Page 56 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

She turns to me with wide eyes at that last word, but I don’t take it back. Can’t take it back.

As we start the long drive back to town, she gradually relaxes, leaning toward me.

“I love how you punched him. Protected me.” A small smile plays on her lips. “You know girls love that heroic thing.”

I laugh. “Wasn’t trying to be heroic. Pure instinct when it comes to you.”

She stares at me again, that heated haze returning to her eyes as she nibbles her lower lip. Her scent strengthens in the enclosed space, sweet and intoxicating.

“You okay?” I ask, though I know damn well she isn’t.

“The fire inside me is coming back,” she whispers. “It’s so intense.”

I grin, reaching for her hand. “Let me help with that. Lift your skirt and spread your legs so I can see your sweet little pussy.”

Her mouth falls open, and I chuckle.

“You want my help?”

“What do you have in mind? Flash everyone?”

“Considering there’s hardly anyone on the freeway, you’re safe.”

Lips pinch to the side, and she looks adorable. But to my surprise, she’s doing it, shifting her dress so the split is on the front. She lifts a bent leg, revealing her milky white inner thighs, but my attention is on the pink lips glistening with her arousal.

“Now, come closer to me, as much as you can, resting your bent leg on the middle console.”

My cock is as hard as a rock. She might actually kill me tonight with how turned-on I am.

“Now, lay back and relax.”

As she lifts a knee and spreads, her gaze still on me, I reach over, my hand tracing her inner leg, skimming all the way to her pussy.

“You’re such a good girl,” I instruct, and I see her tits heaving with each of her fast breaths. How I’d love her completely naked, but beggars can’t be choosers. And I remind myself this isn’t about me but her.

Watching the road, I keep glancing back to where she’s spread for me. I want a better view, but my fingers are already running the length of her seam, and I push her lips open.

She moans as I stroke her the full length. She’s wet and so silky, so sticky. Fuck, I might pull over just to ram my cock into her, complete with my balls. I’m so tight, so desperate.

A few taps on her clit have her squirming before I push into her. Sure, it’s not the most comfortable position, but none of that matters as my two fingers slide into her flesh, the sucking sound leaving me smirking. Then I pull them out and press my fat thumb all the way in. She moans.

“How can it feel so amazing?” Her eyes are glazed over, and her hips are making small bucking motions.

My thoughts are wild as I contemplate how I’ll fuck her like a damn beast.

“Sometimes just having an Alpha’s touch, feeling them inside you, can tame your heat,” I explain.

“I had no idea,” she gasps, squirming, clearly wanting more. “So, you’re just going to stay in there, then?”

“Yes, until I get you home, then we can take it from there. But I don’t want you to be in pain before that. And I love being inside you. It’s fucking everything.”

She’s staring at me like she might climb onto my lap, but instead, she rests and takes a few long breaths, closing her eyes.

The drive is sweet fucking torture. Every breath fills the car with her scent, and my Alpha instincts are going haywire, demanding I pull over and finish what we started. But for her, I’d sacrifice anything—including my sanity, apparently. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, while the other hand between her thighs, which is definitely not helping me stay calm.

When I glance over, she’s breathing deeper, head tilted against the window. “You sleeping on me, gorgeous?”

No response. Damn, she’s actually passed out, face completely relaxed, lips parted slightly. It’s so fucking cute, I can barely handle it. We hit the town limits, and I know I should wake her up for her house key, but... I can’t bring myself to disturb her. Instead, I turn north, a plan forming. Or maybe just an excuse to keep her close a little longer.

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