Page 29 of Costume Party Crush
I wanted to feel his skin against my palms; let my fingers wander the contours of his body. My alpha side demanded that I find every spot that would make him gasp and moan in pleasure.
I pinned Kaleb to the wall, plunging my tongue into his mouth and tasting his breath.
How had I never known I had a fated mate? It all made so much sense in hindsight. No omega had ever seemed right, because none of them were. I was always waiting for the man in my arms.
Kaleb held me close as our tongues mingled, but his pants quickly turned to whines as he ground his erection against me.
The bald cap and fake beard hit the floor as I needed to feel his hands in my hair, then I picked him up to carry him the last few feet to the bedroom.
My gorgeous omega pulled me down on top of him as I laid him on the bed, then plunged his hands into my hair to hold me as he kissed me.
I growled with lust. The tug on my head; the sting as single strands got caught between his fingers. It made me want to fuck him hard and fast, knot him and make sure that when he left my bed he would be well and truly pregnant.
I slid a hand between us to start stroking his cock, but quickly realized that he had cool cum drying on it.
That wouldn’t do. It was my job to take care of him and his needs during his heat, and that included ensuring that he was clean between rounds.
“Alpha,” Kaleb whined as I freed myself from his grasp.
“I’ll be right back, omega-mine,” I promised with a kiss.
He whimpered, but I jogged to the en suite before I had a chance to change my mind. I turned the faucet to hot, knowing the towel would cool in the few feet back to the bedroom. I wet a washcloth, wringed it out, ignoring the sting of hot water, then rushed back to where my mate waited for me.
I paused beside the bed to admire my mate. Kaleb was beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a short beard. He was fit with a light tan from working outside. Then he whined again, and I was reminded that he needed my knot.
I crawled across the bed and kissed him as I drew the warm washcloth along his cock and down his balls.
He groaned against my lips, and I briefly abandoned my task to stroke him a few times. Even his cock was perfect, heavy in my hand and so responsive to my touch.
Was it too soon to say that I was in love? Probably, but he was also my fated mate. I was always meant to love him.
He squirmed and I let him turn over, then did a quick clean of old slick and cum, turned the washcloth to take care of myself on a clean side, then tossed the cloth in the direction of the en suite as I shifted and settled between his spread legs.
I bottomed out in the first thrust, him still loose from our first go in the museum, and it was like coming home.
Kaleb, my omega, cried out in pleasure.
“You ok?” I asked, kissing his shoulder.
He nodded. “Knot… need it.”
I wanted to take my time, enjoy being with him properly. But his quick-onset heat made that impossible for the time being. “Hard and fast?” I asked.
He nodded against the pillow. “Yes.”
“Ok.” I shifted to keep as much contact as I could, but also have the leverage to fuck him the way he needed.
I pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in.
“Alpha!” Kaleb screamed.
“Good?” I asked.
“More,” he begged.
It sounded like a yes, and I slammed in again.
Another cry of pleasure from him, and I understood that it was what he needed. I braced myself and started properly fucking my mate.
