Page 84 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I huff. “So would I. It’d be hot.”

Swan’s gaze becomes half hooded, before he presses his body even closer against me.

His hard cock nudges against me through our clothes.

“If no one’s told us what we should be doing, then that means we get to choose, my Ash Queen.” Swan’s voice shakes with passion. “So, we have our first free time. My first since that I can remember having. Guess how I want to spend it?”

“Meditating?” I tease. “Tidying the bed? Checking for roaches?”

Swan growls, slamming his hands either side of my head. “It seems that I need to remind you yet again who’s in charge here.”

My stomach swoops in a way that thrills me. “And I need to remindyouthat will be the little Omega.”

Swan’s beautiful silver eyes twinkle with amusement.

He lowers his lips to my ear.

The feel of his hot breath against my skin makes tingles run down my spine. “I want to spend this Christmas morning giving you my gift. I wish that I could buy you diamonds like you deserve or even a tub of that double chocolate ice cream that you always tell me about. But I can’t. I can, however, give youme. All of me. My body, forever. My first time, or ours, together.”

He pulls back to study my expression, as if desperate to see how I’ve taken his offering.

And it is an offering to his Queen.

I know how precious this is. It will be both our first times.

I want this as much as he does.

I lean up to capture Swan’s lips. “Then I’d better unwrap this beautiful gift.”

Swan drops his forehead against mine in relief, before his mouth curls wickedly.

I reach up, loving the feel of his corded muscles under silky skin, as I slip his pajama top from his shoulders. Then I reach down and slowly, inch by inch, push down his pajama bottoms.

His breath catches. He’s holding himself still with difficulty.

He’s vibrating underneath my hand.

When Swan’s cock pops free of the material, it’s already hard with pearly precum beading on its tip.

And it’s fucking gorgeous.

My tongue darts out to wet my dry lips. “Thank you. Just what I wanted.”

I reach up to wind my arms around Swan’s neck. I play with the thick, inky black hair that curls at the base of his neck.

He humps against me a couple of times. My eyes flutter at the sensation.

“I hope that it fits.” He lowers his head to my neck, licking down my scent gland, until I whimper. He looks up at me with glittering eyes. “Because you’re not returning it, if it doesn’t.”

“Bragger.” I can’t keep the smile out of my voice.

“We’ll see who’s bragging.” Swan licks and kisses up and down my throat, until I’m a puddle of desire.

I knew that being with him would be like this, equal parts playful and passionate.

Then Swan daringly nips at my neck, playing at biting me and breaking the taboo of giving me a bonding bite, before my Alphas do.

I wish that he could.

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