Chapter Nine
Ragnar
The omega had not heard my secret, but it would not be discussed now. Making love was one thing, but marking…that would have to wait until I could do it honestly. Binding us together required a meeting of the minds as any attorney would describe a contract.
I’d been prelaw about long enough to know that, before shifting my major to business.
I would rather he know everything about me, but with the scent of my fated mate’s slick making me dizzy, I found myself demanding he undress before I could think better of it.
And he obeyed, removing first his shirt and shoes then his socks. Then he reached for his waistband and loosened his pants, sliding them over his hips, down to his ankles.
The quilts, pillows, and other bedding were folded on a chair, and I remade the bed on the hearth, where it was warm and the golden light would cast over Aspen’s skin. I drew him down and helped him out of the last of his clothing.
“You’re beautiful, omega,” I murmured, taking in his frame, lightly dusted with dark hair that matched the locks on his head.
His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, his jaw lightly scruffed.
Everything about him was perfect in my eyes, from the top of his head to his graceful feet and especially the cock rising from the nest of hair in his groin.
I wished he’d stay forever, but I’d take any of his time I could get.
I’d always assumed if I had a mate, they’d be a shifter, most likely a reindeer. My experience with humans lay mostly in the business world. Not in an intimate moment like this.
“Ragnar, I’m naked.”
“Yes,” I spoke around a lump in my throat at the importance of this moment. “I noticed.”
“And you’re not.”
“No. Would you like me to be?”
He fisted his cock and gave it a squeeze, a drop of pre-cum glistening in the light. “What do you think?”
I undressed myself with much less finesse than he had, conscious of his gaze on me in the firelight.
Aspen could be the subject of a painting; he looked so good, lying at ease on the bed of quilts and pillows.
I lay down beside him, propping my head on my hand and trailing the other hand over his chest. My nails grazed over his nipples, which reacted, hardening.
I bent to lap at them then leaned back to see how much more they’d stiffened.
“I’m glad you’re here, Aspen.” I continued to explore his body while speaking, kissing his lips, inhaling the sweetness of his breath. His scent enticed me, his soft smile against my mouth encouraging me to dip my tongue inside and stroke his.
His scent grew stronger as our tongues tangled and I rolled onto my back, bringing him to straddle my hips, silhouetted with the fire behind him.
“Slide back, Aspen.” Gripping his waist, I lifted him so my cock slid between his ass cheeks and became coated in his slick.
“Yes, like that. You’re so ready for me. ”
“I am desperate for you.” He pushed up on his knees, helping me to position myself at his needy, naughty hole. “I have never felt this way before.” His breaths were shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Help me.”
“Easy. I’ve never wanted anyone this much either.
You’re special to me, made for me.” I adjusted his position a little more, easing him down until the blunt head forged its way past the tight ring of muscles.
I stopped there, wanting him to adjust, but he wriggled free and dropped down, my cock being drawn deep into his body.
It was so tight, I feared I was hurting him, but his expression held only intensity, no sign of distress.
His cock jutted toward me, stiff and wanting, and I freed one hand from his waist to reach for his and close it around himself. “Aspen, show me how you like to be touched. Pretend it’s my fist on you.”
He moaned, but he obeyed, stroking up his shaft to rub his palm over his head before gliding it down again. He wriggled his ass against me, but I held still, buried in his body while fixated on watching him work his cock.
“After you, omega,” I said. “I want to see you come.”
“Ohhh.” He moved faster, hand streaking up and down. “I am so full; it feels incredible. I need you to move.”
“Soon.” If I did now, he’d never be able to keep hold of himself. “Show me.”
His shudder rolled over his whole body, nearly making me come before his cum spurted from the head of his cock and spattered my abdomen. Panting, he fixed me with a severe stare. “Now. Now move.”
I rolled again, this time bringing him under me, and drove in deeper. His body closed tight around me, massaging and milking. I struggled not to come instantly. Watching him jerk himself had been one of the hottest things I’d ever seen and him naked on my rug was all the rest of them.
Mark him. Ours.
Not until he knows about us.
Gripping his thighs, I widened them and pumped in and out of him, every movement firing off nerves I had never even known I had, my balls tightening far before I was ready.
And I didn’t want to disappoint my omega, my fated, our very first time together.
Gritting my teeth, I drove in again and again until he grabbed my arm.
“Ragnar, come before you implode.” He grinned, still panting, but with a wicked sparkle in his eyes. “I need your knot.”
I wouldn’t have been alive if I could hold back then, and this omega made me feel more alive than I ever had. So I unlocked my jaw and thrust deep one more time, cum boiling out of me and into my omega. Filling him. Knot swelling and locking us together. “You have it.”
I held still, shaking, never wanting my knot to go down, never wanting any distance between us. And remembering, probably with help from the beast who’d retreated deep inside me except to try to get me to mark him. And I couldn’t. Not yet.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t mine. Or that I wouldn’t ease down so we faced one another, still tied together, but now able, somehow, to kiss.
It was all the sweetness that came after the heat.
We would make love again, but this was our only first time. And it was everything.
When my knot finally shrank, I tucked him against me and pulled one of the comforters over us. I’d carry him to bed soon. But for now, we had the fire, the quilts, and one another. And it was perfect.