Page 32 of Heat Haven Holidays

She cups my balls with one hand and the other grips my thigh tightly as she works her throat around my cock. Humming her approval. She knows how I like it.

I have a delicate hand on the back of her head as I watch her with all-consuming desire. Watching how this powerful woman chose me, continues to choose me, and shows me how much we mean together. We’ve needed this reconnection, this moment of the world slowing down and focusing on just us. How carnal our desires are and how heavy our love is for each other.

She does that thing I love where she moves her tongue as she deep throats me and I lose it. Spilling myself into her mouth with a loud groan. She swallows proudly, her lips popping off the tip of my dick. A beaming smile takes over her face as I reach out my hand to help her stand up.

“Now I’m ready to go home,” she says. Planting a wet, messy kiss on my lips.

It seems like Christmas is turning out to be pretty magical, after all.

Cami

ItextAbbytoget everything set up. I didn’t want to drive there on Christmas Eve, but it’s clear that it’s something that Smith and I both need. I’ve always craved Smith, needed him to a near compulsive level, but lately it’s catastrophic. I find myself crying in the bathroom because I miss his scent, him being grumbly to someone, or feeding me food.

I’m not sure when it started getting this bad. I know I’ve been working hard lately. There are a lot of obligations around the holidays. But right now I need uninterrupted time with my Alpha.

This distance because of my work has got to stop. I’ve got to stop and put what’s most important to me first, and that’s Smith. It’s us. We’re each other’s everything and it might seem unhealthy to most, but they don’t get it. People don’t scoff at pack life, usually because time is divided up between the Omega and Alphas. But for Smith and me, our devotion is strictly to each other and neither of us can seem to get enough of one another. Not even two years later.

I’ve got to make it right. When I saw his location on his phone and he was going to the bar by himself, I knew I needed to act. And I’m glad I did. The role play was fun. But seeing him smile at me, telling me how much he needs me, that was everything.

I can already feel my nerves calming, knowing that we’re going to be okay.

Smith keeps his body wrapped around mine as we wait outside in the snow, waiting for our driver to come pick us up. Once the range is in front of us, I slide into the back seat and Smith follows.

Abby texts me back, saying she had to book it from tonight till New Year’s and I smile and show Smith the text.

“Perfect, let’s go home, pack and leave in the morning,” he says, leaning over and kissing me lightly. I can still taste both of us on his tongue, and it makes me want to straddle him right here and now.

I hold back, saving that for our trip. It’s late, and I’m going to have plenty of time to seduce my Alpha on this trip. I can’t fucking wait.

Ugh, I moan in the passenger seat. Smith drove us, making sure that our team had off for the holidays.

“Baby, you okay, you want to pull over?” he asks, his one hand massaging my neck as the other drives the car. The Poconos aren’t even that far away, maybe only two hours tops, and we’re only about halfway there.

“Maybe we could stop and get some Pepto? Or maybe I need to eat something,” I say.

He nods his head. I can see the concern on his face. I don’t normally get carsick, but something I ate, maybe the tequila last night, is upsetting my stomach to an unnatural amount.

It’s Christmas Eve, so most of our options aren’t available. Smith parks in a town center where there is a diner and a CVS. I sigh with relief.

“CVS first,” I say. Smith nods his head, his hand on my neck massaging, reassuring. It feels nice. Smith follows me through CVS. We started with the medicines. I add Pepto and Tums into the cart. Somehow, we find our way into the candy aisle and I toss a few more things into the basket.

“Let me go grab you a ginger ale,” he says. There’s no one else but the employee in the store, so he runs off to grab the drink. At the endcap of the aisle are pregnancy tests. I try to do the math of when exactly my last period was, but its foggy. Since I’m here, I grab a test and throw it into the basket to self-checkout. I don’t think I’m late, but my cycle has always been a little off. My heat is more predictable than my period. I can at least take a test to ease my mind.

I swipe the test before the other items. Smith’s hand touches my lower back as he adds the ginger ale and we check out.

I take two tums and a swig of Pepto, not really feeling hungry anymore. “I think I can wait to eat. This helped.” He still looks concerned, but nods his head.

“You feel sick again, baby, you tell me. Don’t let yourself suffer. We can stop at any point. I don’t care if we’re an hour away or five minutes away.”

I nod my head and smile as he opens my door for me, and I slip into the warm car. Smith makes sure my seat warmer is on before he pulls out of the parking spot and continues our drive.

The trip there is absolutely stunning. It’s something out of a Christmas movie. Thick pine trees are covered in thick snow, and the small towns we pass are covered in Christmas decorations. This is exactly what Smith and I need.

I do begin to feel nauseous as we travel up the mountain. It’s like the car is going round and round. But I hold it in. We’re almost there and it would be dangerous to pull off on the side of the road now.

Smith gives me worried glances now and then, but says nothing. I’m thankful that he lets it be. As much as I love his attentiveness to me, I just want to get to the cabin and relax.

I sigh in relief as the cabin comes into view. The lake is frozen over, but it looks absolutely breathtaking.

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