Page 73 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

But the movie was already halfway through, and the story was confusing me. “Wait, I thought they were broken up.”

She grumbled under her breath and paused the film. “Theywill bebroken up in the future. The movie is about a guy who is living through every Christmas of his life – past, present, and future – until he learns the true meaning of the holiday and proposes to his girlfriend who he’s been stringing along.”

“Oh, so it’s a stupid version ofA Christmas Carol?”

She raised her eyebrows suspiciously. “You’ve read Dickens?”

“Who? I’m talking about the movie with the Muppets.”

Marlowe sighed deeply and allowed herself a laugh. “Your English teacher must havelovedyou.”

“Jokes on you, I was Mrs. Silvano’s favorite.” I waited a beat before asking, “Sooo, you like this kinda stuff?”

She turned the movie back on. “I know it’s silly, but yes. My mom and I loved watching crappy holiday romances together. It’s my first Christmas without her.”

“Ah shit, babe, I’m sorry.”

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her stomach, settling into me further. “Thanks. This year’s going to be different and hard for a lot of reasons.”

I could relate. The first year after I’d lost my dad, I was a mess.

“Let me know if you have any other holiday traditions, I’m more than happy to participate.”

She squeezed my hand in thanks, and I shut my mouth for good.

I still didn’t really follow, but of course the main character realized he was being a dumbass and saved his relationship and the holiday all in one big romantic gesture at the end.

When the credits started to roll, she paused the TV and turned around to face me. I waited for her to say something, but she remained quiet, her eyes studying mine.

Her expression was thoughtful. Wary. She reached for my cheek, her fingers lightly grazing my beard, and I relaxed and purred in response. The tension evaporated from her small frame.

“Today really sucked, but this is nice.”

I gave her a quick peck on the nose. “I think so, too.”

Her hand wandered down towards my chest, biting her lip and giggling. “This is really nice, too.”

The sweet scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, and my cock obeyed its siren call. “Not as nice as these,” I replied, lowering my head between her breasts and inhaling deeply.

Her laughs gave way to moans, and light touches turned into desperate grabs. Our clothes fell to the floor and we entwined our naked limbs, crashing against each other like waves against the shore.

Everything about her was soft – her skin, lips, hair… Her body was the yin to my yang, and we fit together in perfect harmony.

My mouth traveled down the column of her neck, tasting and savoring every inch of her perfection. “Cam,” she sighed, her head tilting back as her eyelids fluttered shut. She said my name like it was a prayer, but didn’t she know she was the goddess here?

Our first time together had been hot and heavy, but today, I wanted to properly worship my little omega and show her how good I could take care of her.

“You’re so perfect,” I breathed. My lips traveled further, encircling her pink nipple. I drew the peak out with my tongue, licking and sucking until she squirmed beneath me. Then I moved onto the next one.

After her other nipple received the same treatment, I headed further south. Her legs parted for me without hesitation, and I nestled myself between them, running my hands up her delicious thighs while teasing her clit with light licks. One of her hands went above to grab onto the headboard, while the other landed on my head, her fingernails scratching my scalp with just the right amount of pressure.

My tongue dived straight into her pussy and she gasped, her back arching as I ran it back up to her clit, circling with greater pressure. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled, her honeyed slick coating my beard as I lapped her into a frenzy. Every one of her pleasured whimpers caused my cock to twitch with the need to be inside her, but I wanted to feel her come on my face first.

I drew her clit gently between my teeth, flicking it with my tongue while her orgasm built. My fingers slid into her wet pussy, brushing up against her G-spot and pushing her over the edge. Her fingernails dug in deeper as she cried out, her muscles shaking as her breathy panting began to slow.

My cock was done waiting, and I flipped her on her side, spooning her from the back while I pulled her thigh up in the air. I pushed myself in slowly from behind, watching her face as she adjusted around me.

It felt like she was made for me, and it took no time at all before I could push all the way to my knot, thrusting slowly and deliberately, feeling every soft inch of her while she felt every hard inch of me.

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