Chapter Thirteen

Van

My bear actually could run just about as fast as Jamie’s wolf, but we took pleasure in the chase, in watching him lope so gracefully over the ground. If he thought I couldn’t quite catch him, that was all right.

Sometime between coming down from my nap and that first bite of cobbler, my bear had begun to clamor, demanding to sniff Jamie, and wasn’t that new. Sure, shifters were easier about things like that than humans, but there were still niceties to observe. And then, when we shook hands, chills ran over my limbs. I wasn’t sure what it meant, except that my bear and I were both interested in this omega beyond someone to spend a run with.

But how?

I’d always heard that when you met your mate, you knew instantly. I’d walked into the Bearclaw Inn and looked right into my mate’s eyes with zero inkling that was who he was. How…was that possible?

Different people got different gifts in this life and I’d been given so much already. Most people would give up everything for the fame and fortune I experienced as the front man for Galaxis. Not to mention the talent that supported that. It didn’t sound humble to say, but there was no denying the success I’d achieved. Fate’s kindness had already been extended to me in a big way. So, was it any wonder that I had zero expectations of adding a mate to that list?

Still…he was my mate. When I’d left the road and moved to my refurbished cabin, it was perfect, except for one thing. Something I didn’t even know I had the right to wish for.

I pushed to my feet and padded back toward the house, hoping the wolf would follow. And in a few seconds, he came alongside me. We walked along, emerging from the tree line and pausing to dress before continuing on to the house. We had spoken so little, but he was my mate and I hated the idea of separating from him for the night. Side by side, we climbed the stairs, past the landing with the stained glass window and pausing at the top, where my room was on the left.

“It’s getting pretty late, I guess,” Jamie said. “It was really nice to run with you though.”

“I enjoyed it too.” I reached for my doorknob then let my hand drop. “I don’t suppose you’d like to stretch the night out a little. Maybe go down to the kitchen for a snack or watch a movie?”

He took a tentative step toward me. “Or I could come in your room with you for a sleepover?”

I blinked. “I was hoping for a kiss.”

“How about a naked kiss.” He reached behind me and opened my door.

I took a few steps back and brought him with me. “How about a naked everything?” I hadn’t wanted to make an unwelcome move, but it seemed the moves were more than welcome. “Right this way, Jamie.” I stopped him next to the bed and undressed him, one piece at a time, enjoying the reveal. My wolf mate was lean and yet muscular without an ounce of fat anywhere it shouldn’t be. There was a lamp on, and the bed was turned down, looking very inviting.

As did the omega who lay back and held out his arms, inviting me into them. “A little overdressed, alpha?” he asked.

“Not for long.” I stripped with the speed of someone who stripped to shift on a regular basis: fast. Then joined the omega lying among the pillows and blankets. The bed was comfortable, I remembered from my nap, but what I was interested in did not have a thread count.

Kissing Jamie, I breathed in his sweet, fresh scent with a woodsy undertone. He smelled better than anyone I’d ever met. I wanted to make long, slow love to him, but I didn’t think I could do that, and when he took my hand and lowered it to his groin, the last of my control slipped away.

His lips parted under mine, and my tongue slipped inside to tangle with his while I slipped two fingers into his hole, finding him so slick I shuddered. I rolled us so he was on top because he was also tight, and I wanted to give him the ability to take me at his pace.

My cock throbbed, poised outside paradise, and I reached between us to close my fist around his cock and give a stroke. With that, Jamie lifted his hips and the head of my cock was inside him. He lowered over it a bit at a time then bottomed out with a gasp.

“You all right, omega?”

“No…because I can’t move fast enough like this.”

“Okay.” I rolled us again, keeping the connection the whole time. Tight helped with that. “Oh, you feel so good.”

“Fuck me.” He shifted restlessly. “Please.”

I drove deeper and withdrew, changing the angle and thrusting into the depths of his hot, tight, needy hole. I held enough presence of mind to continue to stroke him, striving to bring him to his peak at the same time I got there.

Just as the first spurt of cum splashed on his belly, my balls tightened and cum poured into his hole. My knot swelled like never before, holding us together. I never wanted it to end.