Page 3 of A Very Armitage Christmas
I didn’t care. I had him under me, his ass sticking up in the air and his head down in the pillows, and maybe I wouldn’t be tying him up — but he owed me for the candy canes.
Seriously, he’d been such a brat about the goddamn candy canes.
A total brat. With his ass sticking up in the air. My hand tingled.
Too much? Maybe. I couldn’t always tell with Nate, even after a while of paying pretty fucking close attention. And I didn’t want to push him.
“If putting up a few decorations wore you out too much, I can get myself off,” Nate said, muffled a little by the pillow, but his laughter still more than clear enough. “Maybe you should work out more.”
Never mind.
I had his wrists pinned at the small of his back a second later, and yanked down the boxers with my other hand, leaving his ass bare between the hem of the t-shirt and the boxers around his thighs.
I stroked it slowly, savoring the smoothness under my hand. God, it was so fucking hot. And round. And soft. I could eat him out instead, make him scream and hump the mattress and beg me for my knot inside him. I spread him open with my thumb, staring at that perfect pink hole.
All mine. And I knew how good he’d taste. He always did, everywhere.
Four dozen light-up candy canes…
I brought my hand down hard, smacking his left cheek and making it bounce.
“Fuck! Ian, what the fuck —” I spanked the other side, leaving a matching handprint. “Ian, what are you — ohhh,” he moaned, as I moved back to the left for another smack, and then rubbed my thumb over his hole.
He tried to pull his arms out of my grip, but he didn’t have a chance. And he wasn’t trying that hard, anyway. I knew a lot of Nate’s tells by now, and he was struggling for the fun of it.
Mostly. He actually tried to get away for real when I spanked him three more times in quick succession, the impacts echoing in the quiet cabin like gunshots.
If I didn’t move things along, I was going to knot the empty air in a second.Fuck. I’d never actually hurt Nate. But his little cries and his jiggling ass and the way he couldn’t get away from me set something off in the back of my brain, some asshole alpha part of me that usually got its kicks from fistfights.
But when he stopped fighting me, I knew it was time to stop. I smoothed my hand over one cheek and then the other, loving the heat blooming on his skin, lovinghim.
It swelled up in my chest, that feeling, almost to bursting. I’d never loved anything or anyone as much as I loved him. Too much. I loved him too much, more than I could stand. I leaned down and nuzzled between his cheeks, finding the center with the tip of my tongue. Nate lay perfectly still and limp, letting out a broken little moan.
I teased his hole, licking in circles, holding him open with the hand that wasn’t still locked around his wrists. I didn’t need to pin him down anymore, but — I still needed to. I needed to know he wasn’t going anywhere.
When he started rocking his hips, I couldn’t wait anymore. He tasted like heat and mate and sweetness, and I licked my lips as I rose up again, chasing the flavor of him. He’d left the lube sitting on the bed, subtle as always, and I coated my fingers and opened him the rest of the way as quickly as I could. His panting breaths gave me a rhythm to work to. When I found his prostate and rubbed, we both moaned.
Sliding inside him knocked the wind out of me, like it always did. I pulled him onto my cock by my grip on his wrists, his shoulders straining as it lifted his torso off the bed. I could only catch a glimpse of his face, twisted in pleasure and a little pain, his lips reddened and swollen. He’d been biting them, and as I watched, he dug his teeth into his lower lip again.
I let go of his arms, letting him drop down to the bed, and grabbed his hips.
And then I fucked him so hard the mattress slid on the box spring, slamming into the wall over and over again and rattling the dishes in the kitchen cabinet a few feet away.
My whole body felt like a live wire, fizzing and crackling and shooting sparks everywhere. The mate bond hummed between us, letting me feel how much he wanted it. Echoes of my hand striking his ass, twined with the way I’d gone so deep in him he almost couldn’t breathe…and the swell of my knot, starting to push its way into him, stretching him so wide that when I pulled back to thrust again, I could see inside him, hot and wet and open.
I lunged forward and filled him up, and he screamed, loud enough to bring the neighbors running if we’d had any.
I gritted my teeth, trying not to come yet. He was close. I could feel it. Alphasdid notcome before their mates, fuck…and then my knot forced its way inside, and his back bowed as he clenched around me and shook, clawing at the bed.
Coming felt like twisting into a knot myself, starting in my balls and moving up through the base of my cock. I filled him up, coming even harder thinking about how much I’d pumped into his slim little body. Mine. All fucking mine, from the inside out.
I dropped down over him, breathing so hard I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a second.
He still had the shirt on. I needed his skin. I’d gotten better, with lots of practice, at keeping my claws in check while we fucked, but I carefully popped one out of my index finger, slipped it under the collar of the shirt, and sliced it down the middle of his back.
Come to think of it, this probably explained why Nate always borrowed my clothes instead of wearing his own.
Fucking sneaky little bastard.
