The Omega’s Beary Special Christmas (A Bear Under The Christmas Tree)

6. Hugo

SIX

HUGO

“A side of?” The bacon crackled in the pan behind me. Damn. I tore back and took it off the heat. “More than a side of.” I placed the greasy strips of bacon on a plate and brought it into the living room.

But Ferris waggled his finger at me. “Shouldn’t we take this into the bedroom?”

He was racing ahead, not literally ′cause he was sitting on the couch. But though I was the shifter who recognized him as my mate immediately, I was lagging behind, thinking we’d take weeks, months, or years to reach this point.

“Yes.” I put the bacon on a nightstand and helped Ferris onto the bed. He was still wearing the robe, but I could get rid of that easily. And maybe there’d be no penetration because of his injury, but we had the rest of our lives to have sex.

“I want you to fuck me. I’m so hard it hurts, more than my ankle.”

I was in awe of my human mate.

“But how do we mate?” He crooked his little finger. “Do we pinky swear?”

This was the difficult part where I had to explain there would be pain.

“I am me when we mate.”

“Who else would you be?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“My bear, but I’ll be in human form apart from my bear’s claws. They’ll break your skin, just a tad, and leave a permanent scar.” He might run, or call Charlie to come get him, or tell me that was weird and refuse. Or call the police.

Instead, he said, “Let’s do it now before sex. I don’t want to be thinking of blood and scarring while you’re inside me.”

I wouldn’t be thinking of anything other than my length in his hole when we fucked.

I kneeled at Ferris’s side—his good side, as I didn’t want to hurt his sprained ankle—and undid the tie wrapped around his waist.

“May I?” I held one edge of the robe, unaware if he was wearing underwear.

“Hurry.”

Pulling back the robe to reveal… his enormous cock. Gods, he was gorgeous. Forgetting he wanted me to mate him, I trailed a finger over his shaft, and he gasped, his mouth open wide, his hands gripping the comforter.

Air whooshed out of his mouth as I lowered my head and blew gently on his cock. Ferris lifted his hips so my mouth was less than an inch from his dick. Sticking out my tongue, I licked along the shaft, and my mate moaned and grabbed a fistful of my hair.

He tugged, the pain mingling with pleasure, and my length engorged. I trailed a finger over the base of his cock before circling his hole, slippery with slick. He bent his uninjured leg, but I wanted him to be comfortable, so I tucked a pillow under his lower back and another under his sprained ankle.

I prodded his entrance as his breath emerged in deep shuddering gasps, and he reached down and eased my finger inside him.

“Mmmm.” Ferris bucked his hips a little, putting his weight on his left foot.

I pushed in up to the first knuckle and out, adding a second finger, then a third. Keeping my eyes on Ferris, I finger-fucked him. His eyes closed as his teeth clamped down on his lower lip, and my other hand gravitated to his cock.

I wrapped a hand around the base, and Ferris’s eyes shot open, his mouth forming a huge O as I slid my hand up and down. Pre-cum dribbled from his slit as I pumped his length.

The pink flush of arousal tinged his cheeks, and his breathing became more ragged. He gripped my hand on his cock, and we pumped together. His chest heaved with each breath and his head tilted back while his fingers tightened their grip over mine.

When he gasped for air, he squeezed around the three fingers in his channel and cum spurted from his slit. His body became limp, the hand over mine flopping to the side.

Removing my fingers from his hole and releasing my grip on his length, I wiped up the cum and lay beside him, my lips on his brow, and covered us with a blanket. Maybe that was all we could do for now because of his injury, but I’d let him decide and guide me.

Ferris turned his head and nuzzled me. Placing his lips at the base of my throat, he sucked and grazed my skin with his teeth. Did he just mate me? If he broke the skin, then yes. But I didn’t need a mirror because my heart swelled with love and lust for my mate. He had placed his mark on me, and I was truly his.

“Did I do that right?” he whispered.

“You did, though there is no right or wrong way.”

“I love you,” he kissed me, and I kissed him back.

“Me too. I love you so much.”

“Your turn to mate me.”

I trailed a finger over his bare shoulder and my nails elongated until they became claws. Digging one into his flesh, he whispered to keep going. I scraped over his skin, leaving my forever mark and a sign of my love.

“It’s done.”

Ferris flapped a hand in front of his face. “I can tell. My body overheated, as though I’m sitting in a hot bath, and my muscles are all jelly.”

I kissed his nose.

“But you promised there’d be fucking.”

“I did?” I tapped my lips and grinned. “A man always keeps his promises.”

“How should we do this?” Ferris pointed to his ankle.

We discussed scissoring and spooning, him on top, with his weight resting on his right knee. But neither of us wanted to spoil our first time with theatrics and detailed plans of who put what where, so my mate lay on his back, his injured right leg flat on the bed, while I kneeled between both legs and lifted his left one.

My gaze lowered to his hole, glistening with slick, when my cock nudged it. Heated blood surged through my veins when I pushed in the tip.

“Oh. You’re much bigger than your three fingers.” Ferris raised his head as I kissed and licked his ankle that rested on my shoulder before pushing in further, keeping my gaze on my mate’s. With our eyes locked together and our bodies fused, I pushed in all the way, my cock nestled in his tight channel.

“You fit perfectly.” Ferris swayed his ass from side to side, sending jolts of desire though my cock and into my body. My fingers and toes tingled when he squeezed around me, and I grunted that he was going to make me come.

He released his grip while sporting a wicked smile. “Can’t have you coming.”

“I want to come.” I pulled out and slammed into him, and Ferris whimpered. “But I don’t want to come early.”

Ferris blew me a kiss. “Is it better to be late than early when fucking?”

I plowed into him, which took my breath away, and his punctuated gasps were the only sound in the room, while the earthy aroma of slick mingled with my mate’s unique scent, creating a heady atmosphere that threatened to overwhelm me.

His nippled hardened, and he tapped one and pulled it, moaning and tossing his head from side to side.

I paused, admiring my mate in the throes of passion. I nuzzled Ferris’s calf and swept my tongue over the soft flesh while goosebumps streamed over his skin. “Mmmm, I love the taste of you.”

“I love the feeling of fullness with your cock inside me.” He angled his hips so my length slid in deeper.

A car revved on the street, reminding me of life going on in the outside world as I thrust my dick deep inside my mate. I gazed down at his puckered hole while my length surged into him.

My mate’s come-hither eyes and his parted lips sent my temperature soaring, and I placed my lips on his leg and mumbled how much I loved him.

“Love you, too. Now stop talking and fuck me.”

He matched my rhythm as I fucked him and he bucked his hips. His cock bounced with each thrust, and he grabbed it, tugging the shaft as I plunged into him. But I stayed where I was, buried in his depths, needing to prolong the pleasure, not wanting this to be over too soon.

He was so tight, my cock fit so snugly inside him.

His eyes fluttered open. “Taking a break?” He smirked.

“Just enjoying being inside you.”

He squeezed around my length, sending a jolt of electricity through my veins, while heat radiated from my mate’s body. I yearned to give in to the climax that was creeping up on me but wanted my mate to come first. But his body was convulsing, his words becoming mutters and mumbles, and I plunged into him, fucking him hard.

He tilted his head back, his mouth open wide as he yelled my name, and cum spurted from his cock. My orgasm sped toward me, shaking me as my body spasmed and cum surged inside my mate, followed by my knot swelling.

Seconds passed as we gasped and panted, and I placed my mate’s leg on the bed. I lowered myself onto him, taking care to avoid his ankle, and held him tight, listening to his breathing, thanking the goddess for sending him to me.