Page 17 of Reindeer in the Headlights
His body was flush against me as the kiss broke, and he pressed his forehead against mine, catching his breath. “I needed that.”
I nipped his bottom lip. “I did too.”
I grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the bedroom. I didn’t mind being adventurous when it came to where we had sex. I’d be happy to have him right there against the door, bent over the couch, in front of the fire, but he was still recovering from an injury. And while it was vastly improved, it wasn’t perfect yet. A warm bed would be better for him, even if it meant going farther away than I wanted to. And to be fair, every inch was too far.
“Bed. Now,” I explained and dragged him in, looking around for the kittens.
“They’re on the couch,” he said.
His mind had been in the same place mine had. The last thing we needed was to mush the poor cuties. We’d never forgive each other for that.
He climbed onto the bed and then pulled me down with him, our bodies flush against each other. This time, it was me who took over, kissing him, exploring his mouth with mine, and then kissing a path along his jawline, nibbling.
I loved the way he groaned with pleasure as I hit that tender spot right below his ear, and lower, and lower, and lower. I wanted to taste all of him, to leave no inch of his body unexplored.
I licked a path along his collarbone and then nibbled my way back, my eyes locked on where I’d mark him, where I’d make him mine.
“More.” My omega was vocal, telling me what he wanted. So fucking hot.
The more he squirmed, the more I continued my path down to his nipple. As I circled it with my tongue, I wrapped my hand around his hardening cock, giving it a long, slow stroke as I pulled his nipple with my teeth, giving it enough pressure that it was just short of pain.
“Yes,” he cried out, encouraging me. His hips bucked as I brought one nipple to attention and then the other. But when his breathing started to change, I knew he was close. Too close. He was going to come if I continued.
“What do you want, Wyndham? Tell me what you want.”
If he wanted to come, that would have been enough for me. Seeing him come undone from my touch would have been so hot. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to be inside him already, but my mate’s pleasure was and always would be my top priority.
“You,” he gasped, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I went south until my shoulders were near his hips. “I want you inside me.”
“Let’s see if you’re ready for me.” I leaned down and gathered his slick with my tongue, savoring the salty deliciousness of it.
I showed him what I was going to do with my cock, pushing my tongue in and out of his entrance until he bucked his hips. Then I swapped my tongue with my fingers. First one, then another, until it was three of them fucking him.
“Cock. I need your cock, alpha!”
I settled between his thighs, lining myself up with his hole. “Tell me if your ankle hurts at any point.”
“Ankle? I can’t feel anything but your absence.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid inside him. I wanted to go fast, to be forceful, but that would have to wait. He pushed against me, making sure I bottomed out, leaving no room for doubt that he wanted this as badly as I did.
“More,” he begged. “Move. Hard and fast. I need to feel you inside me.”
And so I did, thrusting in and out of him over and over again, faster, harder with each trip. I could deny him nothing. I slammed into him, holding his thighs and hips steady so as not to jostle his injury.
“I’m so close, alpha, so close!” He reached down as if he was going to help himself cross the line, but before he could, his cum shot out across his chest and he began to shake, my name pouring from his lips.
One, two, three more slams, and my knot started to grow as my own release filled him up.
And then he shocked me, reaching up and yanking my shoulders, pulling me down, and his teeth sank into me with no hesitation, as if he were the shifter and he was marking me as his.
I followed suit, my own teeth sinking into his flesh.
“Mine, Ambrose. Mine,” he murmured.
“All yours, Wyndham,” I gasped. “I’m all yours.”
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