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“Then get over here.”
I got up and walked around the table. As soon as I was within reach, he grabbed me and set me in his lap so that my legs were straddling his hips. I let out a mewl as his lips went to my neck and began to suck at the tender place underneath my ear. My imagination went wild, thinking about him sucking me there. Biting me. Marking me his.
I let those thoughts go and focused on the alpha underneath me. If we kept going like this, I was going to come before I even got my pants off.
“Take me to bed, Ragnar,” I panted, already clawing at his shirt, trying to remove any barriers between us. My heart fluttered like a rabbit’s, waiting for him to take me. I wouldn’t last much more than a second once he did, but it was his fault for being so damned sexy and incredible.
All his fault.
“I’m glad I got a big bed,” he said, standing and again, carrying me along with him as though I weighed nothing.
“We don’t need much room,” I said, pressing my nose into the crook of his neck, desperate to inhale his musky scent. He had my ass in both of his hands, and the feel of them had me slicking to the point of embarrassment.
He set me down and I whimpered. Whimpered like an omega that hadn’t been touched in years.
“Take your clothes off, Aspen. Now. I want to see all of you.”
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.
