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“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.
Chapter Ten
Aspen
I woke up surrounded by warmth but as I patted the bed next to me, I knew it wasn’t from Ragnar. He was always warm, but that wasn’t what was keeping me toasty.
“Ragnar?” I called out, hoping to hear him answer. I lay back, throwing my arm over my face, recalling the night before. I’d been right about him. He was loving and observant. Curious about what turned me on and made me tick. At the same time, he was demanding, powerful but in a way that was completely sexy and not mean or aggressive. He had the perfect balance an alpha should.
The problem was, I wanted him now, more than ever and not just because of the sex. I wanted all of him. To be mine. I was supposed to be here only through the storm, but as I got my bearings and let out a yawn, I couldn’t think of a single reason to leave, even when there was no snow.
I got up, immediately feeling the aftereffects from the night before. After the first time, I’d woken him up in the middle of the night for more and as the sun rose in the sky, he whispered in my ear, asking if I wanted him again. I did, of course. I raised my arms above my head and my muscles twinged in response. Everything, and I meant everything, was sore in the best way possible. Between our whole day of decorating and the wild night, it was no surprise.
“Ragnar?” I called out again. His apartment was small, so I knew he wasn’t there. I looked in the kitchen and bathroom anyway, but there was no sign of the man who made me moan his name over and over only hours ago.
He had built up the fire and made a pot of coffee. Where had this thoughtful man been hiding all my life?
I threw on some pajama pants and realized I needed to do some laundry. I hadn’t seen any laundry facilities, but I was sure Ragnar had some way to clean his clothes. I needed to ask him.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and walked over to the window, hoping to see Ragnar out there, chopping wood or doing something equally sexy. Everything he did managed to be alluring.
Gasping, I pressed my nose to the window. There was a reindeer outside. A huge reindeer. I half expected to see Santa walking over to retrieve it at any second.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, turning to show Ragnar but he was still nowhere in sight.
And then something happened. My breath caught in my throat and I dropped the cup of coffee onto the floor. I heard the crash of the ceramic, felt the hot coffee seep into my pajama pants and onto my toes.
The reindeer changed before my eyes into a human and not just any human. The animal changed into my human. Ragnar.
A very naked Ragnar.
