by Grace, Aria
"Give me your knot, alpha." My senses begin to cloud, and everything is fading to a single point of ecstasy coming directly from his thick cock in my ass. "And fucking fill me with your come."
"It’s yours, Scotty. Take it.” Nick's words echo in my ears as he thrusts deeply into me one last time. I feel the heat of his come pouring into me and then the satisfying stretch of my ass as his knot seals us together. “Take my knot."
The warmth and contentment I feel in his embrace makes my cock spasm. One last stroke and the dam bursts. Thick ribbons of cream rocket out of my cock, shooting across my chest in white streams. I collapse across the cushions, panting in relief. My balls feel empty, my ass is full, and my alpha is locked together with me.
Nick manages to adjust himself on the sofa, so he can lean back against the cushions with me securely in his arms. We lay in silent bliss for several minutes as our bodies recover and we wait for Nick's knot to subside.
"So, what now?" I ask quietly, tentatively propping myself up on my elbows. I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted off my chest now that I’ve finally felt him inside me. The overwhelming need has subsided, but it’s not completely gone. While I still feel inexplicably drawn toward Nick, I no longer feel like my heart might stop beating forever if I don’t give him a chance. Somehow, giving in to him like this has soothed that almost primal lust I was feeling until he finally held me in his arms.
"I don't know," Nick admits as he stares up at the ceiling. "I don't… I enjoyed this. I really did, and I already want to do it again." He drops his head slightly and looks at me. "I feel like I could stay with you like this for the rest of my life and be perfectly content. It's just…"
I feel my chest tighten as he says those words. "It's just what?"
"I've got to run the tree farm for my family." He exhales slowly, carefully wording his response. "I’m not sure about starting a relationship right now because I need to focus on the job at hand. I don't know if I can do that if you and I start something serious."
I relax slightly because he's not completely shoving me off to the side. More importantly, he doesn't seem to regret what just happened. "So, what do you want to do?" I bite my lip and prepare myself for some degree of rejection that I know is coming. "Do you want me to quit working here?"
49
Nick
"No, never." The thought hadn’t crossed my mind but now that he’s suggested, I already hate the idea. "All I'm saying is that I can't commit to a relationship right now. I've got too much other stuff on my plate, and it wouldn't be fair to either of us."
Scotty looks at me uncertainly, and I can't quite tell what's going through his mind.
"This…you, us…it's important to me." I slip my thumb and forefinger under his chin and hold it steady so he’s looking at me as I sit up a little more. My knot is still locking us together and doesn't afford me a lot of room to maneuver, but I’m in no hurry to release him. I still manage to mostly sit up, so I can look Scotty fully in the eyes. "The tree farm will only get busier as we get closer to Christmas. I'm going to need your help to get through it. I just don't think I'll be able to give you the attention you deserve right now."
Something changes in Scotty’s eyes and he smiles as he collapses back against the cushions. His huff of relief catches me by surprise, but at the same time, it reassures me. "I don't need you to pander to me. I don't need candlelit dinners and movie dates. Just don't send me away, okay."
I lean forward and kiss his soft lips one more time. "Never."
* * *
Over the next several days, Scotty totally comes through for me. His job is really only to help with the Santa pictures and the fundraising for Omega House. But he goes above and beyond that regularly now. He’s started picking up the slack with customers, telling them what to do and where to go when Rubin is busy. In between photo sessions, he's out and about, helping people drag their trees back to their cars and tying them down so they don’t fly off on the way home. Something about him seems different since we were together, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. It's almost like he's more alive now than he was before, and I have absolutely no idea what spurred the change. I’d like to think my cock has magical powers or something, but I’m pretty sure it’s all him.
Just being around him is a joy for me. I hate when he has to go home for the day, but it's no longer as agonizing as it was before I knotted him. Now I’m able to take some comfort in the fact that I'll see him again, bright and early, the next day.
"Hey, Santa, you forgot a button," Scotty calls out to me as we prepare for the first photo session of the day. He grins up at me as he approaches and dutifully fixes the button I missed on the front of my suit.
"I could've done that," I say quietly, feeling my cheeks flush slightly at each brush of his fingers against me. "It's just a button."
"It's no trouble." He looks up at me with a soft smile. "I just want to be helpful."
My hand brushes over his, and for a brief moment, our fingers lace together. The warmth of the touch sends shivers down my spine. I want to pull him into my arms, kiss his forehead and hold him, but after what I said the other day, I need to show restraint. I don’t want to confuse him or me by sending mixed signals. These brief moments of flirtation will just have to make due until I've got more time to devote to this budding relationship.
"Hey, you two, the line's getting pretty long. We should get started." Rubin has a broad smile on his face as he approaches us.
Scotty and I pull our hands away abruptly, and I clear my throat. The moment is over, and I have to refocus on my job. Rubin's right, the line is getting long. There are only a few weeks left until Christmas, and every day, more people pour into the tree farm to get pictures with Santa and a freshly cut Christmas tree.
"Right, let's get to work. You guys know what to do." I smooth down the front of my coat and march toward my throne to start the day.
