Page 13 of Golden Valley
“I don’t understand.” Ricky stepped forward until his torso connected with Morgan’s. Even through the cotton of Ricky’s shirt, his body heat warmed Morgan’s dick. Morgan immediately hated that shirt.
“Please don’t ignore me again.” Ricky pressed his face into Morgan’s chest and inhaled.
The rational move would have been to put distance between himself and the Purple Sky Omega rather than rub his scent all over him, but Morgan wasn’t capable of ignoring the overwhelming instinct that told him to stay as close as possible to the man who sounded and smelled and felt like mate.
“You’re my Alpha,” Ricky whispered, body shaking. “I need you.”
For years, being the pack Alpha had been an obligation that stripped Morgan of his personal dreams and desires. But hearing the word on Ricky’s tongue, reached into a part of him the pack didn’t touch. An Alpha could protect an Omega and provide for his Omega’s needs. Grateful for his nature for the first time in his adult life, Morgan wrapped his arms around the smaller man and caressed his back through his shirt. “Shhh. I have you.”
Ricky pushed into Morgan’s embrace and clung to him. Keeping one hand pressed firmly to Ricky’s lower back, Morgan smoothed the other over his nape. As the tension melted from the Omega’s shoulders, the jasmine notes in his scent deepened. Dipping his face, Morgan buried his nose in Ricky’s hair. This was right. He was satisfying his mate.
“You feel so good,” Ricky rasped. “Smell good too.” Without loosening his hold on Morgan, Ricky thrust his hips forward and dragged his erection against Morgan’s thigh. “Mmm.”
A sharp pang of arousal stabbed through Morgan’s gut. “You do too.” He dragged his lips around the perimeter of Ricky’s ear and down his nape. “But we need to slow this down.” Pulling his hips away from Ricky was more difficult than any of the many challenges he had endured since stepping in as pack Alpha, but he forced himself to do it.
“No,” Ricky cried out, leaping forward. “I need you!”
Unable to push away his now frantic Omega, Morgan drew him close and rubbed his lower back. “I’ll give you what you need, but another Alpha brought you to Golden Valley. If he finds us like this, it’ll end in bloodshed.” He needed to speak with the Purple Sky Alpha and explain the situation in a way that would preserve his ego and, hopefully, prevent a fight.
“Alpha Berger’s gone.” Wide, scared eyes pleaded with him. “I can’t think or breathe or…” The Omega’s lungs heaved and his knees buckled. “Alpha, I need you.”
Whatever resistance Morgan had evaporated. “I’ve got you.” He cupped Ricky’s backside and lifted him into his arms. Immediately, the Omega wrapped his legs around Morgan’s hips and buried his face in Morgan’s neck. “I’m sorry I scared you. It’s okay now,” Morgan said as he strode to the sofa and sat down.
“I don't know what’s wrong with me,” Ricky murmured, his lips pressed to Morgan’s skin. “Everything’s foggy.”
Morgan thought the liquor was the cause of his own trouble thinking, but if Ricky was experiencing the same thing, maybe it was a product of their mating. He had never heard other shifters describe that condition when meeting their mates, but then again, he didn’t know anyone who tried to push away the person fated for them.
“We’ll figure this out.” Morgan closed his eyes and purposefully slowed his breathing. If he could think rationally, he could come up with a plan that would satisfy Ricky, avoid killing Brian Berger, and not throw Golden Valley into disarray. Nothing to it.
He took a deep breath, hoping to clear his mind, but instead inhaled a lungful of his mate’s enticing lilac and jasmine scent. “Ricky,” he pleaded. Focus was hard to achieve when moist breath spread on his neck and a sexy Omega rhythmically rocked against his dick. “Ricky.” He gripped the shifter’s narrow hips, but instead of holding him still, he pulled him forward, encouraging the thrusts. “Can’t think.”
“Why do we need to think? This is instinct.”
Instinct. That sounded right. And his every instinct told him to move the rough fabric of Ricky’s shorts out of the way, so he made quick work of pulling them open and shoving Ricky’s briefs underneath his balls. The touch of Ricky’s shaft against his own sent an electric current through Morgan. “Oh, holy shit.” He clutched Ricky’s ass and pulled him forward. “Come here.”
Nails dug into Morgan’s shoulders and teeth scraped across his neck and jawline. “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.”
Balls tight and cock throbbing, Morgan knew there was no stopping what was unquestionably going to be the best—and fastest—orgasm of his life. In his fantasies, his first time with his mate had included candles, foreplay, a bed, and sobriety, but he hadn’t accounted for the all-encompassing passion that would drive this encounter. He would romance his mate the next time, but for now, he at least needed a kiss.
Gently, Morgan skated his palms up Ricky’s flank, over his arms, and then curled them around his nape. “Come here, sweetheart.” He carefully smoothed his thumbs across Ricky’s cheeks and turned his face until their lips met. Soft, warm, and perfect, he licked his way into Ricky’s mouth and swallowed his moans. They rocked in unison, pushing against one another in an ancient dance. He had a mate, a partner, a person meant just for him, and he would do anything to please, provide for, and protect this man. “Such a beautiful Omega,” Morgan whispered, threading his fingers through Ricky’s hair in a gentle caress.
The deeper grunts Ricky had been making turned into high-pitched cries. “Alpha,” Ricky pushed himself onto his knees and humped faster and harder.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Take what you need.” He leaned forward and nipped at Ricky’s lips.
“Ah!” Ricky threw his head back, arched his neck, and stilled. “Ah!” Wetness coated Morgan’s groin and belly as the scent of his Omega’s seed filled the air.
“So good for me.” Morgan breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of his mate’s satisfaction. “Such a perfect Omega.” He raised his butt up and down, sliding his erection against hot skin and wet come. “Making your Alpha feel so good.” When Morgan’s orgasm finally hit, it wasn’t the crash he had anticipated but rather a drawn-out wave, rippling from his head to his toes and pulsing from his dick in endless bursts of pleasure.
Chest heaving, he cupped Ricky’s cheeks and kissed his forehead before tipping his head back and gazing into his eyes. This was the face he would see every evening and every morning for the rest of his days. “Going to spend my life taking care of you,” he vowed.
“Yes,” Ricky sighed appreciatively, cuddling into his embrace, and Morgan feltrightfor the first time in seven years.
