Page 45 of Knot My Secret Santa

Slipping my fingers under the lace, I traced up and down her slit before sliding a finger into her. She made the most delicious little sounds and I kissed along her neck to the rise of her breasts. I pumped my hand slow and deliberately, grinding my palm against her clit. She quivered and squirmed, clutching at me as if she might suddenly fall out of the box.

“That’s right, vixen. Hold on tight and come on my hand.” Adding a second digit, I finger fucked her harder and faster. There was some mouse on the stage and the music had picked up in tempo too.

Avery pressed her face against my chest to muffle her cries. Taking hold of the back of her neck, I drew her mouth back to mine and ate up every moan as she unraveled in my arms. She bucked as she came, slick gushing over my hand.

“Nathaniel, I need you,” she crooned, my little Christmas siren. And I wasn’t about to deny her.

I stood and carried her around behind our seats before I set her on her feet. Placing her hands on the back of one chair, I flipped aside her skirt and growled at the sight of her perfect ass topped with a tiny swatch of red lace.

“Fucking beautiful.” I kneaded her tight rear and slid her panties down. She obediently lifted one foot and then the other, and I tucked her panties into my pocket. The dancers on stage seemed so far away in another world. There was only Avery and I, and I have never wanted her more than I did right now.

Mine. I had to claim her right now.

She glanced back as I unzipped my pants and my aching erection sprang free. I drew its length and bulbous head along the curve of her ass. A wanton shudder slithered through me as my dick drenched itself in her slick.

“Now, please,” Avery pleaded, her voice rough with her need.

I hissed as I thrust into her sweet pussy. She clamped around me, making me start fucking her with desperate desire. Her dimpled bottom gave a small jiggle each time I rammed into her, and a few of her curls had come loose, dangling past her chin.

“Yes, take it, vixen. Let me fill you with all of me.” My fingers dug into her hips and my heart pounded beneath my ribs. This Omega was mine. I needed her to know it, the whole world to know it. Her bare shoulders tightened as she held on, rippling with the effort as I fucked her harder yet. My lips pulled back from my teeth.

Mark her. Claim her.

I groaned as I bent forward, kissing over one shoulder and then the other. My teeth scraped along her skin. “I want to claim you, vixen. I want to make you mine forever.” Her small cries and ragged panting were the only response. I nipped at her neck to make sure she heard me. “Say yes. Let me claim you and this beautiful dream will never end.”

“Yes,” she gasped, eyes fluttering as she neared her climax. Her whole body tightened, getting ready to release its bliss. “Yes, do it.”

With a silent roar of victory, I bit into the tender flesh of her shoulder and held on as she shook with her orgasm. My cock swelled, exploding within her spasming pussy, and locking us together with my knot.

“Mine,” I purred and kissed the bite spot. My heart swelled. I hadn’t even felt this much pride and joy when I graduated or started Donner Designs. She was what I needed in my life all along.

I gathered her against me and sat in my seat with her on my lap. We watched the rest of the ballet locked together.

Avery was finally all mine and no one would be able to take her away from me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE – Avery

I stood in front of the mirror in my bathroom staring at the purple and black bite mark on my shoulder. It was tender to the touch, but it didn’t ache, not the way something else inside me did. Something that started the moment I left the office and came back home to change for caroling this afternoon.

It was because Nathaniel wasn’t there. I knew it in my very soul.

My tiny house seemed smaller than it ever had, and empty at the same time. The last time I’d been there, his presence had filled it up, filled me up. Just like it did everywhere we went.

We’d had sex a few times that morning, but I didn’t feel that painful need pushing me from my heat. My slick, too, wasn’t quite as copious. I felt fine when I said I wanted to meet my family for lunch and then go caroling.

Fine until I left Nathaniel, and then all I wanted was to speed back and have him wrap his arms around me. I had no idea that being claimed would come with its own powerful primal needs.

I sighed and started to dress. Last night, no, all of yesterday was the most perfect fantasy day I’d ever imagined. Lazy morning, couple spa afternoon, romantic dinner, and box seats at The Nutcracker. Sex in the box at the theater was the sweet cherry on top. In that haze, I wanted nothing more than for him to claim me. I couldn’t see past my need for him.

I was still having trouble with that.

“If he wasn’t my boss… If only I had discussed everything with my family before I got in so deep.” There were so many ifs, and nothing could be done about what has happened. “And now he says he doesn’t want to let me go.”

I wiped at the tears in the corner of my eyes and did up my jeans. Everything in me screamed never to let go. We belonged together.

Nathaniel asked me to move in with him. To his apartment, or a new one, or even his office or my tiny house. He would go anywhere with me. When my anxiety about it all had me panicking, he held me close until I was calm again.

A knock echoed through my home. “Avery? You there?”

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