Chapter Twelve

Kurt

We sang, Christmas carols on the little sound system, the warmth of the fire wrapping around us. I had my arm around Wade, the omega’s head resting on my shoulder.

“Dinner was so good,” I said. “That was really the first time you made lasagna?”

“The very first. My experience was limited to game stews and basic things like that, but I’ve always thought it would be fun to learn how to cook things like Italian and Chinese dishes.” He sighed. “Now I’m hungry again.”

“And tired, I’ll bet.” I brushed a kiss on his hair. “Why don’t you go get in bed, and I’ll bring you a tray.”

“What kind of stuff…oh my gosh. After that huge dinner, I shouldn’t be hungry.” He sat up straight. “Maybe I will just drink a glass of water.”

“Over my dead body.” I stood up and held out a hand. “Come on, omega. On your feet.” I helped him up and turned him toward the bedroom. “I’ll follow to tuck you in with cocoa and some cookies.”

“That sounds perfect except…”

I paused, halfway to the kitchenette. “Except what?”

“Except I hope you’ll bring enough for two.”

I wasn’t sure if he meant what I hoped he did. I wanted him desperately but would never make the first move after all he’d been through. “Omega, just to be clear, are you asking me to stay with you in the bedroom tonight?”

“Just to be clear, I am asking you to make love to me in that bed tonight.” He spoke bravely, but his cheeks bloomed with color. “And I never thought I’d want that with anyone. But I want you.”

I was at his side in a trice. “Are you sure?”

“Sure enough to say hold off on the cocoa and cookies for a while and come with me now.”

“How could I refuse you, omega?” I scooped him in my arms. “Let’s go see if that bed is as comfortable as it looks.”

“It is. You’ll never want to sleep on the floor again.”

“I don’t know. It’s been pretty good so far.” My protests might have been better if I hadn’t strode into the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

He looked up at me, suddenly serious. “You don’t have to do this, alpha. I understand if you don’t want to. I’m not very appealing with my scars and my body all stretched out of shape.”

“Omega, that could not be further from the truth. I wanted to say that if we make love tonight, it’s not a casual thing.”

“You mean you want to do it again? But you don’t even know if I’m any good.”

I hated that he thought of himself in those terms. “No, I mean if we do this, I want to mark you, but I won’t do it without your permission.”

“You have it.” He tipped his face up toward mine. “Now, are you going to kiss me, or do you just want to talk all night?”

“You have no idea.” I bent to take his mouth, my hands already working to undress him. He thought he was ugly, but as I revealed his body, I saw only beauty. Young, strong limbs, the skin stretching over his rounded bump, and the mark on his face that said he could survive just about anything.

When he was naked, I stood and turned, lying him carefully on the bed before undressing myself. He watched me carefully, and I had never felt so self-conscious, hoping he would find me half as appealing as I did him. If his erect cock offered any indication, I was doing okay in his eyes.

Lying beside him, I used my lips and hands to map his body, learning all the planes and dips, tracing the stretch marks on his belly. I nibbled his earlobe before lapping the spot where I would mark him. Not yet though. I knelt over him, trying to think what position might be comfortable, even pleasurable for him, but any way I thought of I was afraid might cause him pain.

“On my side, alpha,” he said. “I can support my bump with a pillow and pull my knees up high. I think that will work.”

It was more technical than romantic, but it was also important to discuss and make sure my very pregnant omega was comfortable. I helped him settle into position then lay behind him, skin to skin for the first time. It was bliss before we got any further along. I nibbled the back of his neck, whispering naughty things while reaching between us to test his slick. I’d never been in bed with anyone pregnant before, and I didn’t know all the details about how this worked, but he was so ready for me. “You’re so slick, omega,” I growled.

“Don’t make me wait, then,” he muttered, bucking his hips back toward me. “Please.”

Fitting the head of my cock to his needy hole, I drove inside, the slick gliding me deep into his body. It was so hot and tight, the walls enveloping me like a glove. After a few thrusts, I reached over his hip to fist his cock, stroking and squeezing, needing to bring him along with me. How had I never realized what this could be like? This omega put my casual hookups to shame. But then, my wolf was also really into him, making things more intense by the moment. “Squeeze me, omega. Yes, even tighter.” With him using his muscles, it was harder to get in and out but so rewarding.

I stroked him harder and faster, his bucking hips driving him into my fist until, with a cry, he poured his cum over my hand, and my balls tightened in response. I groaned and spurted jets of cum into his hot ass, my knot swelled, and I sank my teeth into his flesh, marking him as mine.

I pulled him back into my arms and we lay together, bound by my knot, until it eased, but even after my cock deflated, I held him, drifting into the most peaceful sleep of my life.