We set to work like a well-oiled machine. Scotty has streamlined the camera process significantly which has freed up a lot of his time. He spends the spare moments between photos chatting with people in line and trying to entertain fussy kids. His customer service skills are top notch, and I've noticed a lot more smiles on the faces of the normally tired parents. He's good at putting people at ease and has a natural charm that both adults and kids seem to pick up on.
It’s funny but Scotty is like a completely different person from the omega I met just over a week ago. He’s more outgoing, more vibrant, and much more focused on what's going on around him. From the few conversations we've had over the last few days, I've managed to piece together his current situation.
Unfortunately, his life is something of a wreck right now. His last several years have been spent going from alpha to alpha, trying to figure out where he fits in the world. He's struggled with his self-worth and has always settled for less than what he deserves. He landed in Omega House after his last alpha kicked him out after Scotty confronted him about his cheating. Scotty quickly found himself homeless and jobless with nowhere to go.
Just hearing his story cut me deeper than I expected. I feel protective toward him in a way I haven’t felt before. It probably has something to do with the way we’ve been drawn together since we first met, but the intensity still scares me at times. When I least expect it, thoughts about Scotty fill my mind and create a yearning inside me that’s getting harder to ignore.
As the day wears on, I find myself becoming constantly distracted. My own words are turning back on me, and I regret them more with every passing minute. My plan to keep Scotty at arm's length until after Christmas is beginning to fade. He hasn't complained about it or tried to change my mind even once, but I can tell he wishes I would. And considering how much extra work he's doing around the farm now, I might actually have time to consider a relationship with him sooner rather than later instead of this weird flirty dance of non-commitment we've been doing for the past few days. He deserves that much at least.
/> "You did good today," I tell him as he's putting away the camera after the last photos are done for the day. "I really appreciate all your help lately."
"I enjoy the work." Scotty smiles at me, and I feel warmer because of it. I've never had an omega warm me up with just a look. It's a great feeling, and it gives me confidence about what I'm about to ask him.
"I’d like to thank you for everything by cooking you dinner." My cheeks flush hotly as excitement twinkles in his eyes. “What do you think?”
"Is this a strictly platonic thing or…?" He lets the sentence hang in the air and cocks an eyebrow.
"I…I don't think I can do this." I take a deep breath and shake my head. "I want more than just a friendship with you. It was foolish of me to even try to keep my distance. That said, I really do want to cook you dinner to thank you for your hard work lately. I don't expect anything to happen, but…I’d like to spend some time with you away from the farm."
"I’d like that too.” A hopeful look fills Scotty’s face and he nods in agreement. “I’d like it a lot."
We quickly close down the tree farm for the night, and I drive Scotty to my place for the first time. I don't live far from the tree farm but even the short drive seems to take a lifetime. Technically, my house is situated on the edge of my parents' property. It's too far to walk this time of year because of the cold, but during the warmer months, I usually jog to the farm and back every morning.
As we pull into my driveway, I feel a bit self-conscious about the size of my “bachelor pad.” It was originally a bunk house for ranch hands back when there was livestock. My parents rented it out when I was a kid but insisted on deeding it to me after I finished college. They wanted me to stay close by, and as my mother has constantly insisted, it's the perfect size to raise a family in. I glance at Scotty and can tell by the look on his face that he wasn't expecting a sprawling farmhouse when he agreed to come home with me for dinner.
"Well, here we are." I hold my breath and open the front door, gesturing him to go inside. "I'll get a fire started and then get dinner going."
"It's a nice place." Scotty takes a look around then stands awkwardly in the foyer. "But I don't want to sit around doing nothing. Give me something to do."
My heart fills with gratitude that I found him as I look into his sweet and sexy face. He's got a determined look in his eyes that makes me genuinely happy. I can't explain it in the slightest, but I know without a doubt that I would do anything for him.
"Okay, then. Why don't you go in the kitchen and start peeling some potatoes?" I gesture toward the kitchen. "They're in the cupboard by the refrigerator."
"Got it." He bounces up on his toes and gives me a kiss on the cheek before skipping off into the kitchen.
Having him here in my home lightens my heart considerably. I've found myself dreading returning home to my empty house the past few nights. This is a welcome change.
It only takes me a few minutes to get a fire crackling on the hearth in the living room. I check in on Scotty and then run upstairs to change out of my Santa suit. When I return to the kitchen, Scotty is already in the midst of whipping up a complete meal.
"I hope you don't mind," he says as he finishes slicing up some potatoes and layering them in a baking dish. "It's been a long time since I've been able to cook."
"I was supposed to cook for you." I chuckle then step up behind him and kiss his neck. "But I don't mind. I kinda like seeing you making yourself comfortable in my kitchen."
He looks at me sidelong for a moment and then bursts into laughter.
"What's so funny?" I ask with a frown. I fold my arms across my chest and cock my head to the side, wondering what I just said that he’s amused by.
"Nothing, nothing," he tries to reassure me. He wipes his hands on a towel then and rests a palm on my chest. "It's just, this is the first time I've ever seen you wearing something that didn't make you look like Saint Nick." He grins as if he made a joke I’ve never heard before.
