Page 41 of The Twelve Knots of Christmas
His rumbling groans, our frantic breathing, the wet sounds of him moving inside of me, and as he sped up, the slap of his body against mine. His Alpha scent enveloped me, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut or else I’d get too dizzy.
Full. Whole. I’ve never felt this in my entire life.
It was so much more than me needing his Alpha cock inside of me. I trembled as I neared my second orgasm. Balthazar anchored me to this world and I held tight to my Santa.
Faster, harder.
He grunted something near my ear about how perfect I was.
My climatic cry was choked by the intensity of it. I threw my head back, bonking it against the wall. My nails bit into his skin on the back of his neck. No thought, nothing except heavenly pleasure.
The base of his erection swelled and knocked against my clit to send me farther into blissful oblivion. Yet before he locked himself in, Balthazar pulled out and bellowed as he exploded with his cock trapped between us. His cum lashed at my exposed flesh and painted me with his scent.
He kept me pinned to the wall as our chests heaved and our hearts thundered. My heat pain had faded to a mere shadow of what it had been, and a warm contented fuzz settled in my head.
After a few minutes, Balthazar set me on my feet and kissed me softly. He did up his pants and hurried out of the room. He returned with a handful of paper towels from the bathroom. Some of them wet to wipe off the slick, cum, and blood, and then the others to dry me off. Gone was the animalistic Alpha. Now he purred as he gently cleaned me.
I leaned against him, letting him take care of me. I’d removed the ruined leggings and balled them up to put them in a trash bin. I would have to buy Lyla a new pair, and oh God, I would have to explain why. No doubt she’d want to hear all the details.
“I’m going to take you to the truck and then come in to let the guys know I’m taking you home. Do you need anything else? Water? Something to eat?”
I nodded my head in what felt like a dopey way. “Yeah, water would be good. Thank you. Probably something to eat too.”
“Anything you need, baby.” Balthazar kissed the top of my head and wrapped his Santa coat around me to lead me outside to his truck. He turned it on to warm it up inside, and I curled up on the backseat.
Everything smelled like him, and I wallowed in being surrounded by all that was Balthazar. The panic from earlier was a distant memory. The truck was cozy and comforting.
I wasn’t fully ready to go home, wanting to snuggle with him, but if that’s where we were going, I should probably let Miss Eloise know. “Do you think you could get my phone from Lucian’s truck? I know you’ll probably have to ask him for the keys—”
“Nope.” Balthazar grinned and opened the glove box to take out a key attached to an L key chain. He winked at me and fetched my phone from the pickup beside his. “Here you go. Anything else?”
I couldn’t stop thinking that the hunky beast of an Alpha was so cute. Kissing him, I shook my head. “Thanks. I’m good.”
Tapping my phone, my body suddenly tensed. There were over twenty text and phone messages from Lyla. She would never blast my cell with that many calls unless…
I read the latest frantically typed texts.
No, no, no.
Warmth fled from me as fear gripped my heart. I burst out of the truck just as Balthazar had started back toward the hospital. “Wait! I need to go back in.”
It didn’t matter if I was without leggings or flushed from just having sex. Tears blurred my vision. This wasn’t happening. Not at Christmas.
“What’s wrong?” Balthazar’s smile immediately vanished, and he took on a stance as if preparing for an attack.
I ran toward the door as all the joy fled from my soul. “Miss Eloise had a stroke! She’s here right now.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - Mariska
I flew through the hospital to the emergency room with Balthazar right behind me. The nightmare of my Christmas from all those years ago squeezed at my throat with its bony hand. If Miss Eloise died… I just couldn’t.
What a selfish Omega I had been, thirsting after Alpha cock when my housemother was dying and my best friend needed me.
The waiting room was full. People sat in chairs looking at their phones or comforting their loved ones. A few even had to stand, leaning against the walls as they awaited news. I made a beeline for the reception desk, but a hand caught my wrist before I could make it there.
“Mariska!”
Lyla! I threw my arms around my friend and hugged her tight. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry I didn’t have my phone on me. How’s she doing?” Because she had to be doing all right. Miss Eloise had to pull through this. “How areyoudoing? I’m so, so sorry.”
