Page 42 of Knot My Secret Santa

“Yes, vixen. Take all of me,” I growled as her pussy tightened around me. We were only half undressed, but I didn’t care. My mouth was on hers again and my hips rocked against hers. I had one knee on the couch and the other bracing me on the floor.

Her nails dug into my sides. Pillows had fallen to the floor. Harder and faster, I drove her against the back of the couch. The frame strained to contain us as my dick swelled.

Avery screamed with her next orgasm, shuddering under my body. I didn’t stop. I didn’t let up.

Mine. She was all mine.

Bite her. Claim her. I battled my Alpha instincts as our pleasure built.

My guttural cries matched hers as my cock engorged, releasing my seed and knotting inside of her. I forced my head to turn to bite the arm of the couch, my teeth tearing the fabric.

Avery mewled, going limp, and nuzzling my neck. I tenderly took her into my arms and moved us so that she could lay on top of me on the couch. I pulled the afghan over us and, her head tucked under my chin, I stroked her hair.

“So good,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin.

“Let me know if you need anything, vixen. Anything at all.” I’d almost lost it and claimed her. I didn’t know if I could be patient much longer. The need for her to be mine, to have her agree to be claimed by me, was wearing my patience down to a thin thread. I didn’t know when it would snap. I was barely hanging on.

If it broke and I lost her, I would lose myself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN – Avery

I sat curled up on the couch after my second shower that morning. My pussy ached, but with a pleasant warmth of a woman most thoroughly pleasured. There were a few bruises on the insides of my thighs displaying the fervor with which we fucked. Everything smelled of him and sex, and I felt like the world couldn’t get any better than it was right now.

Except that wasn’t true. I stared at my phone as I munched on dry cereal right from the box.

There were dozens of texts waiting for me to answer them. It was almost noon on Saturday, and while many of those messages from my mom, dad, aunt, and friends made my stomach tighten, it was the few texts from Kris that had me hesitant to pick up my cell.

The Nutcracker was tonight. I hadn’t been to see it since I was a child, and even then, I didn’t have box seats. Kris had been incredible to get me all those amazing Secret Santa gifts. We barely knew each other, but he understood me. Where else would I find a man like that?

I glanced at the bathroom and worried my lower lip. The sound of the shower was quiet, but Nathaniel would be out in a few minutes. The sight of him might make me need to jump him again. My heat had been on overdrive all night, and it didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon.

I had to meet my mom for lunch and go sing carols on Snowflake Lane. Then there was Kris and the theater.

The thought of leaving my nest gnawed at me. I wanted to burrow in, wrap myself up in the comfort it offered, and snuggle with Nathaniel. He’d been so wonderful. First allowing me to do this to his office, and then decorating the tree outside. He was more than wonderful. He was fucking amazing.

And my boss. He was still my boss.

Courage, Avery. At the very least, I had to read the messages.

Picking up my phone, I opened it and clicked on the texts from my family first. My mom had brought me over breakfast and wondered where I was. My dad, too, was asking the same thing. Then Noelle mentioned the caroling and said my parents were worried no one had heard from me.

It would be no problem concocting a lie they’d believe. But I hated I had to do it. I didn’t want anyone to worry, but I also didn’t want to be the person who snuck around and had a whole life that their family didn’t know about. I wanted to share my joys and tears with them. They had been and would always be so important to me.

Taking a deep breath, I tapped on the texts from Kris. He’d sent one yesterday mentioning his flight was delayed because of weather. The storm had gotten worse, and his flight out this morning was canceled. He apologized profusely that he would miss The Nutcracker and hoped we could go out another time.

Laughter bubbled out of me, and I covered my mouth with a hand. It was a weird sense of relief. I wanted to feel bad that he wouldn’t be here, but I didn’t. It just made my weekend so much easier.

Stuffing moreChexinto my mouth, I licked cinnamon dust from my fingers before typing a reply to him:Good morning! So sorry that your flight got canceled. Hope you find some California styled Christmas fun to have while you’re stuck there. Thank you so much for all the wonderful Secret Santa gifts. You are incredibly generous.

Thirty seconds later he was typing a response. Idon’t know how much Christmas fun I’ll be able to find in the hotel, but I will raise a drink and say cheers for you. As for the Secret Santa thing, your gratitude is misplaced. I wasn’t your Secret Santa. I had Denise this year. I bet your aunt knows who was yours, though, and will tell you if you ask. Glad you got spoiled! :)

I blinked. Kris wasn’t my Secret Santa.

Kris was not my Secret Santa.

The shower shut off. I closed my eyes to stop the world spinning. There was no one else it could be. Noelle had asked around. I knew who she had, and Jessalyn might have given me extravagant gifts, but she had my aunt’s name. Did a bunch of people get together and throw in for me? But why would they do that?

I quickly typed a text to my aunt.Hi! I’ll try to make it for caroling today, but Lana popped a surprise gift on me and we’re get a spa treatment since I’m going to the theater tonight. I just found out that Kris wasn’t my Secret Santa. Any other guesses as to who it might be?

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