Page 37 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

"Slowly work me in. Take your time."

So, with my hand reaching to cup his balls, I work him in and out, my mouth working to take all of him. I have no idea if I'm doing this right, but he's growling, his body tensing, and I know he's enjoying it. That's all that matters.

"Look up at me," he asks.

I lift my gaze, my mouth full, and meet his eyes.

"Fuck, Ruby, I'm about to come so hard, burst into your mouth. And you're going to be a good girl and swallow it all down, aren't you?"

I make an agreeing sound.

He has my hair tighter around his fist, and he's growling, still holding my stare as his hips rock, meeting my sucking. Every inch of me is humming with arousal, and I'm completely drenched. I squeeze my thighs, heightening the sensation as it builds and builds.

Running my tongue along his shaft, I grin at him with my eyes, and he hisses again, his balls so tight. I whimper with the fire lighting me up from the inside.

"It's so fucking sexy to see my fat cock all the way in your mouth," he murmurs, then growls, his hips pushing forward, his knot pushing into my mouth too. The tip of his erection hits the back of my throat, instantly bringing tears to my eyes, but there's excitement, too, and I work to take more of him.

"FUUUUUCK!"

Warmth spills into my mouth suddenly, creamy and sticky, almost sweet, and I swallow it. There's so much of it, and it keeps coming. I work my throat, taking it all in, trying to also breathe.

"My sweet Ruby, you're working so hard, taking all of me. I'm dying to sink my cock into your pussy, to knot you, to fuck you until you pass out!"

His words are hungry, savage, and sinful. Turns out I love them because, in seconds, I'm shuddering, my own orgasm tearing through me. I'm buzzing between my thighs at having such a massive cock in my mouth, picturing him fucking me. There was no way I could have prevented what was coming. I moan against him, riding my own climax that tears through me.

"Never fucked a more beautiful mouth. Next time you are going to come on my dick because I need to see you coming on my face or dick."

Finally licking away the last drop, I pull free and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. He's grinning wildly as he tucks himself away and helps me to my feet. My face is flushing as he collects me in his arms.

"You were beautiful and so perfect."

I open my mouth to respond, leaning into him despite my face blushing, but a voice outside freezes us both mid-smile. My heart leaps into my throat as Garrett moves swiftly to the window, peering past the curtain's edge. In the panic of the moment, I can't help noticing how his shoulders tense protectively.

"Security doing cabin checks," he whispers, turning back to me with a glint in his eye. "Let's get out of here."

Before I can answer, he takes my hand, leading us to the door of the elf house. The thrill of almost getting caught sends nervous giggles bubbling up in my chest, which I try desperately to suppress. Garrett holds my hand a bit tighter, and we wait there as he peers out the ajar door. The moment the voices fade, he eases the door wider and pulls me into the crisp winter air.

We hunch low and dart around the small cabins in the opposite direction of the voices, finally reaching the rope and frantically scrambling under it. We run like teenagers, ducking behind festival stalls and weaving between carnival rides. The wind whips into me, and I can't remember the last time I smiled this hard. When we finally break free of the fairgrounds, we both burst out laughing.

"Quick, get in." He grins, opening the door to his black SUV. The warmth inside is welcoming, and I sink into the leather seat, still catching my breath.

As he pulls onto the road, where there are cars everywhere, something warm unfurls in my chest—so different from the wariness I usually feel around Alphas. Since that first meeting at the festival, every interaction with Garrett has chipped away at me, showing me something about him I never expected to find—maybe he's not a monster in hiding like my father had been.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks softly, glancing over as we stop at a red light.

I just grin, watching the way the shadows play across his face. That tiny spark of hope in my chest feels dangerous, wonderful, real. And I'm starting to believe that maybe some risks are worth taking.

11

RUBY

Iwake up burning up. Not the gentle kind of warmth that lingers after a dream, but the kind that makes your skin feel too tight, your bones too heavy.

The snow falling outside my window seems to mock me—all that cold, and here I am, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, clutching my middle as another wave of cramping heat flares over me.

"Not now," I groan into my pillow, but my body isn't listening. It's been building for days, if I'm honest with myself. Garrett saw it before I did—the way I kept leaning into his touch at the bar last night, how even Knox's scent and smirk couldn't make me pull away. It's my heat, and it's never hit this hard before.

Forcing myself up, my bare feet find the plush rug beside my bed. The room spins a little, and I grab the edge of my nightstand to steady myself. My coat from last night is draped over my reading chair, and before I can stop myself, I'm reaching for it. The fabric is still cold from the winter air, but underneath that...

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