Blue Mountain (Pack 1)

Omegas were typically slight in both forms. As a man, Simon was five feet ten inches tall, which was average for a human and small for a shifter. As a wolf, he was fifty pounds, small for a regular wolf and tiny for a shifter. The already significant contrast between Simon’s size and Mitch’s was exacerbated in their wolf forms, where Mitch weighed three times as much and was twice as long as his mate.

To Mitch, the difference in their sizes was deeply and fundamentally pleasing. The visual reminder that he could dominate Simon aroused him. And the instinct it triggered to protect a physically vulnerable shifter gave him purpose. Thinking of his small mate and his likely smaller mother wandering the world without a pack infuriated and terrified Mitch. He couldn’t conceive of an Alpha tossing out two Omegas, particularly when one was his lover and the other his son. Simon’s mother perishing young wasn’t nearly as surprising as Simon surviving.

Realizing with vivid clarity how easily he could have lost his mate without ever having met him, Mitch was overcome with a need to provide and care for him. He raised his snout, inhaled the scents of the forest, identifying the prey, and then wove through the trees until he spotted a deer. Without hesitation, he struck and captured his target, tore through its flesh, and then picked up the choicest parts of the animal and dropped them at his mate’s feet.

Simon whined appreciatively, lapped at Mitch’s muzzle, and then ate his fill. Only when he lay down under a tree and began licking his fur clean did Mitch allow himself to eat his kill, the knowledge that he’d provided for his mate more satisfying than the meat. When he finished, Simon bounded over and licked his muzzle and forearms, grooming and thanking him. Rumbling in approval, Mitch stood over Simon and dragged his throat over his head, petting and scent-marking his mate. Then he led Simon home, shifted into his human form, and opened the back door.

“Go into the laundry room and shift there,” Mitch said, not wanting his mate nude outdoors despite how unlikely it was for anyone to be within sight distance of their cabin.

After bumping his head against Mitch’s leg, Simon trotted inside and shifted. Once in his human form, he raised his green eyes to meet Mitch’s gaze and said, “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome.” Mitch stalked Simon like he had the deer. He swooped him into his arms, pinned him against the wall, and ground their groins together as he devoured his mouth.

Pure joy and arousal seeped from his mate; no fear, no worry, just a happy man clinging to him and kissing back passionately. Cupping Simon’s small, firm ass in his palms, Mitch held him close and walked across the house.

“Where’re we going?” Simon asked.

“Bedroom,” Mitch grunted. He carefully set Simon on the mattress and then lay on top of him and wriggled his fingers into Simon’s crease. “I need you.”

For a moment, Simon froze and then he lurched up, grabbed hold of Mitch’s shoulders, and pressed their mouths together. “Please.”

Mitch growled approvingly, nipped at Simon’s lips and earlobe, and got a bottle of lube out of his nightstand drawer. He drizzled the slick liquid into Simon’s channel and massaged it over his pucker, occasionally dipping his fingertip inside and coating the smooth skin.

“Mitch,” Simon said breathlessly, sounding as frantic as Mitch felt.

With their animals still close to the surface, Mitch knew neither of them could be gentle, so he sat up and pulled Simon onto his lap. “Ride me, pup.”

Nodding, Simon planted his feet next to Mitch’s thighs and held onto his shoulders as he squatted above him.

“You set the pace.” Mitch gripped his cock, gave himself a few strokes, and then tapped Simon’s hole with his cockhead.

Simon licked his lips, and with his gaze glued to Mitch’s, slowly lowered himself onto Mitch’s erection. Once he was fully seated, he dropped his forehead onto Mitch’s shoulder. “Wow.” He gasped for air and licked Mitch’s sweat-slick skin. “That feels… Wow.”

“For me too.” Taking deep breaths to keep himself in control, Mitch pushed his fingertips down Simon’s back and over his ass, massaging his muscles. Then Simon slowly rose, dropped down, and with a joyous shout, came all over Mitch’s stomach.

“Ah, fuck,” Mitch roared as his small shred of control snapped. He gripped Simon’s waist and snapped his hips up, fucking his rigid cock into Simon’s tight hole.

“Yes!” Simon shouted and bounced on Mitch’s lap, meeting every thrust. “Please, yes!”

Their joining was primal and rough. They thrust, bit, scratched, and growled until finally Simon cried out Mitch’s name and Mitch followed him to completion.

With his dick still cradled in Simon’s welcoming body, Mitch lowered his back to the bed. Simon collapsed on top of him and nuzzled his throat. Eventually his dick slipped out of Simon, but the closeness he felt to his mate remained.