In celebration of the 50th episode of Alpha and Omega, you get a fairly long one, but I promise, it’s worth it. *waggles eyebrows suggestively*
Adelie parked the truck in the barn next to the curvy forms of the Chieftain. Gravel crunched under their steps as they met behind it. She slipped her hand into Nate’s.
“It’s going to be freezing tonight,” she said, her breath forming white clouds.
“Yeah, winter is just around the corner. Time to snuggle up inside.” Nate let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder instead, swiftly kissing her cheek. A whiff of his delicious cologne, the scratchiness of his chin. She slipped her arm around his waist and snuggled into his embrace, even if it was just for the few steps until they reached the porch.
“Jake was quiet today. Did something happen?”
He opened the front door and switched on the light in the hallway. They hung up their jackets and slipped out of their shoes. Finally done with the day. “Training was gruelling. And he told me that he had broken up with Rosalie, said she was too demanding. I think he just saw her as a convenient way to get laid, but not to spend time with.”
“Oh. That’s not a very grown-up way to see a woman.”
Nate snorted. “No, indeed it isn’t.”
They entered Nate’s room, and he dropped his bag to the floor. Adelie closed the door as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a tight embrace. A long and lingering kiss followed. Eventually, Nate buried his face in her hair and sighed. “He was bewildered as I told him how nice it is to just sleep next to you. Clearly, he has no idea how delightful cuddles can be.”
“Is that why you always have a boner?” She nipped his earlobe in jest, and he chuckled, gently biting her nape.
“No, I have a boner because you’re irresistible with the different flavours you come in.”
She stopped exploring the velvet skin of his throat just below his beard shadow and looked up. “Flavours? I come in flavours?”
“Yes, flavours. You come in kick ass pilot, pretty baroness, guardian angel, motorcycle chick…”
“Keep up your sweet talk and I’ll stay the whole night.” She kissed him before he could answer and slipped her hands under his t-shirt. Taut abs, a fine strip of hair running across his stomach to his crotch, warm skin. The irresistible scent of his cologne. Need. Want.
“Is that a promise or a threat?” He murmured, pulling her blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. His hands on her skin, sliding upwards over her back until they found the strap of her bra. His eyes became wide, and he chuckled. “This is neither white cotton nor a sports bra…”
“No, it’s not. Thought that with your tendency to get me undressed I wear something nice for a change.”
They grinned at each other, then he swiftly lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. “You just signed your doom, Baroness. You stay here tonight.”
Squeals. Tickles. Giggles. Kisses. At long last they finally had each other undressed down to their underwear. Nate was delighted to find a matching set of shimmery, deep brown silk on her. “This is almost too pretty to take off…”
She pouted and glanced at him through batted eyelashes. “That’s a pity. I especially put it on…” Her finger traced the narrow strip of hair across his stomach and pulled back the waistband of his briefs. “… for you to take it off.” The waistband snapped back into place, and the next thing she knew was that she was under him. The air was charged with electricity, and she almost expected sparks to spring over as she stroked his neck with her fingertips. His jaws clenched and his eyes were dark with desire. She pushed her hand into his black mop of hair, and he dipped his head and kissed her. Kissed her lips, her brows, the corner of her eyes, her temples.
“My handsome devil.” She tugged at his shoulders to get him to lower down.
“God, I love it when you get all husky and sexy.” He nibbled at her neck, causing hot flushes to race over her chest.
“What else do you love?”
He grabbed her tightly and rolled on his back, pulling her with him. “I love your spunk. Your spirit of adventure. The fact that you frequently save my life, my butt and my dignity.”
She buried her face in his chest hair. “Keep talking…” She licked and nibbled and bit. Nate was a buffet of masculinity. A broad chest with very nicely defined pecs, the taut ridges of his abs, long, lean legs with curly black hair, tanned skin which was a bit paler around his crotch… she wanted to gorge on him.
“Babe, please…” He sounded adorably throaty, and she had mercy. She straddled him and enjoyed the hard bulge in his crotch with only rubbing a tiny bit against it. Her hair fell like a veil around their faces as she bowed down to kiss him. His hands on her butt, stroking the silk. Then on the small of her back, moving upwards. Skilled as he was, the bra clasp was opened singlehandedly. With a delicious smirk, he got her out of the straps. “Happy that I unwrapped my present?”
Giggling she slid off him. “You’re still missing a piece…”
“Patience, patience. All in a timely manner. You racer folk are always in such a hurry…” Tiny kisses on her neck. His considerate touches on exactly the right spots fuelled her desire. This night cuddles wouldn’t be enough.
“Tell me more about my flavours. How do they taste?” She demanded breathlessly. Nate chuckled and traced her face with a fingertip.
“Your flavours…” His voice was a gravelly, sexy rumble he only ever had when they were alone together. It caused the hairs on her arm to stand up and her core to tighten with anticipation. “The Baroness tastes sweet and smells expensive. Immaculate perfection.” He breathed a kiss on the pulse point of her neck, barely touching her skin. She shivered. “The Pilot is tangy, salty and smoky. Adventurous. Fierce.” Another kiss, blunt and full on the lips. Then he moved down until he reached the navel. “The motorcycle chick… she’s gasoline, the thrill of speed, the scent of hot rubber and the open road. A free spirit.” Nate’s lips painted a poem on her stomach, and she felt muscles twitch she didn’t know could twitch. He reached her panties and pulled them down; she barely had time to lift her hips to help him. His breath wafted over sensitive, moist skin. “The guardian angel, though… she’s my favourite. She’s golden light and calm and peace. Tastes like heaven.” His tongue found its mark and Adelie blissful minutes in her very own paradise.