Chapter Fifteen

He carried me to his room.

It was across the hallway from mine and almost the same, just facing the other side of the house, and the comforter and artwork were different. But I didn't really care about those things as this alpha set me down on the bed and stepped back to pull his shirt over his head. He became the only artwork I cared to see. Most bears were kind of bulky, some even a little heavier than that, but while he had broad shoulders and a firm chest, arms like tree trunks, none of it was anything but muscle. Since hiking was his job, I supposed I should expect to see a leaner bear, but all I wanted to do was touch him. He loosened his pants and stepped out of them, standing only in his undershorts. His shoes and socks must have come off at some point. That hadn't been the direction I was looking in.

"Oh, alpha, you're beautiful."

He chuckled. "I've never been called that before, but let's get those clothes off you so I can see what adjectives to use in my compliments toward you."

"Maybe you won't want to compliment me." I swallowed hard. "I'm…I mean, you're…"

"Raise your arms, omega." He made quick work of my shirt and all the rest of my clothes, kneeling to take off my shoes and socks before pulling my pants over them. We had both been naked before, when shifting, but that was different. Shifters, at least in my experience, had a casual courtesy of not ogling one another in the process of going from two legs to four and back again. Lovers could be different. He stepped back and studied me with great concentration.

"Well?" I was breathless and a little nervous.

"Well?" he asked.

"Adjectives, alpha?"

He sat down beside me and pulled me onto his lap. "Omega, there are no words." Before I could ask if that was good or bad, his lips crashed down on mine, and I thought I knew the answer. His lips were firm, his tongue masterful in its journey into my mouth, finding my tongue to tease. Everything about him held more heat than the average, and it seeped into my skin and flesh and bones, melting me into his body. His cock lay nestled in my crack, hard and ready. But, of course, so was mine, that bobbed between us.

"I get no adjectives." I pouted when the kiss ended. "I gave you one."

"Maybe I misspoke," he grated out. "There are too many. Omega, you are this alpha's dream." He reached between us and fisted my cock, giving it a stroke. "I can't wait for you."

"I don't want you to."

His other hand reached around and found my needy hole. "So slick, omega. Lift up just a little…"

I rose on my knees, Bjorn still holding on to my cock, stroking it as if we had all day and I wasn't about to burst into his palm. "Alpha, I need you."

"Shh. Just move a little, there, yes." The swollen head of his cock prodded my hole. "Yes." I widened my kneeling stance to give him a better angle, but once he breached the tight ring of muscles, he used that free hand to guide me lower, engulfing him, stretching me over his shaft. Did all bears have this girth? Did I care.

No. I only cared about one bear.

The one who rocked his hips to go balls deep before I lifted and lowered myself again. He squeezed and released my cock in the same rhythm until I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. Panting, I tried to hold back, to make this go on as long as possible, never wanting it to be over.

We could do it again, but it wouldn't be the first time. "Easy, mate. Slowly. Slowly or I'm going to blow my load way too soon," he groaned, stilling me for a moment. "Okay. Move but not oh… Don't make it so good. You'll milk me of every drop in my balls."

"Keep talking like that," I gasped, "and I'll be spraying our bellies in about two seconds." I shivered, my knees wobbling.

And then he lifted me off and flipped me onto my back, his mouth coming down to encompass my stiff cock, sucking hard, palming my balls and squeezing gently. Still, I held control until his tongue circled my head and he scraped his teeth over my shaft.

He lifted his head and met my eyes, his aflame. "Let go, omega. Let me drink you dry." Then he closed his mouth over me again, and I filled it with my cum, his cheeks flexing as he swallowed it all down. When I sank back, limp and shivering, he pushed my knees to my chest and drove inside me hard and fast. Three strokes and he roared, hot cum squirting into my hole, the knot starting to swell before the last drops were spilled.

"Omega." He lowered his head to my throat. "Tell me if you don't want this." He licked a tender spot, teeth bared.

"I want it. I want you." I tilted my head to the side to give him better access. "I want it all."

As his teeth sank into me, I knew I wasn't worthy of him. Maybe if I worked hard, I would be because it was too late to do anything else. I was marked and mated.

And glad of it. Somehow, I'd make sure he never felt different.