Getting Close to the Omega (36 page)

Dean’s words, breathed against his lips, a little timid but so

sincere, smashed through all of Matthew’s good intentions with

the force of a Mack truck. Pulling his head back slightly so he

could get a good look at Dean’s face, Matthew noted the blush

that came from Dean still being nervous about vocalizing his

wants, the lust that made Dean’s eyes glow silver, the slightly

flared nostrils that tried to cope with Dean’s increased

breathing, and the delicious puffed up lips, already wet from

Matthew’s tongue.

Stifling a groan, because fuck how could any man, let alone a

mate, say no to such a softly worded plea, Matthew said

instead, “You disarm me, love. With every word, and every

look from your gorgeous eyes you take me apart and make me

want you more. Are you su…?”

“Please,” Dean said more insistently this time, and he followed

it up with such a wickedly sinful kiss, that Matthew had no

defense against. Not that he had a lot in the first place.

Instead of heading to the kitchen, Matthew stumbled his way to

the bedroom, his mate still in his arms. Normally so sure

footed, Matthew couldn’t get enough of the way Dean cupped

his neck, stroked over his mating mark, ran his fingers through

his hair, and all the while rubbing a decidedly hard denim

covered cock against his stomach. Fuck, thoughts of showers

and food were flung aside and Matthew was gripped with an

uncontrollable urge to strip his mate naked and lick and bite

every inch of Dean’s delectable body. And there was no earthly

reason why he couldn’t do it. Not now Dean had spoken up

about what he wanted.

It took him mere seconds to strip the clothes from Dean’s taut

body. If the clothes were no longer wearable, well tough shit

for them, Matthew had other things on his mind that were far

more important. Carefully sitting Dean on the edge of the bed,

and not breaking their lip-lock for a second, Matthew tore his

own shirt off of his body, and slipped out of his jeans, letting

them drop to the floor. As soon as he was naked he stopped

kissing long enough to lay on his back on the bed, pulling his

sensuous mate up over his body.

Naked skin, glorious warm, naked skin. Even better, skin on

skin. Dean’s body writhing over his was like a cool shower on a

scorching hot day. Not that Dean was doing anything to

dampen his ardor, but the mere sensation of Dean’s touch was

soothing and arousing all in one go. Matthew’s wolf, still close

to the surface after winning his fight, demanded Matthew flip

his mate over and fuck the crap out of him. Matthew’s human

side wanted to revel in the kisses, licks and delightful moans

Dean made as he worked his way down Matthew’s neck and

across his chest.

Not that Matthew was laying like a lump in the bed. His hands

were busy caressing every inch of Dean’s body that he could

reach. His fingers delighting in the smoothness of Dean’s skin,

the faint ripple of the muscles that formed his mate’s perfect

body, itching to get to, but not able to quite reach that

delectable ass that was currently down by his knees as Dean

had wiggled down and was in the process of stuffing Matthew’s

heavy cock into his mouth.

Mother of God! With a gut wrenching groan, Matthew forced

himself not to thrust into that hot mouth. And yes, damn it to

hell, he was so glad he stopped himself when Dean took it

upon himself to literally worship the meat in his mouth.

Matthew had never felt anything like it – ever. Soft kisses,

alternated with little nips, long lathes with the tongue across

his slit, careful teeth nibbling the underside of his cockhead,

and interspersed in all of that was the glorious deep sucking.

At one point, with Matthew’s cock deep in his throat, Dean

looked up and caught Matthew’s eyes. The sheer love and

trust in the man’s grey eyes was almost Matthew’s undoing.

God in heaven, he truly loved his man.

Grabbing hold of Dean’s ass, which was sitting up in the air to

the side of Matthew’s hips, Matthew forced some pillows under

his head, and tugged until Dean was straddling his upper chest.

Nestled between Dean’s spread legs Matthew could see Dean’s

cock, hard, leaking and twitching as though seeking a source of

friction. But his main prize was staring Matthew right in the

face. Small, twitchy and a delightful pink, he couldn’t help but

run his tongue across Dean’s hole. While his wolf celebrated

that fact that there was no scent of other shifters having been

near his mate’s ass, Matthew’s human side was enjoying the

thrill of giving an enthusiastic rim job. If the squeaks and

moans coming from his own cock region were any indication,

Dean was enjoying it as much as Matthew was.

It couldn’t go on forever, although Matthew wished it could.

Both men had been without each other for too long and as

Dean nipped that sensitive area under his cockhead, where all

of the nerve endings seem to be, Matthew gave one last lick of

Dean’s ass and then reached for the lube. As Matthew shoved

two fingers deep inside the hole he’d been happily eating out,

Dean gave out a yell around his cock, and Matthew scoured

their mind connection to ensure he hadn’t hurt his mate. But

all he got was a sense of overwhelming pleasure, hellishly

strong need and the endless chant of
hurry, hurry, hurry.

Three fingers deep, Matthew prayed it was enough because he

simply could. Not. Wait. Anymore. Wrapping his hands around

Dean’s slender waist, Matthew lifted the man off his cock and

gently pushed him face down on the bed. Not that Dean was

complaining. His little mate shoved his ass up in the air, his

body trembling as Dean turned his head, and said urgently,

“Please.”

