Getting Close to the Omega (19 page)

face, caressing his eyelids, his nose and brushing his fingertips

across Matthew’s lips.

“I know it sounds weird, but I want my memories of our first

time to replace the bad. I want you to mount me, to fuck me

and claim me, as though I had no issues and no stupid

memories fucking me up.”

His heart full of love that he didn’t dare express just yet,

Matthew felt arrested by Dean’s eyes. There was lust there, but

there was also a determination that showed incredible resolve.

Bending over, Matthew softly brushed his lips over Dean’s.

“You are, by far, the strongest man I know,” he said honestly.

“I am so proud to belong to you.”

“As I belong to you,” Dean agreed. “Now, please, show me

what I’ve been missing all these years. Please.”

Thanking the Fates that he was over a hundred years old, and

had decades of sexual experience behind him, Matthew applied

himself to bringing his mate pleasure. In so many ways, Dean

made it easy for him because his delicious man was so

responsive. Dean matched every kiss with equal passion, every

touch with a moan, a sigh, or a caress of his own. After

Matthew had kissed his way down every inch of Dean’s slim

body, paying particular attention to all of Dean’s scars, he

slipped Dean’s cock into mouth, and took him down his throat.

The long groan that came from Dean’s core was like an

aphrodisiac. Sucking eagerly Matthew went as far as he dared,

pulling off slowly when he felt his mate come to the edge and

ride it hard.

“Not yet,” he soothed, as Dean moaned in complaint this time.

Carefully flipping Dean onto his front, Matthew blanketed his

mate, supporting most of his weight on his elbows. Lathing his

tongue across the nape of Dean’s neck, he nibbled the spot

gently, causing Dean to arch his back and press his sweet ass

into Matthew’s cock. Shit, have to move this along, Matthew

told himself, or he knew he was going to blow too soon.

Worshipping every muscle, every dimple, every individual

vertebrae, Matthew made his way slowly down to Dean’s ass,

which was now flexing as Dean was rubbing his cock against

the coverlet. Grasping his mate’s hips, Matthew brought Dean’s

ass up from the bed, palming the muscled globes apart and

swiping down Dean’s crack with his tongue. To a steady of

cacophony of moans, groans and pleas for more, Matthew gave

Dean the rim job of his life.

It wasn’t a hardship. Dean was enthusiastically loving the

attention Matthew was giving him. There was no reticence in

his movements. Dean kept thrusting his hips back, trying to

grind his ass into Matthew’s face and Matthew felt such a huge

sense of pride that he had gotten these reactions from his

sexually stifled mate.

It wasn’t until Matthew forced the tip of his tongue past the

muscle that guarded Dean’s entrance that Dean tensed for a

moment. Matthew didn’t move, giving Dean the chance to pull

away if he couldn’t handle the sensation, his hands caressing

down Dean’s back.

“Talk to me,” Dean begged quietly. Realizing he couldn’t do

that with a mouthful of ass, Matthew rose up from his position

between Dean’s legs, wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck

and chest, pressing his chest into Dean’s back, resting his cock

in the cleft of his mate’s ass. Surrounding his mate with what

he hoped was the comfort of his scent, his touch and the fact

that his big body would always keep his smaller mate safe.

“You are truly beautiful, my mate,” Matthew softly breathed in

his ear. “Your strength, your passion and your delightful body

has me craving simply to be near you. We don’t have to do this

– I am happy to bite you right now, and never do more than

what we are now, if that will make you happy.”

Reaching around, he gave Dean a long clumsy kiss. Dean

turned his head as far as he was able to look Matthew in the

eye.

“I want this,” he said. “I promise you I want this. I’m so hard, I

am aching with it. But please, can we get to the penetration

side of things. I need to feel you in me, and I’m afraid…”

“Afraid of what, little one?”

“Afraid the past will stop me from enjoying my own claiming.

Will stop me from allowing what I know will be an amazing

experience,” Dean said so softly that Matthew had to strain to

make out the words.

“Are you sure?” Matthew wanted Dean desperately, but he

didn’t want his mate to ever feel uncomfortable with him. That

would devastate him beyond words.

“More than anything. I promise,” Dean whispered. “Just don’t

stop, unless I actually tell you too – with real words, don’t

fucking stop.”

Knowing he had to trust that Dean knew what he was doing

and that he had to take his mate at his word, Matthew reached

over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. Quickly he

lubed up his fingers and gently eased one into Dean’s hole, the

other hand gently caressing his mate’s hip. Dean tensed but

this time Matthew didn’t stop. He held his finger deep inside his

mate’s heat, marveling at how tight and hot Dean was. His

mate was going to feel so fucking good around his cock.

Praying that Dean wouldn’t stop him, but knowing he would

halt everything in an instant if his mate gave the word,

Matthew pressed on, trying to carefully move his finger. But

Dean was so tense it was like being caught in a trap, and

Matthew didn’t dare move.

“Breathe little one,” he said quietly. “Breathe and relax for

me.”

After the longest moment, Matthew heard Dean take a deep

breath in and on the exhale, he pushed out with his anal

muscles, freeing Matthew’s finger from the vice grip it was in.

“That’s it, my precious,” Matthew crooned. He cautiously

moved his finger, slow slides in and out, without actually

withdrawing it completely. With his one finger half in, half out,

Matthew added a second, noting Dean’s sharp inhale. Matthew

held still again, until Dean took another couple of deep breaths.

