Page 49 of The Knot Before Christmas

“You just fucked my brains out and knotted me good. I think it’s safe to say I’m fan-fucking-tastic.” I sigh happily, letting my eyes close, because I can’t handle the way he’s looking at me. Like he wants me to be his. But he’s not sure if he likes the idea of that or not.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Happy to be of help.”

We stay like this for a few moments, my eyes closed, only our heavy breathing filling the air around us.

It’s when he moves back a little bit, adjusting his position that I realize the only reason I’m not freezing right now is the heat from his body.

“Shit.” I shiver. “How long are you gonna be... you know...” I wave down at his dick. “It’s fucking cold as hell.”

He curses. “Shit. Sorry.” Grabbing my coat, he helps me sit up the best he can before helping me inside it.

He looks down and rubs the back of his head. “I can’t do much about the bottom half.”

Using my feet, I press them into his ass and shove him forward so he falls back on top of me.

“That's fine. Stay like this and you can be the one to freeze your ass off. Literally.”

He chuckles and then gasps as I move my feet, so they’re in his armpits, tucked under his arms. This position is odd as hell, making me pretty much a human pretzel, but a girl's gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

“What the hell are you doing? Your feet are freezing.” He gapes at me.

“That's the point. You're my human heater until your knot deflates. Price to pay for fucking me outside in a garage.”

He narrows his eyes as I smirk up at him. “Anyone tell you that you’re a brat?”

“Yup,” I say proudly.

He just smiles, shaking his head before placing his face into the crook of my neck. He holds me and damn it, weird position and all, I love it. I love his touch, the way he feels pressed against me, his arms around me.

The thought has me sobering up.

Thankfully, his knot goes down and his cock slips free before I have my panic attack. Too many feelings to process right now.

A gush of his cum, my slick, and my release follows, dirtying the already filthy car under us.

Will doesn’t say anything as he helps me back into my panties, pants, and boots.

“You okay?” he asks me again as he slips his own coat on after tucking his cock away.

“I’m fine, Will.” I pat his shoulder and walk toward the exit. I’m doing my best to play this off as a casual fuck, but can he see how messed up it has me?

Will follows me inside, abandoning the shovelling that still needs to be done.

“Just in time,” Ian says, stepping into the hallway. “Supper is ready.” He takes one look at us and grins like a damn fool.

“Not a word,” I growl, glaring his way. The asshole only smiles wider.

Just then, Nick steps out of the basement. He also takes one look at us and knows what happened.

The look of betrayal and anger at his brother has me flipping him off and stomping up the stairs.

I don’t need his judgement.

Asshole. Fuck him, fuck them all.

Isn’t that what's gotten us into this mess in the first place?

Damn Alphas. Only good for trouble. That's it.

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