pulling back a little, “before I forget why we're here.”
“Knock yourself out,” chuckled Ryker.
Even though I hadn't even sketched in the last few days, inspiration hit me like a ton of bricks as I set things up. I sketched out and started half a dozen different pictures and took tons of reference photos before the sunset, but once it started to go down, wow. The lights all over Half Moon came on as a gentle snow began to fall. I eagerly sketched the beautiful Christmas tree in the town park, then the different coastlines and the lights and the snow.
“You really don't mind hanging around while I do this?” I called to Ryker yet again.
“I have a book,” he replied, holding up a different book than he had before. “Besides, you’re my true mate, I would be happy to just sit and stare, but I didn’t want to bother you.”
I chuckled and went back to my panting. I finished up my latest sketch while he made dinner. We dragged the chairs and table into the most sheltered part of the deck, with a beautiful view.
“This is wonderful,” I said softly. “This might just be the best Christmas Eve ever.”
“I think it is,” Ryker said in agreement. “And I've lived through a lot of them.”
I laughed and smiled at him. How much had changed in just a few short days? “I love you.”
He smiled back. “I love you too. And I'm sorry.”
“For what?”
He gestured to the air. “You didn't want to paint in the snow on Christmas Eve.”
“Well, considering nothing tonight is what I was planning for Christmas Eve, I think I can stand a little snow.”
“So, why doesn't it snow in Frostbourg on Christmas Eve?” he asked.
“Well…” I said, trying to think how to simplify the legend that I had read a dozen times in my preparations for my trip. “The first prince of Frostbourg proposed on Christmas Eve, supposedly while it was snowing.”
He nodded.
“They were supposed to get married the following Christmas Eve, but… she never turned up.”
“What?!”
“No one ever saw her again. Nobody knows what happened,” I said. “It's a big, famous Frostbourg unsolved mystery. Anyway, they say that it hasn't snowed on Christmas Eve since the day he proposed, several hundred years ago.”
“That’s quite the tale.”
“I’ll tell you the whole thing someday,” I promised.
“I’d like that.”
We stood and we cleaned up together and brought the chairs inside.
“This place really is beautiful,” I said. “Thank you, for everything.”
“I'll take you to Frostbourg next year,” he promised.
“I'd like that.”
We kissed and he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me almost completely off the floor. I jumped playfully and hooked my legs over his hips, crossing my ankles behind him and forcing him to pick me up all the way.
He nuzzled my neck where he had bitten me when we claimed each other, sending a thrill of pleasure through me. I nipped him there gently in return, eliciting a moan of pleasure. For a moment I thought he was falling, but then he landed on the bed and pulled me down with him.
He tugged at my pants; I quickly undid the for him, and dropped them down to my ankles, shivering at the rush of cold air.
“It’s cold in here,” I said.
“Let's make it warmer,” Ryker teased, sliding off the bed and bending down to take my dick into his mouth.
I moaned and clutched the sheets, feeling myself grow harder as he sucked. His fingers expertly stroked across my balls and back behind them, one gently poked me and began to work its way in. I wiggled against it, grateful for the natural lubrication I produced now that I was an omega. In moments it felt as if he had slipped the entire digit inside. He planted a kiss right on the top of my dick, then kissed and tickled his way up my chest as he slid a second finger inside me. The tips of them brushed against something, sending a jolt of pleasure rushing through me. I bucked up against him with a cry.
He propped one of my legs up on his shoulder, slid out his fingers and quickly replaced them with his cock, pushing against me. I gasped as it slid in, there was just a little bit of discomfort as I stretched around it and then he was buried in me.
Thanks to the bond created when we claimed each other I could feel his pleasure in a strange sort of secondhand way, and it only enhanced