this draw was? This insatiable hunger I had for him?
He thrust his hips upward, his legs spreading as I settled into them. His tongue danced against mine. I wanted to touch him everywhere, feel his skin again mine in every way I could.
The scent of slick reached my nostrils and any ounce of control I had slipped.
My hard cock lined up with his hole and he welcomed me in. Inch by inch, I filled his channel. His hands gripped at my back, urging me deeper.
He arched his back as I kissed his neck, sucking the spot where a mating bite would go. Where I wanted my mating bite to go. My fangs descended. I wanted to mark him as mine, but I held back. That was not something to be done without discussing it first.
“Fuck, Curt. Make me yours,” he groaned. “Fuck me.”
“Oh omega, I—” I groaned as I filled him more. My cock seemed to— “Holy shit,” I said.
Tyson stilled. “Is that—”
“Yes.” My cock inflated, locking us together. It only happened to fated mates. Which meant…
“You’re mine,” he said. He smiled up at me, his hand caressed my cheek. “My alpha.”
The words, the look on his face, pure longing and devotion, drove me over the edge. Cum erupted from my cock as I filled his channel.
He followed soon after, his cum splashing between us.
I rolled us over so that he lay on top of me and not on the cold snow. Now that things had calmed down and the lust-filled haze dissipated, I began to feel the coldness from the air seep in.
“We’re mates,” I said. “Fated.” My knot would take a moment to go down. It wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before and I wished I could truly enjoy it, but it took me by surprise.
“Yeah,” he said. He rested his head on my chest and kissed my skin.
I kissed the top of his head. My cock still buried in his ass.
“I can’t believe it,” I said.
“Are you upset?” he asked. “I—”
“No, mate. You are mine. I’m happy. Just so incredibly shocked.” I wished I had knotted him in a bed, he deserved so much more than a quick fuck on cold ground.
“Me too,” he said.
“I’ve never shifted like that before, unconsciously, I mean. One minute I was wolf, the next I was naked on top of you,” I said.
He laughed. “I think our wolves forced us together. I mean, they retreated the moment you were on top of me.”
“They knew,” I said. “I guess this isn’t fake anymore.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, just like I’d wanted to do all throughout dinner.
“Nope. It’s not.”
5. Tyson
The week between the new moon and the winter solstice were busy and extremely hectic. I didn't get a chance to have a lot of one on one time with Curt, because we were either working or with our family members doing various activities, including decorating the pavilions for the winter solstice celebration. Any and all spare time I had was spent putting together the meal for the entire pack.
This year, since our regular chef had additional help from me and Mia, the three of us were working to put together the entire meal without any other pack members having to do anything. We were excited—more than excited for this event. It was going to be a lot of fun for the pack, but a lot of work for us.
We would have the pack meal very early since the sun set a little after five in the evening, and it was tradition that we would spend the duration of the night from sundown to sunup in our wolf forms.
“How's that soup coming?” Mia asked me.
“It looks great,” I said. “Can you taste it for me?”
“You don't want to taste it yourself?” she said.
I blushed. “My stomach has been a little off and the paprika in here is strong.”
“Stomach has been off, huh?” she hip checked me. “Are we going to have a cold moon mating for you and that mate of yours?”
I laughed nervously. Curt and I hadn't discussed the fact that we were clearly fated and likely going to have a young pup very soon. It was common that fated mates got pregnant quickly, especially when no protection was used. I wanted nothing more than to be mated. But what did he want? And were pups a good idea right now? Goodness gracious, we’d just found out we were mated. How did everyone else deal with this?
“I think the soup