Page 9 of HoHoHo for You

I shuddered, holding my breath, buried deep inside my mate as her eyes flew open, and we both listened to her former betrothed hurry into her suite on the other side of this wall.

Just three or four feet to my left, the door lay open from her chamber.

Was he going to walk out here and find us like this?

I looked at Yilan and she looked at me.

“Yilan? Are you here?” His voice was muffled—he was checking her bathing room and dressing room. Searching for her.

I bared my teeth and Yilan shook her head in denial as I shuddered, fighting a war not to remove myself from her and go throttle that poor, tortured bastard. But the drive within me was undeniable. She was mine. She had to be mine. I looked down on her and she must have seen it in my eyes, because she shook her head.

No,she mouthed.Don’t.

I slid a hand up to her hair, scraping nails on her scalp as I grabbed a fistful and pulled her head back so her chin tipped up. She blinked, then her eyes widened. She gritted her teeth as I slowly, slowly drew out of her, her jaw going slack when I drove back in, my arm braced behind the hollow of her back and pulled her down onto me.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream…”

“This is what you like? Really?”

Between Sam’s voice reading Melek’s growl, and his teasing touch, my breath was growing heavy. “It’s an escape and… yes. A man who gives in to his primal side and can’t keep his hands off of his mate. I love it. Like I said, he reminds me of you.”

Sam looked very skeptical. “He’s seven feet tall and has wings.”

“Only sometimes. He manifests them. It’s a thing. But that’s not the part that makes me think of you. He’s adark angel,Sam.”

With a grunt, Sam tossed the kindle back onto the bed and turned back to me. He hadn’t stopped touching me, but now he put both hands on me, stroking and teasing.

“I wondered why it was titledThe King has Fallenwhen it was very obviously about a King who was getting itup—”

He curled one finger into me and I tensed, swallowing hard, trying to roll my hips into his touch. “He’s not the King… the King is… I mean—it’s referring to fallen angels.” I bit my lip when he beckoned with that finger inside me, then added a second.

“Is that stuff really what you like, Bridget?”

“Y-yes—”

“You want me growling?”

“I want you. Period.”

“Good answer.”

I let my head sink back on the chair, but kept my eyes open enough to watch him as he dropped his chin and watched himself touch me. His breath was growing heavier too, those broad shoulders rising and falling more quickly. I swallowed hard—when he rubbed inside me with two fingers I shivered and widened my knees as much as the bonds would allow.

“Sam, untie me so I can touch you back,” I whispered.

But Sam shook his head and watched himself touch me like it fascinated him. He was still in that ridiculous costume, but it shaded his abs and pecs so beautifully, and the pants were loose so they wouldn’t be hard to get off.

“Sam,please—”

I clenched down on him when he slid his thumb up to rub my clit in time with the beckoning of his fingers inside.

Sam groaned and when he met my eyes again, his own were glazed. “Krampus needs to reward you for all those dirty thoughts.”

“Mmmmmm, yes please.”

I was pudding in his hands by the time he removed his touch and unbuckled those restraints. I sat up and reached for him, stroking his shoulders and back when he leaned down to untie my ankles. But when he straightened and I tried to kiss him, he turned his head away and manhandled me, pulling me to my feet and flipping me around to bend me over the bed.

With a low groan, he leaned hard into me, sliding himself against me as he braced over my shoulder on the bed. I arched and urged him on, assuming he would take me. But instead, he gripped my hair at the back and pushed my hand down, dropping the kindle flat on the bed in front of me as he flipped through it to another spot in the story.

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