Page 8 of A Pact for Porter

“Is it in one of those historic cliff dwellings?” Although it didn’t top the excitement of finding my mate, having our first real private moments in such a historic place would be something to tell the grand young.

“Yes, is that all right?”

“It’s amazing.” I was all atingle from head to toe and barely able to take in the fact that everything in my life was flipping in a direction I hadn’t anticipated. And one I was ready to dive into. “Lead the way, omega.”

After we dressed, Chip started out a side door and down a long corridor into another hallway lined with doors. At the fifth one, he twisted the knob and opened the door. No lock? Must be a high trust factor around here. “Come in. It’s only a studio, one of the guest quarters. The people who work here long-term have one or even two-bedroom units.”

Stepping in I looked around a very roomy studio. It even had a kitchenette along one wall and a seating area. “This is nice.” I especially liked the big bed opposite the door. But I wasn’t that great at repartee that I would say so.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked. “I don’t have much, some water and soft drinks and maybe a couple of beers.”

“A water?”

“Sure.” He opened the narrow refrigerator and withdrew a filter pitcher. While he filled two glasses and added ice, I strolled around checking out the stone walls.

“This really is carved into the cliffs.”

“My impression is that there were natural caves already, and some of those early bears used hammers and chisels or something similar to expand the area.”

“Fascinating.” And it was, but there were other things I wanted to see more.

“It is.” He crossed the space and set the glasses on a table by the bed. “Now, are we going to get naked or would you rather discuss the history of Warren’s sleuth here in the mountains.”

“Naked. Definitely.”

“Good.” He pulled his shirt over his head. “Because that’s all I know about that stuff.”

Chip was hot. I’d had a look in the habitat when we swam, but that was where anyone could come in, and even there it was hard to keep from going too far. Here, we didn’t have to do that at all. And we didn’t try. Clothes flew all around, and in less than fifteen seconds we were on the bed, making out like horny teenagers.

We were touching and kissing and rolling around until I couldn’t wait any longer. “Omega, if I don’t get inside you now, I’m going to embarrass myself.” Just like a horny teenager.

“No one asked you to wait, alpha. Please! I need you.” He scooted to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs, revealing his hole shiny with slick. “Now.”

Before I did what he asked, I took one of his hands and wrapped it around his cock. “Yes, now, but I’m not coming until you do.” If it kills me.

As soon as he began to stroke, I placed my cockhead at his hole and thrust inward. So tight, even with the slick it was a squeeze. Studying his face, watching for any signs of distress, I pushed on, deeper with each drive until my balls were banging against his ass.

Moaning, Chip jerked harder, hips bucking, until streams of white cum decorated both of our lower bellies. And that was the end for me, following him over the edge and swelling, knotting, tying us together as the Goddess intended. He reached up and pulled me down, sinking his teeth into the side of my neck before I even saw it coming. In our pack usually only the alphas marked the omegas, but I had no objection to wearing his mark. Rather, I was proud and as soon as he released my skin, returned the favor.

Even when my knot shrank, I held him close, reluctant to allow any space between us. If we could stay like this forever, I would be perfectly happy.

Chapter Eight

Chip

I woke up with my mate’s arm was wrapped around me. I couldn’t think of a place I’d rather be. Porter was still sleeping, and I took time just to listen to his breathing.

How my life had changed yesterday. I carefully rolled over, trying not to wake him, and watched his sleeping face. He was gorgeous. And somehow, he was mine.

Yesterday, I thought the best thing that would happen to me was taking my nap. Silly me.

My beast pushed me to snuggle in closer to my mate, but my bladder told me it was time to get up. Stupid bladder. I pressed a kiss to his forehead, carefully extracted myself from his arms, and snuck into the bathroom. If I was lucky, I’d be able to sneak back into bed before he woke up.

I was not lucky, and I came out so see Porter sitting up.

“I woke up and you were gone.”

“But I’m back now.” I crossed over to him, and his stomach rumbled loud enough it startled me. “But maybe we should be getting up. Sounds like somebody worked up an appetite last night.”