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Snatching his mouth from mine, Dylan pants, his warm breath ghosting over my lips. “Breed me, alpha. Need your cum. Need your knot. Need you.”
“You’ll always have me,” I grunt out just as I feel the first sparks of pleasure licking up my spine. “I want you to have my baby.” My hand floats around to his flat belly and I hope like hell his womb is preparing itself to carry a little piece of both of us. “I want you forever.”
“Oh fuck!” Dylan shouts as he orgasms, the release dribbling down his cock. I fist him, milking the rest and bringing my hand to my mouth. I lick my palm clean, then bury my tongue in my mate’s mouth, exchanging his taste between the two of us.
That act has a freight train of an orgasm barreling through me and I hold on tight to Dylan as my balls draw up and empty into him. My toes curl as my knot inflates and I bend over and bite his mating mark. I’ve long since stopped trying to be gentle with his mark and make sure it’s etched deeply into his skin. Any alpha that comes near him will know he belongs to me.
Dylan yelps in surprise and pleasure, body shaking as he gyrates his ass onto my knot. His womb still has my cockhead between its folds, taking every spurt of my cum. After a moment, it lovingly strokes against my head before letting me go, closing up tight. I rock into Dylan, feeling the petals, but not allowed entry again.
No matter. If I’ve had my way, all the cum I left inside him will catch and he’ll be having my baby in the next four months.
When Dylan stops shaking, I lay us down on the couch, where I kiss him and whisper sweet words as he comes down from his orgasm high. Every now and then, he’ll move back against my knot, rocking for a moment before shouting his release. The further we’ve gotten into his heat, the less he needs to orgasm. I love to see it. Love watching him get off and be too exhausted to move.
Love that it’s me giving this to him.
When he’s spent, he slouches against me, the smooth skin of his back warm against my chest. Sighing heavily, he says, “I think it’s over.” He might be right since my knot recedes almost immediately. I pull out and turn him around to face me gently.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, pushing back his sweaty hair and peering at his lovely face. He’s always so gorgeous, but the glow from his heat hasn’t faded and he looks radiant.
His wide grin answers before he does. “Great. Tired as fuck, but really good. Full of cum, I’m sure.”
I chuckle and take his mouth in a slow kiss, still not getting enough.
Unfortunately, Dylan pulls away, then pushes against my chest. Sighing, I let him up. He takes my hand and we head to the bathroom where I wash him gently, still wanting to take care of him.
After he’s all clean and pink from head to toe, I take him out of the shower and dry him gently. It’s still early in the day—just past lunchtime—so after he gets dressed, I plant him on the couch and start to make a late lunch.
Thirty minutes later, I bring him a plate and set it in front of him, kissing his cheek before I hand him his utensils. I love how prettily he blushes when I kiss or touch him. Almost like he can’t believe it.
“Thank you, Scrooge.”
“Welcome, baby.”
I turn on the television and the home screen shows the date. Eyes wide, I look over at Dylan. “Did you know today was Christmas?”
He scrambles to grab his phone from the table. After checking to make sure the TV has the date right, he chuckles. “No, but it’s fitting, I guess. Merry Christmas, baby.”
Pulling him onto my lap, I nuzzle up to him, not believing I’m happy about the holidays. But I am because of him.
Before I met Pickles, I would have been moping around, upset at the world because one person turned my life upside down—with the help of my own inattention—and refused to let anyone else in. Now sits this cheerful omega that wouldn’t allow me to hide behind my heartbreak and I’m better for it.
I own up to not being the best boyfriend to Carlton. I was absent and allowed myself to get too comfortable in our relationship. Now that I know what I did wrong, I know what I can do better for my mate. Being fated mates doesn’t guarantee we’ll stay together, so I know I’ll still have to work to keep my omega. But I’m dedicated to doing that. I’m ready to put in the work for him.
For my Pickles.
Wrapping him in my arms, I pull him close and kiss him mating mark softly. “Merry Christmas, omega. I have something for you.”
“Yeah?” he asks, pulling back so he can look at me. “You got me a gift?”
I nod. “It’s at my apartment, but yes, I do.”
“Wait, me first!” Dylan hops off my lap and grabs one of the many boxes under his tree. I honestly thought they were for decoration since he didn’t have any name labels on the top.
Returning with a small box I didn’t see, he straddles my lap and smiles down at me. “You’re so big, but I really hope it fits.” I give him a dry look and he tries to look innocent. “I mean big in the best of ways.” He waggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.
I rip off the paper and see a black box. Opening the top, I see a really nice platinum watch. A laugh breaks free from my throat when I see that embossed on the watch face is the word “Scrooge.” Shaking my head with the smile still on my face, I put it on. It fits perfectly.
“This is great, baby. Thank you.”
