Page 71 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
The excitement in the air is thick as all eyes turn to me, a bit of a twinkle there. I rip open the paper, heart racing, and reveal—a pack of AA batteries.
I eye the batteries for a moment, school my disappointed expression, and blink up at Asher. “Um, thank you?” It definitely comes out more like a question.
Asher laughs before I jump up and dive for the gifts I’d gotten my men, handing one package to each of them.
I had custom Christmas ornaments made for each of them at a nearby shop with their names written in fancy lettering, each representing a special location that holds memories for us. Asher gets a fancy tea cup in a saucer because of our Cuppa runs. Matthew gets an acrylic depiction of the frozen lake with a couple skating on it. And Will… well, I may have done a little extra for his.
“Izzy…” his breath catches, eyes swimming as he looks at me over the small ornament in his hands. A lovingly sculpted replica of The Cozy Crescent that he can hold onto always.
“I don’t know what to say.” His voice cracks the slightest bit, and I pull him into an embrace immediately.
“I know you’ll always have your years of memories here, but I thought this might be a nice keepsake.”
“I love it,” he breathes. “And you.”
I smile warmly, but don’t miss the worried glances he sends to a very subdued Asher and then Matthew, who’s next to pass his gifts out.
Asher receives a very fancy wooden box filled with an equally fancy tea assortment. Will gets an apron with a wild design on the chest, the words “Alpha Cook” emblazoned on it, along with a new electric milk frother I’d caught him eyeing online.
And then, it’s my turn. Feeling how light the package is, I’m at least pleased that it can’t be batteries again. But when I unwrap it, I find a big spool of fancy red fabric gift ribbon.
And… now I’m just confused.
“Thank you, Matthew. It’s very pretty.”
He may have cringed a little before I put the ribbon down on the floor beside the batteries.
Then, Will hands out his gifts.
At this point, I’ve stopped paying attention to what the others get. My hope that Will, my sweet Alpha, has given me something more sentimental, is the only thing keeping my mind from spiraling when he hands me a large, weighty package, lovingly wrapped with a pretty stick-on bow.
I take my time unwrapping this one, and finally unveil a box with a photo of a spool of LED Christmas lights on it.
Part of me really expected to start bawling if even Will’s gift was so… I don’t know what to call these. So I turn my confused face up and find all three of my men standing in front of me, Will’s hand extended for me to take. When I do automatically, he pulls me off the couch and wraps his arms around me before saying over my head, “I told you guys.”
Asher’s, “Ehhh,” rings out, making me turn to him in Will’s arms.
“Sorry, love,” he says with kind eyes. “We wanted to get a little something for us all to enjoy tonight.”
“For… what?”
Matthew chuckles before he picks up the batteries and ribbon from the floor, tucks them under his arm, and runs the back of his hand down the side of my face. His eyes grow heated as he looks at me, a lopsided grin on his face. “We want to play a game.”
My breath catches, heart giving a thump in my chest. “W-what game?”
Asher’s gaze narrows on me as he licks his lips. “Happy Christmas Shag.”
Will groans, “We arenotgoing with that name.”
“The game is called ‘The Gift,’” Matthew corrects.
Warmth spreads across my body, my pussy aches, and suddenly, I don’t care about crappy presents anymore.
Once I’m led to Will’s room, I’m quickly stripped down, my breathing hitched, but my Alphas don’t make any moves to touch or please me. Instead, they’re taking my gifts out of their packages, placing the batteries into a compartment on the lights, making all the different colors come to life before my Alphas converge on me.
I’m silently positioned into an all-too-familiar T-Pose, just like the characters I’d design in Maya for games, and the string of lights is wrapped around my body, slowly. I barely register that the lights aren’t too hot, and later I figure it’s because they’re LEDs, as they’re intricately looped around my arms, wrapped around my back, under my breasts, then down my sides where they’re wrapped across my hips, down, then up both my legs.
Will allows me to lower my arms, then steps back to admire the sight of their handiwork, staring at me like I’m a meal he’sgoing to devour, and boy, do I hope he makes good on that look as my slick starts to weep from my pussy.
