Page 50 of Bonded By Christmas
I move both hands to her hip and ass, holding her steady so I can plow up into her as my shaft swells. She bites the fuck out of my lower lip, and I snarl, bumping the bottom of her pussy with how rabid my thrusts get.
Her pheromones are so thick they have to qualify as a perfume, and it seems to knock out the last rational bit of my consciousness.
Before I even have the chance to fully come back to myself following my orgasm, I stand. It’s complicated to walk to the wall with my pants around my ankles and her clothing strewn around the floor, but I slam her back against the wall. Her hair falls around her shoulders as I study her face.
She’s so goddamn pretty, and I want to keep her forever. My head might be a foggy mess, but I wanted her before this little wave of heat, and I’ll want her after it too.
My mouth falls to hers, and with the wall as leverage, I can easily buck up into her at the same time I pull her down my length.
The moans and sobs she releases around our kiss make me thankful I cleared out the store. No one else gets to hear her like this.
She’s fuckingmine.
Her pussy quivers around my length, and she’s extra slick from all my cum that I pumped into her a few minutes ago. It does some crazy shit to my head to think about watching it drip out once I’m done.
I buck a little too violently, and my knot pushes inside her opening.
Lacey wails against my lips, her nails digging into the back of my neck so deep I’m sure she’s drawing blood.
It makes me ache to put her on her feet so I can hunt her down. Who the fuck knows where the thought comes from, but my instincts are fully in control. It doesn’t even make any sense, since she wouldn’t be able to get away while we’re trapped together, but I would kill to try a chase scene once we’re both more coherent.
She stopped kissing me when my knot locked inside her. I bump her face to the side using my cheek.
“Holy fuck, Lace.” I groan, dragging my knot along her inner walls as I pull my hips back as much as possible when we’re locked together.
“Rut,” she sobs, slapping my shoulder. “Bite me!”
A wicked growl rattles out of my chest, and I settle for scraping my teeth down her throat. Her feet bounce against my ass, and she continues to sob a variety of begging demands. A few of them don’t even make sense, but my hazy mind can’t make heads or tails of what’s real at this point.
Every small movement creates so much bliss that it feels like I’m high on some combination of upper and downers—hyper energy and blissful euphoria. Huh. I wonder if this is why they say omegas are so addictive. It would make sense.
Her cunt locks down on my knot as she begs me to rut, and I do my best to make her soar.
My spine tingles, and my balls tighten. The way her pussy wrings my cock… All of it. I lose my shit, biting her throat just below her ear on the opposite side from Grim’s bite.
“Callum,” she sobs.
I’m lucky my shaky thighs don’t give out, but the wall keeps both of us upright as I spill inside her once more. I’m so overwhelmed that it takes way too long to realize that she accepted the bond.
Her euphoria smacks me right in the chest, and I swallow her blood that spilled out around my canines when I plunged them in. I lick around my teeth, and Lacey whimpers, clutching my shoulder.
“That’s crazy,” she whispers as her body trembles against mine.
She’s not wrong.
The connection is unreal. Unlike anything I could fathom. Retracting my teeth, I clean and seal the bite with a swipe of my tongue.
I can still taste her blood, which soothes that weirdly primal part of me that’s distinctly alpha. Pulling free of her neck, I study her face.
Her big hazel eyes sparkle, but they’re clearer than they were earlier. She smiles. “That hurt less than when Grim bit me, and I can happily report, the piercings are amazing.”
My heart skips a damn beat.
“Aww, fuck.” I shove my mouth to hers. She already owns me, and she doesn’t even realize it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lacey
