Page 4 of Packed for the Holidays

“Fuck,” I curse, risking a quick glance at Nils. The look on his face is pure adoration, an expression I’ll never get used to or take for granted. I still can’t believe this is my life. He lifts his hand to trace his mating bond on my wrist. It’s been months, but it still overwhelms me every time I think about the fact that we’re bonded.

He circles the indent of his teeth with his finger. He knows exactly what it does to me. Knowing his beautiful analytical mind, he probably looked up why bond marks are so sensitive. But the why doesn’t matter to me. All I know is that every time I touch his mark, or he touches mine, I feel an extra spark of pleasure and awareness through the bond. My body immediately reacts, pumping even more blood down to my groin.

He traces Ellis’s bite on my forearm, just next to his, and Dante’s just above it, right below my elbow. The two of them asked Nils and me to bond with them around Thanksgiving, during Meggie’s last heat. It wasn’t really necessary, since we were all already connected through Meggie and committed as a pack, but it meant a lot to us. Having their direct bites made our bonds even stronger, and it settled some of the lingering insecurity I didn’t want to admit I had.

Nils backtracks his touch, ending by tracing his bond again.

“Are you just going to tease me the whole way back?” I don’t think I can take that, not when I don’t know if there’ll be any satisfaction at the end of the drive.

Nils, being Nils, doesn’t respond with words. He wraps his fingers around the top of my boxers and pulls them down just enough for my hard cock to spring free. I fight the urge to look down, even though I desperately want to see his hand wrapped around my length. I should get a gold medal for keeping myeyes on the road while Nils slowly strokes up and down.

Since he didn’t pull my boxers down much, the elastic puts pressure on my base and balls, a strangling sensation that cuts into my knot as it swells. The discomfort is just enough to keep me focused on the road, but it’s annoying enough that I take one hand off the wheel, lift my hips, and grip the elastic to pull it down farther.

Nils slaps my hand away, and I reflexively let go of my boxers, making the elastic snap back on my knot. The sting makes me groan, the pain quickly turning to pleasure, adding a warm edge to the sensation of Nils working my shaft.

In a move that is both shocking and hot, he spits in his hand and polishes me with the wet warmth from his mouth. I grit my teeth. It feels so good I want to roll my eyes into the back of my head, but I can’t. I need to focus. I need to get my man home safe. I need to drive. I need… to come. Fuck, I need to come.

Nils lowers his head to my lap and sucks my tip. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“You taste so good,” Nils says, barely coming off my cock to mutter the words before swallowing me deeper. His mouth on me while we drive is like standing a little too close to the fire on a snowy day. Fuck, it feels good.

We really shouldn’t be doing this, but the danger and risk just turns me on more. He snaps the elastic of my boxers against my balls again, this time not ashard, and takes me so deep his lips brush my knot, swallowing around my base.

The car swivels just a little. Fuck, I need to get off the road. Focus. Spotting a place where there’s enough space to pull over, I stop. The second I put the car in park and throw the seat back, I feel the warning heat at the base of my spine, the tingles in my toes. I fist the longer hair on top of Nils’s head and buck up at the same time as my man sucks me down.

“Fuck!” I yell, vaguely aware of Satan’s Panties screaming, “make it hurt like airport sushi,” in the background.

When the tension leaves me, Nils lifts his head and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Naughty, stopping the car when I told you to drive.”

With my hand still tangled in his hair, I tug him up and kiss him hard. “How could I focus when you’re sucking my soul out of my cock?”

He rewards me with a throaty laugh. “Maybe you need to take it back from me.”

“And how would I do that?” I smirk, knowing exactly what he’s implying.

His heated gaze fixes on me as he eases himself back into the passenger’s seat and lowers it down, reclining with his hands behind his head. “You’re going to choke on my cock. Then tonight you’re going to be Meggie’s throne and apologize for making her wait by letting her sit on your face.”

My deflating dick gives an approving twitch,already hardening again. “Fuck, I love your dirty mouth.”

I kiss him until he’s breathless, then drink him down like he’s peppermint schnapps and I’m a sorority girl wanting to get drunk at a frat boy’s Christmas party.

4

Meggie

Sneaking out of the nest proves difficult. The guys like to cuddle and there are a lot of limbs to navigate. It takes some fancy ninja moves on my part. But I do it. Thankfully, they’re all exhausted after a late night decorating the Christmas tree. And other more sexy activities.

Once downstairs, I turn off the alarm and get the ladder, careful to move quietly as I bring it inside.

This is gonna be hard to do while they’re asleep, but the surprise will be all the better. I can’t wait to see their faces when they wake up to the magic of mistletoe.

My mom always made mistletoe a surprise. We never knew when more would show up in anunsuspecting doorway. She’d give us hugs and kisses on the cheek, but this could be an entirely different sort of game with my men. It’s silly, but fun, and a tradition I want to carry forward with my pack.

There’s going to be some serious kissing around here. Not that we need any incentive to kiss more, but kissing under the mistletoe is just so romantic. I’m not sure why, but it is.

I hang the first bundle from the light in the entryway, which is high enough that I have to climb to the very top rung. I’m an athlete, though, so I have full confidence in my abilities, even if the guys would totally worry if they saw me doing this.

Next, I hang one in the archway that leads from the living room to the kitchen.

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