Page 16 of A Winter Gift


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"Please," I begged, sawing my legs on the bed. "Alpha, please."

His features darkened as he released my breast, dragging his lust-filled gaze down my body. Squeezing my wrists tight with one hand, he lifted the hem of my dress up to expose my panties, then my stomach. Moving so slowly it hurt, he brushed his knuckles over the center of my wet undergarments. But just as quickly, his hand stilled, and the red glow in his eyes faded.

"Tell me to leave," he snarled, his angry expression catching me off guard. "Tell me to fucking leave now."

I opened my mouth to beg him to stay, but he pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit, and all thought fell from my head. I moaned wildly, tipping my head back. "Oh my," I gasped, my nipples so hard the fabric of my dress hurt.

"Fuck, Mina." He jerked my dress over my breasts, then sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. He dragged his tongue over one stiff peak, then the other, while he teased the edge of my panties. He traced the fabric, occasionally smoothing his fingers over the material to tease my clit. He was driving me mad.

My growing desire edged almost painful as he kept playing with my sex. I finally jerked my hands-free and gripped his hair in both my fists. I forced his mouth to mine, kissing him hard.

Done teasing me, he shoved my panties to the side and plunged two long, thick fingers deep inside me. The burn was almost too much to bear, and I immediately tensed. His slick fingers slowly withdrew, followed by a smooth, deep push back inside me. He stretched me and filled me, repeating the motion over and over.

"Fuck, you're tight," he growled in the dark, his soft lips kissing my jaw and neck. The burn fell away, and I relaxed into the blankets, reveling in the way his hot flesh pressed against my exposed stomach. He was so warm and soft—velvety skin over intimidating muscle.

Shifting slightly, Ivor pushed his fingers even deeper, working them to his knuckle. He wrapped an arm under my middle and forced me to arch my back. Then he curled his fingers, and I gasped loudly—shocked at being touched in such a way.

"I-Ivor!" I gasped, gripping his shoulders tight.

"You like that, little omega?" He nipped at my chin, wiggling his wicked fingers back and forth. "You like me fucking you knuckle deep?"

I nodded, embarrassed by his dirty words but too turned on to care. "Yuh-yes."

"I bet this tight little pussy will grip my cock so well. Lift those hips."

I rolled my hips with his movements, chasing that glorious, twisting high. I had pleasured myself many times during my heats, but it felt nothing like this. Touching myself was sweet and satisfying. This was a building electricity that crackled the air and stole my breath.

I pushed my nails into his skin, reveling in the pleasure his powerful hands took from me.

"Come for me, Mina," he growled. "Let me see those big tits bounce while you come."

I dug my heels into the mattress, thrusting my hips up to get him as deep as possible, then I broke apart into a million pieces. Tipping my head back, I screamed out my climax, gasping for air and shaking fiercely. My head spun, and stars consumed my vision.

A deep, guttural roar filled the room as Ivor's fingers kept fucking into me, letting me feel every drop of pleasure possible.

Slowly, my body eased, and the room came back into focus. Ivor shifted, quickly pulling his wet fingers out of me. His belt jingled, and he grunted hard as his fist moved up and down in a blur. I wanted so badly to look down and see his member, but before I could lift up, Ivor grunted hard as warm liquid splashed all over my breasts and belly, down to my thighs.

The smell of his climax made my mouth water, and I whined, wanting so badly to taste him but too exhausted to move.

"My sweet omega," he panted, staring at the mess he made. Slowly, he pushed his hand through the warm cum on my stomach. He spread it over my breasts, circling each nipple, then down into the folds of my sex. He pushed some of it inside me, making my pussy spasm. I was so sensitive it almost hurt.

"Ivor," I whined, not sure what I needed from him.

He shushed me, then he purred. No one had ever purred for me before.

The vibrations pushed me deep into the mattress. I was completely limp, powerless, as he continued to rub his seed all over my stomach, sides, and the inside of my thighs.

Once he was done, he carefully pulled me to him, resting my head on his big muscular chest.

"Sleep, my omega," he whispered. "Sleep."

SIX

THE NEXT MORNING

Ivor

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