Page 36 of Heat Haven Holidays

“Show me how messy you are, little star.” She spreads her legs. She’s dripping wet. Slick pooling at her cunt. “Touch my pussy, show me how good you listen,” I say and she whimpers, gliding her hand down her chest as she circles her clit. The suction of her cunt sucking in her fingers has my hand on my cock. “That’s it. Such a good little slut for your Alpha. Look how needy your pussy is,” I say, making her whine and fuck herself harder.

I remove her hand, falling down on my haunches as I swipe at her dripping core with voracity. She tastes so fucking good, it will never get old. Honestly, she somehow tastes sweeter than usual. I fucking love it. I want her to come quick and fast. I want to pull so many orgasms out of her tonight that she doesn’t have a single care in the world. My tongue explores every inch of her until I land on her clit. Sucking, flicking, and circling the small bud until her back arches and her hands are fisted in my hair. I add two fingers into her pussy, curling them upward as I suck on her like my life depends on it. Cami moans, tugging on my hair and thrusting her hips.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes!” she yells. Slick is covering my chin as her thighs shake and go slack around my face. I don’t wipe my face as I crawl up her body and bring her mouth to mine. Showing her how fucking good she tastes. Nothing is hotter than how hard she kisses me when her cum is on my tongue and face.

Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my ass as she grips around my shoulders. “Please, Smith, please. I need your knot so fucking bad,” she begs. I grin as I kiss her again, making her wait just a little longer. Once she starts making a keening noise in the back of her throat, I give her what she wants.

“So fucking needy, aren’t you, baby?”

“So fucking needy. Now give me what I want,” she says.

“My little slut waits till I decide to give her my cock,” I tell her sternly. She grinds her pussy up, trying to force my hand and I wait.

“Please, Alpha, please,” she begs.

“Since you asked so sweetly, I’ll fill this precious cunt up, just the way you like.” Knowing how wet she is. I thrust into her hard and fast, filling her with my knot on the first go. I’ve been edging myself for what feels like the last hour. I need her as much as she needs me. “This pussy is fucking perfect,” I tell her. My forearms wrapped under her arms and my hands grab at her shoulders. I rut into her like I can’t get enough. The only goal is to make her come around my cock and fill her with my cum.

“Is this what you needed, baby? You needed to be full? You want me to come in this pussy?” She nods her head frantically and I feel her clenching around my dick. “That’s it. Come on your Alpha’s cock.” I lean forward, sucking a nipple in my mouth. I suck hard once and she convulses around me. I can feel slick dripping around my shaft. Her nipples are sensitive, but I’ve never set her off that quick before. Being able to do that to her makes me groan. Her tight cunt grips me so hard I almost black out. The spasming doesn’t stop as my knot reaches its full size, and I groan into the crook of her neck, filling her up with my release.

We’re both a shaking, heavy breathing mess as we lie there. I use my arms to keep as much weight off of her as possible. “Fuck.” I groan, resting my head against her throat and taking in her sweet strawberry scent.

She sighs happily. “Yeah, that was what I needed,” she says. I smile against her collarbone.

“Mmm, you tasted different,” I say casually.

“Different how?” she asks.

“Somehow sweeter, fucking delicious,” I say and she hums, her fingers playing with my hair. “After my knot goes down, let’s shower and we can sleep in so late it’s lunchtime before we get up for Christmas.

She doesn’t speak, just keeps petting my hair, which I take as a sign of a good idea.

Cami

Smithislightlysnoring,his arm wrapped around my waist as I think. I’m surprised he doesn’t wake up with how loud my thoughts are.

My last heat was in October, but I’ve been getting the shot… I had an IUD, but my cramps were getting impossible, so we took it out. I think back, my schedule has been crazy. The shot lasts three months. I should have gotten it in… October.

Holy fucking shit.

The nausea, being over emotional, needing to be around Smith as much as possible. Let’s not mention he just said that I taste different. I mean, I know I jokingly grabbed the test at the pharmacy. I thought my stomach hurts and I couldn’t remember my last period so let me grab one.

But now that I’m lying here really thinking about it. Have I been that busy and that fucking blind I wasn’t even paying attention to my body?

Guilt crashes through me, I drank just the other day, I’ve been running myself ragged. This is how I’m going to start motherhood?

A sob escapes me. It’s not that I’m sad about the idea of being pregnant. I honestly don’t know how I feel. It wasn’t planned, obviously. Smith and I both agreed we wanted to have children. The when was to be determined. All the expectations of my career come flashing through my mind. All of my obligations and how I can make a child a priority in that life. How I can even be the fraction of the mom who raised me.

I sniffle loudly, making Smith groan and turn his face to me. His eyes blink groggily at the sudden invasion of his good night’s sleep. It makes me cry even harder. How is he going to react?

“Baby, what is it?” he asks. I sniffle and bury myself deeper into the blankets.

“I… I… I think that I’m pregnant,” I say quietly.

“What?” he asks. His tone is gentle and his calloused fingertips rubbing against any exposed skin is calming me.

“The car sickness, I haven’t gotten my period, you said I taste different,” I say.

“Okay, do you know when your period was due?”

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