Page 69 of Bonded By Christmas
I’m so overwhelmed, and her core locking down on my length doesn’t help anything. Her bliss floods the bond, along with her desire for more.
I snarl and buck into her with little thought to whether I might be hurting her. Her pleasure shocks its way through my entire body, courtesy of the bond, and I slam my knot inside her.
Lacey wails.
I freeze, groaning as I come as deep as I can get.
My knot swells, locking us together, but I’m so disconnected from reality that I barely have the brain capacity to keep from crushing her with my weight.
Lacey plants her feet on the mattress, grinding over my cock from below. It drags my knot along her pussy, and every tiny movement sends bliss through the link.
I suck in deep lungfuls of air, trying to soothe my jacked-up system, but her pheromones are too thick, and it has the opposite effect. The last thing I remember is capturing her mouth in a sinful kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Callum
Lacey and Grim finally get it in, which is good for all of us. Maybe the big fucker will be less surly.
I would be.
I’m in a jolly mood, and I haven’t been inside her in hours.
Wilder sighs, planting his hands on his hips as we get the tree assembled in the living room we actually use.
I’m pretty sure Collins and the housekeeper were responsible for the beautifully decorated tree near the stairs. Unless Wilder had a company come in to do that tree and the banister lights…
Come to think of it, maybe he did.
I don’t see the sixty-year-old housekeeper or the chef getting up on a ladder to do the lights that popped up on the exterior of the house. Not that they should have to. I’m just wondering why he didn’t mention he was bringing in a company to put up the decorations.
Grim and I would have helped him.
“The gingerbread has had plenty of time to cool if you’d like to tackle that tonight,” Collins calls out from the kitchen. “I set everything up in the baking boxes near the hutch.” He takes off with two small bowls in his hands, and I quirk an eyebrow.
“I think he just stole part of the roast for those kittens you fuckers brought home with no warning,” Wilder says, laughing and shaking his head. “How quickly things change.”
“Grim said you were the one who sent him kitten shopping.” I shrug. “Are baby cats even allowed to eat human food?”
Wilder scoffs. “Fuck if I know.”
“It’s only eight. Grim and Lacey can’t be asleep for the night, right?” I ask, glancing toward the hallway that leads to the stairs. “They’ve been relaxing for a while. When can we go bother them?”
He chuckles. “It’s tempting, but she probably needs rest leading to her heat. Collins made kits for us to build gingerbread houses. I was hoping we would tackle those this evening and possibly decorate the tree.” He shoves his hands into his front pockets and rocks on his heels. “Is it selfish to wake them up?”
I poke around in the bond and hum. “Grim is awake. I’m pretty sure he’s watching Lacey sleep like a total fucking creep.”
“Is it creepy now that they’re bonded?”
“Good point,” I acknowledge.
I don’t want anyone calling me out for doing the same, so I’m going to get better about not giving Grim shit.
“Did Deb ever get around to washing Lacey’s new clothes?” I ask, referencing the housekeeper. She’s leaving in a few days for vacation, but at least to my knowledge, she’s still around here somewhere. “I think I’ll go see if they want to come down to partake in some Christmas cheer.”
“You’ll find the baskets on top of the dryer in the laundry room. It’s folded and ready to go, but I assumed she would be more comfortable in our clothes,” Wilder says.
“She can always change if she’s uncomfortable.” I chuckle, taking off for the laundry room. “I just want a few pictures of her in her matching Christmas jammies.”
