mate as he stood across from me, our hands joined as Byrom blessed our mating. The Alpha Omega at his side, their two children nearby.
We opted for a mating ceremony on the full cold moon after all. Once we confirmed that I was in fact pregnant, there was no reason to delay. I wanted to begin my life, officially, with Curt at my side.
“From the power of this pack, and all the wolves within, I bless this mating and welcome the pack to do the same,” Byrom said.
Curt and I turned and faced the pack members, each of them whooped and howled their praise at our mating.
“Now, let us take our wolf form and celebrate this cold night, the last full moon of the year,” Byrom said.
We all shifted quickly, not wasting any more time in our skin in the cold night air.
My wolf gave chase, urging our mate to follow us. He didn’t disappoint. We ran until our legs were too tired to run anymore. Then we stopped for a drink. I realized then where we were. The same stream where we had discovered that we were mates.
I nudged Curt with my nose, he looked at me quizzically. My wolf teased, jumping and playing around him.
He scented the air. Recognition showed in his eyes. Then desire.
I pushed at him, urging him to head for home. As much as I loved our first time together, I didn’t wish to repeat the experience on one of the coldest nights of the year.
No, our claiming would happen in our bed.
When we got to our home, we shifted back to our human skin and went straight to the bedroom.
I threw the covers back and climbed in our bed, Curt joined me. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my neck, lingering where his mating bite would go. I grasped his arms and pulled him so that his body covered mine. I was slick, ready for him.
“Mark me, mate,” I said.
He groaned. “Gladly.”
He pressed a finger to my entrance and massaged my hole until I opened for him. The copious amounts of slick made quick work of stretching me. I was more than ready for his cock.
I bucked my hips, my hand stroking my dick until it leaked pre-cum. “Now, Alpha,” I said.
He silenced me with a kiss, distracting me until he was buried to the hilt inside my channel.
I opened my eyes and stared into his. “My mate,” I said. “My wonderful mate.” We were together, as one, like our claiming ceremony had signified. Two wolves, one life together.
“All yours,” he said.
He moved, rocking into me again and again, bringing me to the cliff, then when I was sure I’d come, his fangs descended and he latched onto my neck. His bite brought a pinch of pain, then an explosion of pleasure.
I howled, bucked my hips, urging him deeper in me as his knot locked us together. “Alpha!” I shouted.
“Omega mine!” He kissed the mark on my neck, licking the wound so it could heal quickly.
A permanent mark would remain so all would know that I was a claimed omega, I was his and he was mine.
“I love you, Curt,” I said.
“I love you, too, Tyson.”
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1. David
Why did my parents have to move out of town? If they’d stayed where they were, in the house where my brother, sister and I grew up, I’d be home by now being fed Christmas cookies by my grandmother. I’d be listening to my Uncle Saul sing festive songs off-key in between taking sips of mulled wine, and after he finished serenading us, he’d curl up in an armchair and snore until someone woke him up.
That house had three stories and was old and rambling, and it had hiding places in each room. As kids we were convinced there was a secret passage that led to a fairy glade or gnomes’ cave and tried to hack down a wall with an ax until Dad found us and banished us to the treehouse in the garden.
We’d plotted mad adventures in that treehouse, and my childhood memories were bound up in every part of our home and garden.
And now they’d sold it, saying it was not right for them with all us kids having left home. Mac, my brother and my sister, Sarah, and I had come home for a long weekend before the sale was finalized, and gone through our possessions. Old photos,