On his knees in the blink of an eye, Matthew lined himself up

and pushed with all that he had, feeding his cock into that tight

little hole, his hands gripping Dean’s hips firmly so that the

smaller man wouldn’t slide down the bed. Dean’s ass resisted

him for just one moment, and then Matthew felt the muscles

give way and he slid his cock into glorious heat. He didn’t stop

pushing until he felt his balls slap Dean’s skin.

Shuddering, as a perfect rush of sensation rushed from his

cock to spread over his whole body, Matthew forced himself to

hold still. He had to give his mate time to adjust to his size.

But fuck it was hard. Matthew’s wolf, only slightly mollified by

the foreplay, wanted to rut, and rut deep into his mate –

scenting the man inside and out. Fortunately Dean’s wolf must

have felt the same way.

“Matthew move,” was barely out of Dean’s mouth before

Matthew slid back and thrust back in. He only did it the once,

before his wolf took over and Matthew gave into the demands

of his body. Heaven. Ball breaking, sweat inducing, heart

pounding, slick skinned heaven. As he pounded into Dean’s

body, he could feel his mate trembling beneath him, but it

wasn’t fear or anything negative that was coming through their

mind link. It was mind numbing, ‘totally free for the first time

in his life’ joy that Matthew felt coming from his mate. Dean

was as lost in awesome sensations of their bodies coming

together as he was, and Matthew gloried in both the pleasure

of the body, and the sheer freedom he felt in his mate’s mind.

There was no way of knowing how long the connection lasted

but in Matthew’s opinion he felt the tingles that ran down his

spine, that tingle that he knew preceded his orgasm, far too

soon. But Dean wouldn’t let him stop, his small body thrusting

back, demanding all that Matthew could give and there was no

way he could deny his mate either. Giving into the tide of sheer

pleasure that swept through his body, Matthew leaned over his

mate’s back, grabbing the man’s cock, providing the friction he

sensed Dean needed. Just as he felt the first hit of spunk leave

his cock, he bit down on Dean’s neck, rocketing Dean into

orgasm right along with him. Dean howled beneath him, the

sticky mess of his climax pulsing onto the coverlet below, and

Matthew kept rutting, only slowing down when he felt Dean’s

body sag in sated bliss in his hands.

Carefully Matthew nudged the pair of them away from the wet

spot, and then eased them both down so they were laying

Dean’s back to Matthew’s chest, on their sides. Still panting,

Matthew breathed in Dean’s unique scent, his hands gently

stroking down his mate’s arms and shoulders, as Dean slowly

came down from his high.

After about five minutes, Dean turned in his arms, so that he

was facing him. His sleepy smile, half closed eyes, and the

gorgeous flush of red that lightly covered his face and neck

made Matthew smile too and he vowed then and there, in his

head, that he would do all he could to make sure that look was

on his mate’s lovely face at least once a day. Dean’s hand

came out and lightly stroked Matthew’s face, and Matthew

leaned into the touch. Dean’s touch was always so gentle and

Matthew knew he would come to crave it over time. Hell, who

was he kidding? He already did.

“I love you,” Dean said. “I know I’ve said it through our mind

link, but I have never said those words out loud to another

person in my life, until now.”

“I love you too little one,” Matthew said, knowing it to be true.

He did love his mate. Dean was funny, quirky, seriously

talented and stronger than he looked. Matthew didn’t know

how his mate had dealt with the nemesis from his past, when

he was locked in that cell, because Dean cared enough about

him to block all that had gone on. While Matthew had been

both worried and angry about it at the time, Paulo had told him

that facing Ron was something that Dean had to do, alone, to

help overcome his historical abuse. The joy that Matthew had

felt through their connection as they were having sex – the

sheer sense of freedom that Matthew felt in Dean’s mind was

exhilarating. Letting him know that the Shaman had been right.

Dean had not only faced his nemesis and come out stronger,

but he had come into his Omega powers, and they were

formidable.

Matthew’s heart had jumped into his fucking throat, when Dean

stepped between men ready to fight for him, and a pack of

shifted wolves who were being forced by their Alpha to engage

in a fight they didn’t want. But his fear for Dean completely

dissipated as he felt the Omega’s power in the air.

Matthew had never experienced it before, and he doubted

anyone who was with them had either. It was strong, as strong

as Matthew’s, but instead of forcing wolves to go against their

will, Dean’s was the power that calmed the savage beast. And

he did – Matthew had seen it with his own eyes. Some twenty

odd wolves, laying down and doing Dean’s bidding against the

power of their own Alpha. Any shifter who wasn’t impressed

with a gift like that was stupid – plain and simple. Even the

frightened children in the room had quieted with Dean’s power.

Feeling a twinge of fear himself in that moment, laying with

Dean in his arms, Matthew knew he would have to fight hard to

keep his little mate safe their whole life together. Dean’s

power was incredible, and Matthew cringed at the idea of that

power in the wrong hands. Alphas could take over whole packs

without a drop of blood shed, if they had the Omega on their

side.

“No they couldn’t,” Dean said quietly and Matthew looked down

to see his lovely mate looking up at him. “I know what you’re

thinking, what worries you, but you can’t think that way,” Dean

continued.

“What do you mean little one? If another Alpha took you, and

tried to…well, look what happened today – you protected Ron’s

pack. What if another Alpha used your power to take over

another pack just for the hell of it?”

“It couldn’t happen,” Dean said more firmly this time. “I’m not

silly enough to think that all Alphas will understand, or that I