20. Santa

Chapter 20

Santa

“Let’s go home.” I was ready to be alone with my mate, where it was only the two of us and I could get him naked without fear of hypothermia. We’d already had enough serious talk for the night, now it was time to let our bodies do the communicating.

“I love the sound of that.”

“Listen, boys, I need you to take the sleigh back to the stable.” They weren’t shifters like my mate, but they understood my words, and I had no worry that they would be left here in the cold waiting for their next instruction.

I took my mate’s hand and brought us home where we were instantly met by Max.

“Did you bring him here?” Dario knelt down to greet his fur baby.

“No, but I made the house ready for him. My guess is that Ryfon decided to be a little meddlesome once again.”

“Like he did with the business card?” my mate sing-songed as Max licked his nose.

“Just like that, although I’m not mad about either.”

“Same.” He righted himself and kissed me, hard.

During our kiss, Max settled down on his bed, and we took that as a sign to hit the sheets ourselves, only it wasn’t to sleep. The need growing between us was palpable, and there was nothing in our way. Not anymore. Our plan was hardly solid, but it existed, and that worked for us.

I couldn’t stop staring at Dario as he stood before me. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes upon—a vision of pure sensuality and compassion intertwined. The memory of our first time together had been the most amazing night of my life. Tonight, however, was going to be better. We were going to seal our bond as mates.

“Dario.” I reached up and cupped his cheek and he leaned into it, a low moan escaping him, sending shivers down my spine. “We have too many clothes on.”

“Let’s take care of that.” Piece by piece he rid me of my clothing, kissing the exposed skin as he did.

And then it was my turn. I wasted no time ridding him of his shirt. But his pants, that was going to be a slower process, one we were both going to enjoy. I knelt down in front of him, my eyes locking with his, my palms resting on his hips. Slowly, I unbuttoned his pants, taking my time to savor every moment of this. With a quick flick of my wrist, his pants pooled around his feet, exposing his hard, swollen length, leaking pre-cum onto his muscular thighs.

In a single, fluid motion, I leaned forward, flicking my tongue against his swollen shaft, savoring the salty-sweet tang of his pre-cum. He let out a strangled moan, fueling me on. I took more of him into my mouth, loving the way he squirmed and bucked against me as I licked his length.

I worked him slowly, teasing every inch of his cock, paying special attention to the tip before moving down to his heavy sack. I sucked and nibbled, living for the gasps and moans from him that made my own cock harder than I thought possible..

He was close, too close. When he came, I wanted to be inside him, for our bodies to be joined as we marked each other. As much as I loved bringing him so close to the edge, it was time to shift gears.

I stood up and drew him close. We kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as our hands wandered. He ground his hard erection against mine, and I groaned into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I pushed him back to the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against his lips before patting the bed. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

I guided Dario to lie back on the soft mattress, grabbing a pillow to place under his hips for comfort. He looked good in my bed. Sugar-plum good.

Starting at his feet, I rained tender kisses up his legs, stopping to nip and suck at his inner thighs until he was trembling and leaking slick. The enticing scent of his arousal made my head spin. I lapped at the clear fluid, savoring his addictive flavor.

Dario was panting and writhing beneath me, desperate for more. I took my time kissing and licking my way up his body until I reached his straining cock. Maintaining eye contact, I swirled my tongue around the weeping tip, then swallowed him down to the root. He cried out sharply, hands fisting in my hair. I’d planned to skip right over his length, to kiss my way back to his mouth, but I was weak, the temptation too great.

I worshipped Dario’s impressive length with lips and tongue until he was a pleading, incoherent mess. Only then did I release him and move up to claim his mouth again. As we kissed passionately, I reached between his legs and carefully inserted one finger into his entrance. He was so slick and ready for me. One finger became two became three.

“Please, Santa! I need you inside me. Make me yours.” There was no denying his pleas. If he wanted me inside him, that was where I was going to be.

I settled between his legs and lined myself up with his aching hole, slowly pushing my cock in. We both groaned at the intensity of the sensation. I waited for a few seconds, allowing him to get used to my girth, and then started thrusting with long, deep strokes, slowly at first, but increasing my speed and force with each trip. I lost myself in the blissful sensation of my mate’s body. He wrapped his legs around my waist, urging me impossibly deeper.

Our motions grew more frenzied, skin slapping against skin as we chased our pleasure. I angled my hips to hit that magic spot inside him, the one that had his head falling back, his words no longer coherent. Dario’s nails raked my back.

He was close. So very close.

“Come for me, my love. Let go.” I licked the spot where I planned to mark him and then reached between us to stroke his engorged cock in time with my thrusts.

One, two, three jerks, and Dario tensed seconds before his climax slammed into him, his hot cum spurting between our bodies. The pulsing of his body wrapped around mine had me hurtling over the edge. My knot expanded, locking us together.

As my knot grew, my head fell, my lips sealing against his flesh, marking him as mine, completing my half of the bond as his teeth sank into my neck, making him fully mine.

“Mate.” There was so much more to say than that, but it was all I could manage to get out.

“Mate.” He licked the spot where he’d just marked me. “Mine.”

“Yours. Always.”