"Yeah, yeah. My parents thought it was hilarious too when they named me. They're crazy about Christmas, so of course, their only son had to be named Nick." I roll my eyes as I head to the cupboard and pull out dishes to set the table.
"I like it," Scotty says as he turns back to his cooking. "It's festive."
We spend the next hour cooking together in the kitchen, which is more time than I’ve spent in there by myself in the past month. By the time we're done, we've cooked more food than the two of us could possibly eat, but we enjoyed the process so much that neither of us were eager to stop. Since I’ve never really been a domestic guy, cooking with Scotty, enjoying one another's company as we’re surrounded by the aroma of delicious food, is an almost surreal experience for me.
As we sit down to eat, the familiar melancholy at the thought that our evening together might almost be over sets in. I didn’t ask him if he wanted to stay the night because I hadn't thought that far ahead. All I knew for certain was that I wanted to spend time with him. Getting to know Scotty, connecting with him, is my priority. If we do start something, it can’t just revolve around lusting after his gorgeous body. And after tonight, I’m confident that won’t be a problem.
But I’m still an alpha with needs…
"Look, I want to thank you," I tell him when we finish eating. "I know things are hectic around the farm and I've been less than consistent about our…situation."
"I understand." Scotty pushes away his empty plate and folds his hands in front of him. "You've got a lot to deal with. Your parents are MIA, and everything is falling on your shoulders. It's a big job, and I want to help however I can."
"I really appreciate that. I saw how you were with everyone today, and it was a huge help." I reach across the table and take his hand in mine. "I want you to know that I see everything you're doing, and it means the world to me."
"I want to do more, Nick." Scotty sits up straighter in his chair with a look of sincerity in his eyes.
His offer catches me off guard, and I feel a lump form in my throat. Before I can come up with a reply, his gaze flickers toward the window.
"Is that snow?" he asks, rising from his chair.
I turn in my seat and peer out the window into the darkness. It's hard to tell exactly what's going on out there, but occasionally, a few flakes drift past the light being cast through the window. I rise from my seat too and turn on the front porch lights.
The world outside is immediately illuminated by the waxy yellow light.
"Holy crap, that's a lot of snow in just a few hours," Scotty whispers as he peers out at the winter wonderland that's suddenly appeared before us.
"They were saying it would start any day now. It's coming down pretty thick." I move to his side and slide an arm around his shoulders. "I'm not sure it's safe to drive back to Omega House tonight." My heart hammers in my chest as I contemplate my next words. "Would you like to stay the night, maybe?"
Scotty smirks at my pathetic attempt at being coy. "Of course, I wanna stay the night. What else am I gonna do?" He looks up at me with a light laugh and shakes his head in disbelief. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."
I breathe a sigh of relief as we make our way into the living room and sit together near the warmth of the fire.
"Hey, Nick…" Scotty asks after a few moments. He sits up slightly and looks me in the eye.
"Yeah?" He looks serious, which causes a flutter of concern to roll through my gut.
"Have you ever heard of fated mates?"
50
Scotty
I have to admit, spending the night at Nick’s house was a lot different than I expected. He was nothing but a gentleman to me all night long, and things didn’t even get remotely sexual between us. I think he’s still trying to figure out exactly what he wants out of a relationship with me. The truth is, I’m still trying to figure it out myself. I brought up the fated mates thing, but I’m still not sure if that’s even what this is.
But I hope it is.
After years of disappointing relationships, it would be nice to have something not blow up in my face for once.
I finish getting dressed and slip out of the guest room and into the hallway. The house is eerily quiet, and the early morning light is barely adequate as I tiptoe toward the top of the stairs. I carefully creep down to the first floor and peer out the living room window at the snow-covered landscape.
It’s still coming down pretty hard, and I can tell that we’re going to have a hard time getting to the tree farm today. Nothing short of a snowplow will be making the trip based on how the roads are looking right now.
I grin softly to myself. Good thing I agreed to come home with Nick last night. Otherwise, I’d be snowed in at Omega House. I can’t even imagine how chaotic things are there right now. All those kids suddenly forced into a snow day, all their parents unable to get to work, everyone cooped up together in one place.
At least here, everything is calm, and I can roam the house in peace.
I make my way to the kitchen and begin rifling through the cupboards and the refrigerator. I want to surprise Nick with a hot breakfast when he wakes up. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a lot in the way of breakfast fare. I get the distinct feeling that he’s the type of guy who probably eats a couple Pop Tarts while dashing out the door on the way to work.
There are leftovers from dinner last night that I could easily heat up, and I’m just about to get started when I find a small green sprig of something tucked in a baggie inside the fridge. The small sprig is dotted with little white berries and tied with a red ribbon at one end.
“Mistletoe.” I pick up the bag and chuckle. I wasn’t expecting to find something like that in Nick’s refrigerator, but it’s not completely out of place. We sell bundles of mistletoe at the tree farm, after all.
My smile spreads across my lips as a brilliant idea enters my head. I may not be able to surprise Nick with breakfast, but I will be able to surprise him with something else.