stick around.
“I don’t want you going into this new year with even a thread of doubt. I love you, Randy. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love somebody else. My heart is full to bursting, and yet I know tomorrow it will have grown to be filled with fresh emotion for you.
“I want you by my side tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that. I want to sit out here next New Year’s Eve and celebrate with you again, and every year after. I want to grow old with you at my side.”
I took a deep breath and rubbed my thumbs back and forth, wishing I could feel his skin instead of the thick gloves we both wore.
“Randy, Beautiful Randy. I’m here, and I’ll be here as long as you want me to be. I’ll wait for you to be ready. And I hope that one day soon you’ll agree to be my mate and husband.”
Tears fell from his eyes and reflected the continuing fireworks, but the smile on his lips told me that the tears were of joy.
I rose up as he pulled me into a kiss.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips as we parted.
“I love you, too,” I replied.
We stayed that way, warm air between our faces, for several seconds before I shifted and took a seat beside him again.
The fireworks show was coming to a close as I pulled him against my side. It was a brilliant display that was the perfect backdrop for the moment.
The show ended, and the chatter from across the lake lessened as people filtered into warming tents and the banquet rooms.
I stood long enough to refill our mugs with cider, then returned to my spot at Randy’s side.
The breeze had settled, and as fires grew dim across the lake, we were mostly surrounded by the crackles and pops of our own fire.
Words weren’t needed as we sat there. My beautiful omega said everything he needed as he leaned against me, and in the sweet kisses we’d share every few minutes. His scent was of joy as I breathed it in.
Our fire burned down until it was glowing embers. I stood, blocked off the air intake at the base of the pit, then spread and flattened the coals. Once I was satisfied that it wouldn’t send up any sparks or ash, I turned and led Randy into the tent.
The heater had thoroughly warmed the space, and it was almost toasty inside and remained lit by the orange glow from the ceramic. We’d zipped our sleeping bags together on the air mattress, and I was ready to enjoy the evening with the man I loved.
“Make love to me?” Randy asked as he removed his gloves and pulled me into a kiss.
I smiled against his lips. “As if I could ever refuse.”
We peeled layers of clothing from each other, careful to drop them away from where ice and snow would melt from our boots.
I shivered as chill fingers dipped between my thermals and my skin. “Randy…” I moaned.
Our lips came together as I returned the favor and dragged my hands across his skin as I revealed it.
We parted long enough to remove sweaters and undergarments, then I eased him to the makeshift bed.
He was stunning, hard cock against his middle as he reached for me. I settled against him and took both our lengths in hand as he pulled me into a kiss.
Despite the heater, there was just enough of a chill in the air to provide an exquisite contrast between where my back was exposed versus the body heat trapped between us.
We spent several languid moments kissing and rocking into my hand as the scent of his slick perfumed the air, then I shifted so that our cocks were trapped between us as my hand traveled down and I started to massage his entrance.
“Craig,” he moaned as I pushed a finger inside.
I opened him slowly, relishing his gasps and groans.
My beautiful Randy moved between my hand and where I was still pinned against his middle—his hard cock dragging against my skin.
I kissed his lips, jaw, neck, and chest—breathing deep the scent of the man I loved.
I wanted that scent surrounding me for the rest of my life.
“Alpha…” he begged.
“Are you ready for me?” I murmured from where I was kissing his collarbone.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ok.” I shifted and knelt between his parted legs, and a growl escaped as he lifted his hips to welcome me.
I slid my cock between his cheeks several times to coat myself with his slick, then pressed my tip to his entrance.
Randy let out a soft sigh of pleasure as I started to push inside.
“You feel so good,” I growled as he opened around me.
As I’d imagined earlier, his heat along my length was gloriously contrasted by the chill air at my back.
His legs wrapped around me as I bottomed out, and I leaned in to capture his lips in another kiss while we adjusted.
A soft moan, the press of his heels against my ass as he used his body to ask me to move.
