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I wake up the next morning with a very naked bundle of omega bouncing on my cock.
“Merry Christmas,” I growl, pushing up on my forearms.
Her stomach rolls as she grinds farther down my length. “Yeah, you too. Sorry, I hope this is okay. I woke up sore and achy.”
“Always, shortcake. My cock officially belongs to you.” I wrap my arm around her lower back, rolling us and settling on top of her.
“Good, so I need you to rut deep.” Her adorable little nose scrunches. “But no knotting. We’ve got to exchange gifts.”
I yank her legs up on my forearms. It takes some effort to keep myself up only using my core, but I manage so I can kiss her. Her slick little pussy clenches violently as I start to roll my hips into hers. Her soft moans vibrate against my lips, and I swear it’s more addictive than any drug I’ve ever tried. I work in and out as deep as I can get until my knot hits her lower lips. Her pheromones have been thick as hell recently, but I know better than to piss her off on Christmas morning. She digs her teeth into my lower lip as her cunt flutters.
“Aww, fuck,” I groan into her mouth as my cock swells and my balls throb. Well, that wasn’t my most lengthy performance, but she doesn’t seem to mind as she coats me in her slick. The way she locks down when she comes does me in completely. I buck against the bottom of her pussy as fire licks from my spine down to my balls. “That’s it, shortcake. Milk my cock.” I’ve still got her knees on my forearms, and her feet bounce as she tries her best to gyrate her hips to meet mine. I spill deep inside her as she moans against my cheek. My muscles eventually start to loosen as I come down. “I love you so fucking much.”
Her pretty blue eyes pop open and she grins. “I know. I love you too. Okay, let’s get to it. It’s time for Christmas!”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
Tinley
“I’m pretty sure I could take you if I tried.” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring up at my giant alpha.
“You must’ve really enjoyed yourself last night,” Warrick says, chuckling.
A shiver runs down my damn spine. Although my butt is tender this morning, it’s sore in the most incredible way. Images of all the ways they ravished me last night quickly bleed into the sweet but intense quickie with Ramsey this morning.
“I know you want to get to the gifts, but breakfast will be cold. Have a couple more bites of egg for me.” Warrick holds the fork close to my lips.
I grumble my way through the few bites he feeds me, but I make sure to send him my appreciation in the bond.
We make it over to the living room area. Fitz and Ramsey are already waiting with the gifts separated out in stacks.
“Are we doing this free-for-all style?” Ramsey eyes his pile.
“No way.” I laugh. “I labeled each of yours with numbers. If you could open them at the same time, that would be great.”
Warrick takes one of the chairs, but Fitz holds out an arm for me. I let him pull me into his lap, but I don’t think the orange juice with breakfast helped me relax.
“Okay, go on,” I tell them, grabbing Fitz’s for him. It’s not glamorous, but I did the best I could under the circumstances.
They pull the tissue paper out of the bags and check out their stuff.
“Holy shit, you got me cheesy sayings T-shirts,” Ramsey says, pulling one out and holding it up. “This is strangely fitting after my dismal staying power this morning.” He wiggles his eyebrows as my hand flies to my face. I can’t hold back the laugh, even though he has nothing to be ashamed of. The shirt is Santa in a sleigh, and it says,I’m here for a good time, not a long time.
I grin, mouthing,I love you.
He nods, still laughing.
A deep booming laugh comes from Warrick, echoing around the spacious living room. “Cheeky, but I love it.”
“Oh, Tinsel. You’re brave,” Fitz chuckles, nuzzling his cheek to mine from behind.
I shrug. “It seemed fitting.”
Warrick got two shirts, the same as the others, but one says,Daddy Claus, and has Santa with a big, long beard. The other is an old man with a cane that says,Father Christmas. I’m totally fine with the fact he’ll probably never wear them.
“You too,” I tell Fitz, patting his arm. One says,I love Mr. Fitz,and I have no idea what that might be from, but I lucked out so spectacularly that I don’t even care what it’s referencing. He shakes out the first shirt, and it’s the other design. I really was limited, but it’s a T-shirt for the zombie apocalypse show that we binged during high school.
