Page 68 of Bonded By Christmas
There’s a ninety-two-percent chance that I’ll embarrass myself here.
Lacey’s pheromones spill into the air like her system wants to tease mine into rut. That’s dangerous for both of us. Bonding is beginning to show signs of healing my mind, but I still have to focus to keep from losing myself to the fog.
Growling, I shake my head in some ridiculous attempt to force away the haze that’s taking over. It doesn’t help for shit, and all I can focus on is the way Lacey’s mouth looks stretched to capacity around my shaft.
My crown hits the back of her throat, and she gags, which makes my dick jolt. She whimpers, and my shaft gets so much slicker.
“Fuck. No, can’t do it,” I growl, looping my arms under hers.
My tip falls from her lips, and she pouts as I pull her onto the bed. Rolling over, I rearrange us both. She ends up with her head on the pillow and me between her spread thighs.
I hold myself up with a forearm and bring my free hand to cradle her cheek. She seems so fucking small compared to me, and I get anxious all over again. It only takes one instant to completely destroy someone’s trust.
“I was enjoying that.” She reaches between us, making a mad grab for my dick. “It’s okay. This will be good too.” My tip glides through her slick lower lips and notches at her opening.
My entire body bounces as I take a deep breath, trying to center myself to force away the fog.
“If you don’t get inside me, I’m going to have to—” Her words disappear into our kiss as I push my lips to hers.
My nostrils flare, taking in her sweet pear scent. It fills the air so heavily that I can taste it as our mouths meet.
I lock my muscles tight to keep from thrusting, but she wiggles under me, forcing my crown inside her.
A growl echoes out of my chest, rattling around the room.
She’s so goddamn dangerous.
Lacey sobs against my lips, and I pull out, dipping back in. She moves her hand from my cock to open her lower lips up even wider.
“Are you okay?” I ask, poking around in the bond once I remember it’s an option.
“So good. It’s intense, but good. Fuck me, Daddy.”
Jesus Christ.
If she wants a feral alpha, she knows exactly what to say to get one. Her warm, wet walls cling to my shaft, and I test exactly how deep I can go without hurting her.
She sobs and begs, sounding like an omega lost to the fog. Not that I’m in any better shape. Holding myself up on my palm, I’m torn between watching her face and where I disappear inside her.
“This is a goddamn dream,” I hear myself say. “You smell so fucking sweet. I’m hanging on by a thread.”
“I’m still not scared of you,” she taunts, bringing her hand to run through my beard. “I trust you. Even if you hurt me, I’ll probably like it.”
“Little one,” I growl in warning, tugging free of her pussy and dipping back in. Every single stroke takes my breath away with how snug she is. “You’re taunting the beast.”
She tugs my beard, pulling my mouth back to hers. “Do your worst, alpha.” Nipping at my lip, she moves to sucking on my tongue as soon as it’s within reach.
It makes my length jolt inside her, and I pick up my strokes. Her tits bounce, and she watches me with hooded eyes.
If I could burn the look on her face into my retinas, I would. I never want to forget how breathtaking she was the first time I got to make her mine.
Time gets hazy, and Lacey’s begging moans get louder.
She brings her hand between us as she pulls back from our kiss. “Holy shit. That’s insane. I can feel you slamming against me from the inside out.” She grabs my hand, bringing it to her stomach, and my eyes widen as I feel my crown bump my hand through her skin. “No way. Don’t you dare stop. It’s so hot. I’m not complaining.”
My face twists into a frown. She must have picked up on my thoughts in the bond.
I bring my hand to her tit, flick her nipple, and focus on making sure my pelvis brushes her clit on every thrust.
