Page 159 of Omega's Flight
Cas reached down between them, trailed his fingers over Raleigh's cock before taking his own in hand and raising his hips to give himself room to obey Raleigh's command.
"Yes, now," Raleigh groaned. He spread his legs and rolled his hips up toward Cas, begging with his body while his mouth made unintelligible sounds of pure desire.
His body shaking with need, Cas braced himself against the mattress, stole one last kiss before he committed fully to this, then pushed himself home inside Raleigh's body.
Raleigh yelled and bucked up against him, one leg twisting to wrap itself around Cas's thighs, the other shoving against the bed as he clutched at Cas with bruising force. "Yes, please," he begged, and laughed wildly as Cas began to thrust inside him. "Please," he whispered, and kissed Cas's cheek. "I love you."
"I love you." Cas's spine lit up as he moved, as if he were connected somehow, hardwired into Raleigh's body. His brain had given up for now, his body running the show as trailing streams of ecstasy spun about his body with every touch of Raleigh's skin on his, every pulse of his cock inside the man he was making love to. Raleigh made small desperate noises and if Cas wasn't already drowning in the feel and the smell and the emotion of it all, he might have been too. It was like he could feel something inside Raleigh reaching out to him, begging him to give it a pup. Demanding that he do so and promising sweet ecstasy in exchange.
Cas bent to his omega's demand, his hips pumping furiously, met with an equally violent desire on Raleigh's part. He felt teeth on his shoulder and gasped as the sensation seared down to his groin, stoking the flame building there to something resembling the bonfire they'd burned for Blood Moon. It wouldn't take much before the fire consumed him entirely.
Raleigh tightened around him, his arms and legs pulling Cas even closer, and cried out as his own orgasm claimed him. Cas held him, face buried in the sweetness of Raleigh's hair, and chased his own pleasure like a rabbit now that Raleigh had taken his. Raleigh laughed softly and stroked his back, encouraging him with loving touches and whispered words that held all his previous passion in them, until he carried Cas as well over the brink in a tangle of desperate desire.
As the blinding flash of pleasure began to fade, Cas felt his body go slack, as if he'd given all of himself to Raleigh in these last minutes. He let himself fall to the side and gratefully allowed Raleigh to gather him in, to pillow his head on the omega's shoulder. "That was amazing," he murmured, and draped an arm around Raleigh's waist, closing his eyes in contentment. "You enjoyed it too?"
Raleigh gave a quiet snort of laughter. "Oh, yes. Twice."
That woke Cas up. He raised his head and opened his eyes to stare hopefully at Raleigh. "Twice?"
Raleigh grinned and pulled him back down. "Yes. Now, get some rest." He closed his own eyes and tilted his head to rest his cheek against the top of Cas's. "I don't plan to give you much down time tonight."
"Lysoon," Cas whispered, and let his eyes fall shut again. "I hope I survive."
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I 'd been right about the suitability of my alpha and by late morning my feverish hormones had worn off. While I mourned how short a time I'd had to just pounce on Cas whenever whim and opportunity struck—which had been about four times over the course of the night and the morning, plus some anxious pacing when he had to slip off to the office to get some information for Garrick—I was certain I was with pup. By the end of November, no one could argue the fact that I hadn't come into heat again, and the only fly in the ointment was the constant, "So when are you signing the contract, then?" that seemed to be the second thing out of everyone's mouth lately.
The pups were excited to have a new brother or sister in the spring, and Holland flew into action to make sure we had a larger place to live. "I'm assuming you're not stopping at just the one," he'd said dryly, and Cas had laughed and replied, "Are you?" Since Holland was already pregnant, a consequence of the Blood Moon, the answer was obvious.
And even Degan, awkward and uncertain about his status as divorced by his omega, had begun a tentative relationship with a shifter from Mercy Hills. Concetta was a third cousin to Duke and somehow, through the twisted convolution of shifter family trees, to Abel and Cas through their sire's line, but in a usual so-many-times removed way that gave me a headache just trying to follow it. But she was very practical and no-nonsense, and where the pups had started to run a little wild under their sire's influence, she had them quickly brought into line.
She was teaching Ann to sing and to dance something more than the pack dances, and we'd discovered that our oldest had a lovely, pure child's singing voice and some talent for ballet. Henry was introduced to her nephews and began to discover the wonderful world of trucks and dozers and building enclaves out of scraps of wood and piles of dirt. She’d even coaxed Pip into spending more time with her sire, mostly by encouraging her to bring her friends along with her and teaching them to play card games.
I'd made sure, when I'd chosen gifts this year for Christmas, that there were some small things the pups could give her, though I didn't include anything to her from me. I did make something for Degan, but it would just be from me—Cas and I had both agreed that it was best he stayed out of it.
Christmas morning, I woke up early to start breakfast. Nothing heavy, because Connie had wanted to do something special for them up at Degan's, an old family recipe of hers, but Cas and I would need to eat and the pups could have a little to hold them over while they explored their gifts from Midwinter Wolf.
Cas groaned as I wiggled out from underneath the covers. "Is it morning already?"
"It is. You stay in bed, I'm going to start breakfast." I kissed him and laughed when he stroked my belly, then quickly threw on some clothing. The house was cool this morning and I wondered if one of the pups had opened a window again during the night to listen for Midwinter Wolf.
My last trip into the city, when Holland had taken me to be interviewed by a human television host for their TV show, we'd stopped for fast food and I'd been introduced to these little sandwiches with eggs and ham and cheese that were so good I could have eaten twice as many as we'd bought. My plan for breakfast was to make them for the family, and the pups could just have half of one each. Then Cas and I could gorge ourselves after we'd brought the pups up to Degan's.
The ham was sizzling nicely when I heard the patter of puppy feet, then Henry's voice yelling, "He was here, he was here! Look, Midwinter Wolf was looking in my window."
Cas came chortling around the corner. "I swear," he whispered as he hugged me from behind. "I'll clean the mud off the side of the house."
"You better," I warned him and grinned when he kissed my ear.
Pip came slouching out into the kitchen and fell onto her chair.
"Merry Christmas," I told her. "Don't you want to go see what Midwinter Wolf brought?"
"I know it was just Cas," she pointed out.
Cas and I exchanged a glance, then he turned to Pip. "Don't tell the other two, okay? They still believe."
She nodded and yawned.
