Page 13 of Packed for the Holidays

Gripping the hem of my sweatshirt and giving him a flirty wink, I work my top up to my waist, revealing my red panties with reindeers printed on them.

Harrison’s gaze heats, and he licks his lips. Before I’ve got my sweater all the way off, he’s in front of me in two long strides, grabbing my hips, and hauling me against him.

He brushes my bottom lip with his tongue, then pulls me in for a kiss before whispering, “I won’t hog you this time.” He nips my ear. “Come find me in my room when you’re done with these clowns.”

My pack alpha gives me another searing kiss, then goes.

“More for us.” Ellis smiles eagerly, throwing off his shirt before grabbing my hand and pulling me in to dance.

A horse whinnies and the sound of hooves on cobblestones plays through the speakers to the merry beat.

“Santa won’t be the only one coming down the chimney.” Ellis shimmies his shoulders and I can’t help but laugh as he pulls us together and grinds his hips against mine.

“I’m not cleaning that up if anyone jizzes down the chimney,” Nils chuckles. He shifts to stand, then stills as Ellis’s cell phone buzzes on the coffee table.

I can make outDeclanon the caller ID, which is strange since we just left Emily’s place. Why would Declan need to chat with Ellis? Maybe it’s a Christmas surprise for Em?

But that can’t be, because Nils doesn’t hand the phone to Emily’s brother. He swoops it up. “I’ll get it. Keep jingling those bells.”

He shoots McQuinn a look as he starts toward the hallway. McQuinn lets out a frustrated groan, but follows Nils out of the room.

“What’s that about?” I try to watch them, wondering what merits a private conversation with Declan, but Ellis spins me and blocks my view.

He gives a shrug and slips a hand under my sweater, tugging it overhead so I’m left in my reindeer undies and bra. Skin exposed, he licks the delicate flesh of my neck until he finds that spot by my collarbone that makes me moan.

Dante palms his cock through his pants as he watches. Oz’s gaze bounces between Dante’s erection and me, like he’s not sure where to look.

“Come dance, Oz.” I give him a soft smile.

He swallows and shakes his head. “I’m… um…” His gaze drops to the floor. “I’ve gotta…” He stands, pauses, walks purposefully toward the kitchen, but pauses again just before he reaches the archway. Looking up at the mistletoe overhead, he turns and looks back at us, then frowns and leaves the room.

We all look after him, and my eyebrows pull down. “Is he okay?”

“Give him time,” Dante says, coming to stand in front of me.

“I’m just worried about him.” I bite my lip.

Ellis kisses me, a distraction tactic I adore. “Don’t worry, sunshine. Right now… Tonight’s about you.”

The music still streaming from Nils’s phone shifts to something with a saxophone and far fewer references to snowmen.

Our silly dancing morphs into sensual swaying. Ellis presses up behind me with Dante at my front. They decorate my skin with soft kisses and tender touches. Hooking his thumbs in my panties, Ellis slides them off my hips before shifting his focus to removing my bra. Dante drops to his knees. An offering. Easing one of my legs over his shoulder, he kisses along my thigh and groans into my body. Then licks right up my center.

Gasping at the sudden sensation, I’m thankful for Ellis behind me. His hands on my hips keep me balanced and in place as Dante feasts, but he pulls back all too soon. Licking his glistening lips, he stands and gently pulls me toward the coffee table.

“On your back, babr.” The deep command of his voice sends a wave of excitement through my body and makes my skin tingle.

Ellis eagerly complies, yanking off his clothes then giving a slight hiss as his heated flesh meets the cool wood of the table.

“Ride your man, omega.” My nipples pebble at Dante’s words. My master of dirty talk.

Dante grabs two throw pillows and sets them on either side of Ellis’s hips to protect my knees from the hard surface. My men take such good care of me, the little gesture sends warmth to my heart.

Slick is damn near dripping down my thighs as I climb on top of the table and slide down onto Ellis. His deep groan matches the noise I make as we become one.

“So fucking beautiful,” Dante purrs, bringing a hand to tease my nipple. “Such a good girl.”

I love his praise. My core clenches, and Ellis bucks as I tighten around him. The cool metal of his piercing feels divine as I slide up and down his length.

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