Page 12 of Packed for the Holidays

“Are you feeling jealous, omega?” The smirk on Dante’s lips curves in a way that tells me exactly what’s about to happen. He flashes me a quick look before he grabs Meggie by the shoulders, spins her around, and pushes her back against the car in a passionate kiss.

Shit, does he really want me to get the dog out right now? Harrison gives me a pointed look and waves his hand. While Meggie’s distracted, I sneak around the back of the car, open the door on the other side, and take hold of Cinnamon’s leash.

A quick glance at Dante and Meggie tells me they’re still heavily making out. Nils is holding open the side gate, so I make a dash for it. Cinnamon barks and my heart rate spikes. I throw a look at Meggie, but she’s so wrapped up in Dante she doesn’t seem to notice the noise, or maybe she thinks it’s Declan’s dog, Gunner, barking.

Declan is waiting for me in the backyard as Nils closes the gate behind us.

“Hey.” He greets me with barely a smirk, but that’sok because he gives Emily and his pack all his smiles. I’m used to his closed-off demeanor, but then his gaze slips to Cinnamon and his jaw drops. “She’s—”

“Right outside with Dante,” I hiss. “Thank you for taking her. Her name is Cinnamon. I’ll text you guys about getting her to our place for Christmas morning. If you could maybe give her a bath before then or something… we’d owe you one.”

There’s another bark, and this time it’s Gunner. Wet black nose pressed against the window, Declan’s dog is locked on Cinnamon.

“You’re sure this is ok?” Nils glances between the two dogs.

Declan looks like Nils insulted his mom, or maybe his face always looks that way? He really is the strong, silent, brooding type. Without dignifying Nils’s question with a response, he reaches out to take Cinnamon’s leash.

“Right,” Nils nods. “Ok. Thanks again.”

Declan gives us a single nod, then we turn and head for the gate.

When we get back to the car, Dante has Meggie so worked up her scent permeates the air despite the breeze. I’m instantly hard, and it’s clear the rest of my pack is too.

Dante’s eyes catch with mine as he kisses our girl. I nod.

“Alright, omega.” Dante pulls back and brushes Meggie’s nose with his. “Let’s get you home so we can show you exactlyhow much we missed you.”

We don’t bother saying goodbye to Emily and the rest of her pack. The plan was always for a quick Meggie-Cinnamon swap, and we’ll see them on Christmas.

Meggie sits in the back with me on the way home, and I keep her on edge the whole drive. I love teasing our girl, getting her good and worked up. We haven’t fooled around in a car since her heat in Paris, and it’s bringing back all kinds of good memories.

My fingers lazily stroke up and down her leg, tracing over any of the bond marks I can reach.

“Are you going to just toy with me the whole way home, or are you going to make me come?” Meggie says, lust coloring her cheeks.

“I’m going to play, sunshine. You should know that by now.”

9

Meggie

When we park in the driveway, Dante scoops me out of the back seat and throws me over his shoulder. He stops in the doorway of the front door, looks up, and shakes his head. “You hung more mistletoe.”

I smirk and kiss him before he carries me the rest of the way inside, sets me down in the living room in front of the Christmas tree, and steps back. “Clothes off, omega.”

“Oh, yes, sexy strip tease.” Ellis rubs his hands together and sits down on the couch. Nils sits next to him. With Oz on his other side but a foot away. McQuinn plops down in the armchair. And Harrison… Harrison stands next to Dante, giving me a look that’spure fire.

I’ve never done a striptease before. A hint of self-conscious embarrassment splinters my horny mood.

“Wait,” Nils stops me with a grin. “We need music.”

Pulling out his phone, he scrolls until sounds of jingle bells jangle through the living room’s Bluetooth speaker.

It’s got to be one of the top ten un-sexiest strip tease songs, and I love him for it.

I ease my pants off first, my long sweater still covering my panties, but exposing my legs. I sway my hips, still feeling a little self-conscious, but also so turned on from the way their scents thicken with their arousal.

Oz shifts on the couch, adjusting his jeans to accommodate the erection forming under the denim.

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