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But slowly, as she'd gotten more comfortable with them, and they'd gotten more comfortable with her, they'd learned each other's limits, and things just kept getting so much fuckingbetter. Seeing the way she let them fuck around with her like they did last night, at the trust she showed them, felt like the culmination of all his life's work.

She's naked between them, and when he spreads her slit and her scent hits the air with its full weight, he can still smell himself and his pack mixed in with her sweet pomegranate. The best fucking smell in the world. Earthy and sensual, laden with fertility, a ripe floral bouquet hidden amidst an ancient forest. Perfect.

He crawls down her body and delves his tongue between her plump lips, lapping up every drop she's leaked out.

"Not going to get you knocked up if you're wasting all of our efforts like this," Julius says as he pulls back. "Look at all this leaking out."

The way she tenses up and growls down at him makes him grin at her, all teeth and predatory eyes.

"Don't start that again," she hisses, but the warm fluttery feeling on her side of the bond tells him all he needs to know. Dirty talking about breeding her is making her soaking wet despite her complaints.

He leans back in, using his thumbs to pull her lips apart so he can look at her. She squirms at being so exposed but doesn't stop him. Her entrance is red and puffy. It probably really is sore after yesterday, but her inner lips and her little clit are already needy and pink with desire. She really did have the prettiest damn pussy.

He leans back in to lick her again, avoiding her entrance and focussing on her clit. She'd come in a minute if he used hisfingers inside her and pressed down on her pelvis, but he doesn't want to hurt her if she's already feeling pretty tender.

He focusses on teasing her nub until she's gasping and moaning. When he looks up, he sees Tenor closing his mouth around her nearest nipple and he takes a moment to admire the pretty contrast between her rosiness and his brother's caramel skin tone.

When she stops clutching at the sheets and starts desperately grabbing for their hair with frantic hands, he switches it up and starts to suck the nub into his mouth in short, rhythmic strokes.

Her whining is just about to reach a fever pitch when Luke comes slamming back into the house like he's the fucking grim reaper come to collect.

She shrieks a little as the door bangs against the wall from his pack brother's unnecessary force and Julius would glare at him if he could, but there's no way he's removing his mouth from her pussy right now, not when she's so close he can feel the muscles of her pussy starting to pull down and clench around air. He shoots daggers of warning through the bond instead, but Luke doesn't seem bothered at all.

"You assholes couldn't even get up to help m– oh, good morning baby! You're awake!" Luke doesn't even break his stride at he kicks his boots off onto the mat and throws his coat on the hook.

"G-g-good m-morn-morning!" Their mate just manages to gasp out the words, her body starting to shake with her impending orgasm. She's such a sweetheart, still so polite even when she's about to come.

"What did I miss?" Luke flops on the bed beside them, leaning over casually to pluck Eden's other nipple in one massive hand and making her convulse beneath them.

Tenor releases her nipple with a pop. "Eden was thinking about Christmas," he says before taking it back into his mouth.

"No shit?" Julius feels the spike of excitement in the bond as much as he hears it in Luke's voice. "I fucking love Christmas! Aww, baby, it's going to be the best! We can put up a tree, put up some lights outside–"

Okay that's too far. Julius releases her clit. "It's way too fucking early to put up decorations," he says, replacing his mouth with his thumb to circle her little nub. With the sudden change in sensation and pressure, Eden immediately comes, her pussy releasing enough slick to drench the bed beneath them. Thank fuck for the mattress protector.

Luke pulls at her nipple again, then begins rolling it between the pads of his fingers. "No way! It's December! That'sliterallythe Christmas season."

"I'm with Julius on this one," Tenor adds, pulling off her other nipple and gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Julius gives her a break from rubbing her over sensitized clit when she starts to whine and shift her hips away, but he doesn't remove his hand entirely. His fingers reach down to play in the pool of slick outside her entrance and then shift lower to her ass.

"Eden?" The three of them turn to look at her, their tiebreaker. And such a sweet little mess she was right now. Julius' finger slips in her asshole, her snug little entrance hugging his finger like a vice grip as her whines turn even more guttural and desperate.

"What do you think?" Luke's voice sounds so hopeful, and Julius already knows they've already lost. There's no way she's saying no to Luke. Her heart's too soft and mushy.

"I-I don't– hnnnnnng," she cuts off as he adds a second finger into her ass. When he angles them up to hit that sweet spot inside her, she nearly jumps off the bed and shouts out in a rush, her voice higher pitched than usual and almost as tight as the grip around his fingers. "I don't know! I've never had a Christmas tree before!"

"What?" Luke sounds like she just told him that she wanted to do some fucked up clown roleplay. "Oh, that's not acceptable at all. I'll be right back."

With his fingers still thrusting in their mate's ass, Julius watches his pack brother put his snowy boots and jacket back on and then head back outside. What the fuck was he doing? Was he going to go to Walmart to buy a tree right now or–

The rhythmic sound of an axe hitting wood outside answers that for him.

Jesus Christ.

A few minutes later, Luke returns to the house dragging a fifteen-foot evergreen behind him like a feral wolf dragging in a deer carcass. He has all the feral pride of a mangy mutt showing off his conquest to his mate too.

Who's going to clean up all those pine needles and snow off the floor? Youknowit's not going to be Luke.