I took my omega with long, languid thrusts, allowing myself to fully feel his perfection with every movement.
Randy wrapped his arms around my neck, even as his head fell back against a camp pillow and he let out a long moan.
“Good?” I rumbled as I peppered kisses along his collarbone.
“Yes…” he breathed. “More…”
I chuckled against his skin and rocked into him every time I bottomed out—adding a tiny bit of pressure and friction that I knew he loved.
“Alpha…” he moaned.
“That’s it, Baby,” I growled against him. “Just enjoy yourself. I’ve got you.”
He clung to me, fingernails digging into my back and heels spurring me on. Soft moans and pants escaped his parted lips.
Randy was always beautiful, but became absolutely stunning when overwhelmed by pleasure.
I shifted the tiniest bit, to where I knew my cock would drag across his sweet spot with every thrust.
My sweet omega started whimpering, body trembling as the pleasure consumed him.
“Let go, Beautiful Randy,” I growled.
The simple command was enough. His back arched as he came, his hard cock pulsing between us.
I kept thrusting—prolonging his pleasure—until the pulses slowed and he slumped. It was only then that I allowed myself to come. I held myself deep as I spilled into him.
We were still connected as I came back to myself and leaned in to capture his soft lips. We exchanged several gentle kisses before I pulled out. I snagged my undershirt from where it had landed on the pile of clothes and wiped his spend from his stomach.
“Get into the sleeping bag,” I murmured. “I’ll turn off the heater, then I’ll knot you.”
“Ok,” he replied with a soft smile.
I kissed him again. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” he hummed.
I chuckled and shifted.
Randy’s movements were uncoordinated from the lingering pleasure, but he managed to get into the cocoon of our joined sleeping bags.
I crawled over and turned off the heater, then used the quickly-fading glow to find the edge of the sleeping bag so that I could slide in beside Randy.
I spooned up behind him and kissed my favorite spot on his shoulder as he moved his leg to give me access. Then I took him in a single thrust.
Randy let out a satisfied sigh as I bottomed out, and I smiled as I knew just how to take care of him.
I held him close, rocking into him more than thrusting—keeping him mostly full and allowing the gentle changes in friction and pressure to bring him pleasure.
It was a slow and gentle lovemaking that I cherished. Pounding into his wet heat and making him cry out in ecstasy was always enjoyable, but the gradual build of small movements until neither of us could hold back was something special.
I kissed his shoulders, and, for the first time, I nipped at his bonding point—a reminder of the promise I’d made outside by the campfire.
Randy let out a moan that was full of longing.
“Do you like that, omega-mine?” I asked, trying the phrase aloud.
“Yes…” he whimpered.
I nuzzled the spot. “Good.” Then I sucked the sensitive skin between my teeth and held it for several seconds as I rocked into him.
The pressure of my teeth wasn’t even enough to bruise, but it had the intended effect. His entire body trembled from the pleasure.
I released the spot, but kept my lips pressed to it—growling to keep the nerves firing.
“Alpha…” he begged.
I slid one hand down his side and across his stomach.
I allowed it to linger where I hoped to one day see him swell with our child, then I danced my fingers down and wrapped them around his cock.
I used the rocking of my hips to push him into my grip and gave him a twist every time I fully bottomed out.
His breath came in ragged pants as he clung to the edge.
“Come for me,” I growled, then nipped his bonding point again. “Omega-mine.”
Randy gasped and moaned as he came again, his cock spilling into my hand while his perfect ass pulsed around my length.
I thrust a couple of times, then drove deep and allowed my knot to lock us together. I ground it into him as I came, prolonging his pleasure with my own.
The waves of bliss slowed, then faded entirely.
My beautiful omega was soft in my arms, humming softly as my knot kept us locked.
A breeze outside rustled the tent fabric, but the chill was kept at bay by the soft cocoon of warmth I shared with my future mate.
There was no place I would rather be.