Only then did Matthew move his fingers, making small scissor

movements as he went, slowly opening his lover up.

It was more than ten minutes later before Matthew had

managed to get four fingers into Dean’s asshole, murmuring

words of praise, and encouragement along the way. He briefly

entertained the idea about stopping at three fingers, but he

knew the size of his cock would be a problem and he didn’t

want to cause his mate any more discomfort than necessary.

Just before he was ready to replace his fingers with the real

thing, he let his other hand wander around Dean’s hip and

lightly caress the man’s cock. Dean was still hard, so that was

a good sign.

“Ready for me, little one?”

“Please.” Dean’s softly worded plea was all the encouragement

Matthew needed to keep going. Slathering his cock with as

much lube as he could, Matthew lined up and pushed until the

head of his cock was past the inner muscles. He felt Dean

tense up immediately and he leaned over his mate’s back

whispering words of love, commitment and encouragement,

running his hands up and down Dean’s side.

Slowly the vice grip on his cock head eased and Matthew was

able to move forward. Gently he rocked into his mate’s body,

soothing, talking continuously, and trying to be as careful as

possible. It seemed to take forever, but eventually he felt his

balls slap Dean’s buttocks and he stopped then, to take some

calming breaths of his own.

Dean’s hole gripped him like a furnace. It was so incredibly

tight, but Matthew knew he would want to do this over and

over again. It felt so right, to be buried deep in his mate’s tight

little body. Coming home was a cliché, but the perfection of the

moment was not lost on him. This was Dean – his courageous,

wonderful mate – and Matthew sent a prayer of thanks to the

Fates for allowing him the opportunity to meet and claim such

a wonderful man.

“Matthew move, please,” Dean pleaded.

Oh thank God. Never had he been so happy to accede to his

mate’s request. Pulling back, Matthew thrust back in, using

long, slow strokes until he felt Dean push back against him.

Once he realized that Dean was feeling nothing but pleasure,

he sped up, thrilled that Dean was matching him thrust for

thrust. Euphoria filling his senses, Matthew kept increasing his

speed, his eye teeth dropping as his wolf moved to the fore.

His wolf had been patient. Didn’t understand the need for

patience, but had accepted it nonetheless. But now as Matthew

pounded his way to completion, his wolf didn’t want to hold

back, and Matthew reached around and clasped Dean’s cock,

knowing he was literally a half a dozen thrusts away from

coming.

Dean had to be close – his tight ass was working, his cock was

dripping wet and a casual swipe of his balls told Matthew his

mate was riding the cliff and just needed a push.

“Ready to be mine,” he grunted, because with a mouthful of

wolf teeth it was hard to be coherent.

“Claim me,” Dean yelled and Matthew struck, his teeth going

deep and true, into his mate’s slender neck. Blood filled his

mouth, spunk coated his fingers as Dean climaxed with another

yell, and as Dean’s ass muscle clenched in a vice grip around

his cock, Matthew let loose, stream after stream of his seed

pulsing into his mate for the very first time. Extracting his

teeth, Matthew threw back his head and howled, long and loud

– an Alpha telling all who could hear him that he had claimed

his true mate. Nothing in his very long life had ever felt so

good.

Feeling his mate shiver, Matthew carefully pulled out, gathering

Dean up in his arms as soon as he did so. Slowly and lovingly

he licked the blood from Dean’s neck, holding the man close in

a warm cradle of arms, chest and his lap. Dean rested his head

on Matthew’s chest, his eyes closed and a blissful expression

on his face. Unwilling to break the mood, Matthew moved up

the bed keeping Dean close, and leaned his back against the

head board, slowly getting his breathing under control.

You are everything I could have ever dreamed of.
Dean’s voice

wafted into Matthew’s mind.

Grinning, Matthew kissed Dean’s auburn hair.
You are

everything to me period,
he sent back.

Looking up, Dean flashed him a brilliant smile. “This mind

thingy is so cool,” he said, the happiness in his voice warming

Matthew’s heart.

It sure is,
Matthew agreed as he kissed Dean softly.
Now I can

do two things at once.

Dean woke up warm, safe and with an ever so slight twinge in

his ass. He was also completely surrounded by Matthew, who

was clearly a cuddle bunny in bed. Warm arms were around his

waist and back, his head was on Matthew’s broad chest and

one of Matthew’s legs was flung over his hips, making it almost

impossible to move, let alone slip away. However, nature called

and Dean had both a growling stomach and a full bladder to

contend with. Using moves that would make a contortionist

jealous, Dean managed to wriggle himself free and stood by

the side of the bed watching his mate sleep for just a moment

– okay, a long moment.

Matthew in sleep, in Dean’s opinion, was a living masterpiece.

The sun was streaming through the windows, and with the

additional light dappling over Matthew skin, his naked body

took on a golden tone. In repose, all of the stress that had

etched his mate’s face the day before was gone, and Dean

admired the strong lines of Matthew’s face.

“Yeah, my mate is gorgeous,” he muttered to himself as he

headed for the bathroom. Relieving his bladder was a good first

step, and while Dean would have loved to have a shower, he

thought that could be a lot more fun if that activity involved an

awake mate. Settling for a quick wash of the crucial places,

Dean scurried to the kitchen, swiping his jeans off the floor of

the bedroom on his way through.

Humming quietly to himself, Dean checked out the contents of