86- Fade

I moaned involuntarily and his answering moan sent a chill straight through me. It was unlike anybody I had ever kissed before. Whatever awkward feeling I had leading up to this moment was gone. I couldn't even remember that it was awkward. Hell, I could hardly remember anything before this moment. The taste of Eron, the smell of him, the feel of his hands against me… One of those hands slipped beneath my shirt. His fingers ran over my back, leaving goosebumps where they passed.

We moved together, inching up the bed until I leaned back and felt my head hit the pillow. Eron climbed on top of me, his weight pressing me down. He looked lithe, but I could feel the muscles under his skin as I ran my hands down his arms to his chest.

“I thought you wanted to take a nap,” he teased against my mouth. I smiled. “Only if you'd like to.” My lips never left his as I spoke.

He laughed and pressed a harder kiss to my mouth, then pulled back and began to trail kisses down my neck and across my shoulders. The sore spot on my collarbone was practically throbbing, but as his mouth brushed across it, I swear it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I gasped and he chuckled, pressing another kiss to it. Then he bit me, right there. I arched up against him. It didn't hurt anymore. It was nothing but pleasure. Sheer, almost blinding, pleasure.

“Was that it?” I gasped, actually shaking. “Did you just mark me?”

“No,” he laughed. “Not yet, but that might be what it feels like when I do.”

I let out a shaky sigh. It felt almost as if I had just orgasmed. Eron shifted his weight, and I felt his erection pressed against my thigh. I suddenly felt young, impulsive. I reached down between us and ran my hand over the bulge in his pants. Well, my pants technically, seeing as he was borrowing them.

Eron gasped and pressed into my palm. I rubbed it and was rewarded with another gasp. He fell back against to me, then nuzzled my neck and began to kiss gently, returning from my collarbone to my mouth.

He moaned again, then I realized that his body was vibrating. He was purring! Eron rocked against my hand for a moment, before I pulled it away and slipped it beneath his waistband. Under the fabric, his skin felt like a million degrees. I wrapped my hand around his dick and he cried out as I began to stroke.

One of his hands snaked into my pants to return the favor. I groaned as his hand wrapped around me, and he began to stroke at the same pace I was. He kissed me again, then playfully nipped at my lower lip. I nipped back, catching his lip in my teeth. I opened my eyes to meet his; they seemed darker, hungry.

He pulled his lip free, and then drove his tongue into my mouth. As we kissed, he pulled my hand out of his pants, pinned my wrist above my head, and then grabbed for the other one, doing the same to it.

I couldn’t ever remember being held down in any way during foreplay before, but suddenly I couldn’t imagine him not doing it. Strange as it was to give over control to the younger man, it felt right. I tried to tug my wrists apart, not enough to actually break his grip, but enough to let him know I wanted this. A hiss escaped his lips and his hand tightened around my wrists. His legs clenched on either side of my thighs as he began to grind our dicks together. Even through two pairs of pants, the friction felt incredible. It felt like I was going to come just from this.

He sped up and I cried out, throwing my head back. Almost before I could register that he had moved, his head dropped down and his teeth latched onto my throat, with an almost feral growl. Some part of my mind that was still capable of rational thought realized that exposing my neck was a submissive sign, at least in dogs. Although I supposed it would make sense for shifters to be the same way. Even though Eron hadn’t explained it thoroughly, I suddenly had a pretty good idea about the sexual dynamic between an alpha and an omega. And I liked it.

I arched my neck up to him, encouraging him. He growled again. One hand left my wrists and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tugging my head even further back. For a moment it hurt, then I found myself straining for more. I tried to force my head forward, increasing the pain in my scalp that was no longer pain. I pressed my neck up to him, reveling in the feel of his teeth digging into my flesh. I twisted my wrists again, his hands clenched tighter in response. And when I finally brought my hips up to meet his, he rocked down again. He ground his dick firmly against mine, rolling his hips and partially thrusting. I writhed beneath him, and soon nothing else in the world mattered. This was heaven. This was ecstasy.“Thank you, thank you so much.” I hung up the phone and set it down on the counter. My heart was pounding. “Okay,” I said to Milan. “Apparently, we're actually really close to the Alpha Parliament. They said someone can be here in just a couple of hours. They want us to meet them down on the beach.”

“There's like two feet of snow on the ground,” Milan said skeptically.

“I didn’t really want to argue with them,” I admitted with an embarrassed shrug. “The beach is the best place, since thee won’t be anyone else there.”

“Because there's two feet of snow on the ground,” Milan repeated.

I hesitated. “We could ask them for a little more time?” I offered. “You can get another chance to make up your mind, and be sure about this, and maybe the snow can melt…”

“No,” Milan said. “I'm sure. I’m ready to be changed.” He flashed me a shy smile and I assumed he was recalling our little pre-nap tryst. “I’m just trying to figure out how to trudge through two feet of snow and down to the beach. I actually have a pair of cross-country skis, but only one.”

“That won't be a problem. We won't be meeting them until right after the sun sets.” I waited a moment, but it became clear he didn’t understand. “Meaning,” I went on. “That unless you have four tiny snowshoes, I won't need them.”

“Oh,” Milan said. “You're going to do the cat thing again. That's right.” He nodded slowly, obviously still coming to terms with my ability to shift. “Did you need to make some other calls?”

“I did while you were in the bathroom,” I said. I saw no reason to not tell my mate the nature of the call. “I sort of panicked in the storm and left all my things on the beach, so I was setting up a new credit card and arranging for a phone. And letting my family know I made it here safely.”