Page 21 of A Very Armitage Christmas
I grabbed his hand and we fled into the woods, giggling like kids and dodging behind a tree where I was pretty sure Arik couldn’t see us to fling some kind of nasty magic at us.
Nate slumped against the tree, holding his sides and shaking with laughter. “Oh my gods, he’s so going to kill us,” he choked out. “So worth it. So, so fucking worth it. Did you see hisface?”
“That’s all I want for Christmas right there,” I said. “Probably a good thing, since we can’t afford anything else.”
A guilty look crossed Nate’s face, and he sobered up from his laughing fit. “I spent my whole Christmas budget on decorations and groceries, so I guess… But on the other hand,” he said, brightening up again, “if that makes you happy, then I did get you a present. And you told me to return the inflatable Santa. Ha!”
I ignored that. “What, no socks?”
Nate scoffed. “Of course I enchanted more of your socks. Who do you think you’re mated to? Now you have a pair that repels fleas. Since, you know, you’re furry a lot of the —”
I dived in and dug my fingers into his ribs, and he cut off with a squeak and tried to flail away. He failed, obviously, but after a second I stopped and let him get a breath.
“I don’t wear socks when I shift, Nate.”
His eyes gleamed, and his smile widened mischievously. “You could always start. I mean, I know you don’t have opposable thumbs, but I could put socks on your paws for you if you — oh shit, please, stop —”
I tickled him until he was red-faced and helpless that time. Socks? On a werewolf?Flea-repelling fucking socks? I poked his armpit again, just because.
“Anything else to say, Nate?”
He glared at me, his eyes watering, panting for breath. “Go fuck yourself?”
I kissed him instead, kissed him until I couldn’t even remember why we’d been arguing. “God, I want to fuck you,” I panted against his mouth. “But I’m so filthy right now. I shouldn’t even be touching you until I clean up.”
“We can take a shower together. But you can’t knot me here. We’re too close to the pack house, and I don’t want to have to stand here leaning on this tree for twenty minutes.”
Well, there was an easy compromise at hand. I’d knot him at home later on, after we’d done whatever family crap my mom insisted on, and in the meantime…I dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans.
“You’re going to have to stay quiet, though,” I said, looking up at him. “We’re still close to the pack house. And my dad wanders around while he’s smoking.”
Nate nodded, his eyes wide. “Yeah. I can do that. Ifyoudothat.”
I pulled out his cock, giving it a long stroke from base to tip. He hardened in my hand despite how cold it was out here now that the sun had gone down. “What, this?” I teased. I leaned in and flicked the head with my tongue. “This? Or am I getting it wrong?”
Nate bucked and shuddered, and his hands landed in my hair, clenching and pushing me toward his cock. “You have to actually do it to have any chance of doing it wrong,” he growled.
I laughed, took the hint, and swallowed him down.
He moaned so loud it could’ve woken up the zombies again.
I pulled off. “What was that about you being able to stay quiet?”
“The air’s so fucking cold, put your mouth back — yes, I can stay quiet, of course I — no, I probably can’t stay quiet,” he gasped as I suckled on the head of his cock.
I reached up and found his mouth, thrusting three fingers into it and gripping his jaw with my thumb. “Mmm,” Nate moaned around my hand, and…oh, fuck, that zinged straight down my arm and along my spine and right into my cock. He teased his tongue between my fingers, and I groaned around my mouthful, sucking him down so deep and hard I nearly choked.
I fucked his mouth with my hand while I fucked my own mouth onto his cock, grabbing his ass with my free hand and groping my fingers into the crease of it. The little noises he made around my fingers drove me insane, whimpers and murmurs and moans, and he thrust into my mouth and then pushed his ass into my hand, writhing between me and the tree. He throbbed against my tongue, and I sucked as hard as I could, pulling the head of his cock into my mouth and swallowing every drop as he came in burst after burst, hot and salty andmine.
At last I slid my fingers out of his mouth, letting his cock gently out of mine at the same time. “Oh, fuck,” Nate murmured. “That — I don’t need another Christmas present either. That works.”
I started tucking him back into his jeans, and I froze with my hand on his zipper as I heard the back door of the house open, and then voices.
“Do you want me to —”
“Shh,” I hissed. “Someone’s outside. If we can hear them, they can hear us.”
“Stupid supernatural hearing,” Nate grumbled in a near-whisper. “I’m really starting to understand why you live in the Shack of Solitude. Even though it’s probably more termites than wood at this point. At least termites don’t eavesdrop when we’re having sex. I hope.”
