Page 56 of The Knot Before Christmas

“Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Oh, oh,” I whine as I fall back to the ground, my pussy pulsing around his cock and knot.

Nick roars, cursing up a storm as his cock jerks inside me. I can feel his cum warming me up from the inside, filling me so damn perfectly. It makes me cum harder, writhing beneath him, lost to the pleasure his pain brings.

“Damn it,” Nick groans. “Your pussy is like a vice.”

My chest heaves, head spinning as I start to come down from my climax. “You fucking idiot,” I pant out. “I told you not to knot me,” I snap, making my pussy grip him harder. He groans, eyes rolling back as a few more jets of cum fill me. I shiver, loving it too much for my own good.

“I don’t listen to you,” he says out of breath. “Haven’t we established that by now?”

“Thanks to you and your stubborn ass, we’re going to die of hypothermia,” I shoot back.

I see the look on his face when it clicks. We’re outside. In the cold and snow. Naked and knotted together. He looks around and curses.

“Yeah. Asshole,” I mutter.

“Oh, fuck you.”

“You just did that,” I say dryly, acting as if him being locked to me isn't a big deal. Just as casual as a coffee date.

“And you fucking loved it.” He chuckles.

“As much as I love swallowing glass.” I smile back sweetly.

“Brat.”

“Jackass.”

He snarls, wrapping his arms around me. “What are you doing?” I ask in a panic as he moves us, so that he’s standing.

“Wrap your arms and legs around me,” he grumbles. “I’m not dying of hypothermia because of you.”

“Me!” I shriek, eyes widening. “You’re the one who chased me out here.”

“You're the one sticking your damn nose in places it doesn’t belong. And don’t act like you didn’t fucking savor every moment of it.” He rolls his eyes, as he starts to walk us through the snow.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist, I look over his shoulder and giggle at the sight of his bare ass on display, his pants around his ankles making it hard to walk.

A hard slap hits my ass and I pull back with a gasp. “Stop slapping my ass!”

“Stop being a brat.” He raises a brow.

A whistle fills the air. “Yeah, get it you two.” Ian’s voice has me looking over my shoulder.

Will and Ian are standing in the doorway.

“Fuck off, asshole!” Nick shouts back.

“I think you have the ‘fucking’ thing covered there, big brother.” Ian laughs.

I groan, burying my face into Nick’s shoulder. “Kill me now,” I mutter.

Nick responds so softly I don’t think I was meant to hear, but I do. I swear I do. “I'd rather die.”

My body stiffens, my heart fluttering in my chest. I don’t get much time to think about it before we reach the house.

“So. What the hell were you two doing out there?” Ian asks, all smug and shit. “Making slicksicles?”

“Yup. There's a big one just over there. Bet it tastes like a candy cane,” Nick responds. “There’s some dripping down my thighs if you want it fresh.”

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