Page 73 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
I’m whining, almost obscenely but not quite. My eyes close as my whine reverberates in my chest, my slick dribbling from my core, then hands are on my shins, lifting my legs, drawing my eyes open again.
Asher stands at my left, holding my leg up, calf on his right shoulder, while Will does the same on the right, my other calf resting on his left shoulder.
The looks in their eyes are loving, while a glimmer of feral desire shines in the rainbow of Christmas lights on my body.
And then, they’re both sliding into my pussy, side-by-side, my mouth falling open in a silent scream I’m sure would shatter glass. Not pain, but so much pleasure. So, so much.
They hiss, then begin to fuck my pussy in shallow strokes, both their heads rubbing against my G-spot in alternating strokes as I gasp and moan. Then, Matthew begins to slowly flick his hips up, bottoming out inside my ass, then pulling out slow, just to do it again.
In no time, the three of them find a rhythm, fucking me mercilessly, pushing my straight legs back while keeping them spread wide, pistoning into my holes again and again until the need to bear down on them overtakes me, and the fact I can’t pisses me off.
“Deeper,” I growl, a flash of surprise shining in Will’s eyes before it’s replaced by determination.
I need to feel them all the way inside me, need it like air.
And my Alphas give it to me, changing their pace to ensure they get deep inside me by going slow, and it feels so fucking good. Good enough that a sob wells in my chest, released on a whine, until I don’t know if I can take any more. It’s too good. I asked for this, but it’s too—
I scream before I’m even aware I’m coming, tears streaming down my face, cries of pleasure mixing with guttural wails until I think I may have left my body.
When my Alphas grunt and groan, jets of come spurting into me, I return to consciousness just in time to feel their knots swell inside my body, all of us sated. All of us loved.
“Now, for your real gifts.”
I laugh, body a puddle of goo on top of the covers. The holiday lights are off my body and put away, the room light turned back on. “I don’t think I can handle more gifts tonight.”
“You’re going to like these,” Will assures me, going to his closet as Asher helps me sit up on the bed.
Will comes back with three boxes, each a couple feet tall, but light enough he can hold them all together in his hands as he approaches.
I recognize the boxes as being from one of those custom plush stores, and I gasp with delight as the first box is handed to me byMatthew. I pop open the top and pull out the most adorable dark brown teddy bear, wearing a tee shirt and little jeans, holding a game controller and wearing a headset. I hug it to my bare chest and gasp when the bear speaks in Matthew’s voice.
“I love you, Iz.”
The tears start pouring before I even fully process this beautiful gift, and Matthew wraps his arms around me with a laugh. “It’s okay, baby. You need to calm down so you can open the others.”
With a sniff, I wipe my wet face with my palms, and Matthew takes his bear and sets him on the nightstand beside me.
Asher’s is next, and inside is the most adorable duck wearing fancy clothes, holding a clapboard. I squeeze the duckie through my mounting tears, and Asher’s voice rings out in the room,“Ay up miduck!”and I burst into laughter, throw myself into his arms.
“How embarrassed were you to record that in public?”
He gives me a hooded look. “You can make it up to me at a later date.”
Last is Will, whose representation is the most adorable dog wearing an apron and a chef’s hat, holding a spatula in one paw. When I hug it, Will’s voice chimes,“We’re family forever.”
When I rise and hug him tight, I whisper, “Family,” and squeeze him tighter.
“Thank you all so much,” I say on a sniffle, placing Will’s plushie with Matthew’s and Asher’s.
“There’s one more thing,” Matthew says, handing me a small envelope. Inside is a gift card to the plushie shop.
“We each made ours, so this is for you to make one of yourself to complete the pack,” Will says from beside me with a wide grin.
And I’ve never been so excited to go to a toy store.
Chapter Fifty
When I was a lad, Christmas had always been a magical time, whether my family was in England or here in the States. Though the goodwill didn’t last as long here, once my dad was gone, but I try not to think on that too often.
