Page 64 of The Alien Reindeer's Bounty
His hand rested against her stomach. “I missed you.”
“You saw me a few hours ago.” They had spaghetti, sat at the table and everything, before sending Ruby to bed. Shortly thereafter, he kissed her goodnight. The entire evening had been frustratingly chaste. She probably wouldn’t have invited him upstairs to her bedroom—thin walls and a sleeping child—but kissing and cuddling on the couch remained an option.
“You should be in my bed.” He ground his hips against her, pressing evidence of his intentions.
Or he could sneak in through a window. That worked too.
Something sharp jabbed her shoulder.
“Ow! What is that.”
“Apologies. My antlers.”
Odessa rolled over, the fabric of her nightgown twisting up her legs. Mads sported a full rack. “Is that a hat rack on your head or are you happy to see me?”
He grabbed her by the waist and rolled onto his back. “Very happy.” He bucked his hips up, grinding against her panties. “You are wearing too many clothes.”
She hadn’t slept nude in years, in case Ruby crawled into bed after she had bad dreams but explaining that seemed incredibly unsexy. Also, time-consuming. They had thirty minutes before the alarm went off. “Stay there.”
She jumped off the bed, the bedsprings squeaking, and wiggled out of her panties. “We have to be quiet,” she said, resuming her position.
“Still too many clothes. I want to see you.” He lifted the nightgown and pulled it off quickly.
She lined up his cock at her entrance and carefully sank down, biting her lower lip. He stretched her in a welcome burn and filled her. This was the best way to start the day.
The bed squeaked as she moved, at first cautiously, then with a steady pace. Ruby had trouble falling asleep but once she did, she was dead to the world. At first, Odessa gripped the headboard but that made the rattle and thump worse. She planted her hands on the pillow, but Mads’ antler took up too much room. Finally, she gripped him at the base of his horns. Immediately, he bucked up, like she touched a live wire.
“You like that?” Her breath came out in ragged pants.
“Don’t stop.”
She couldn’t. Her body hungered for his. She had always missed him but now it took on a fevered intensity, a desperate yearning to be closer even as she had him within her. They had been apart for too long. She had been starved.
He whispered for her to be quiet, to stifle her moans, but the moans came. Roughly, Mads pulled her down and crushed their mouths together. He kissed with an unrefined, wild fervor that set her aflame. She moaned and gasped and he took everything she offered.
He flipped her onto her back and pistoned his hips, losing the rhythm as he lost himself. Rapidly, his eyes changed from brown to blue and back again. He hit a sensitive spot and her body tensed, her breath caught as her back arched off the mattress.
She came in a fierce rush, legs clamped around him tight and squeezing. He followed, growling his release, flooding her with the hot seed her body craved, and the base of his cock swelled, locking them together.
The pleasure of the swelling faded from an overwhelming rush of sensation to a soft bliss. The warmth spread and she relaxed, drifting away in a haze. It was like that first rush of nicotine—back when she smoked—that eased the tension and let her clear her head. No stress. No worries. Just them, their bodies joined but their spirits forever entwined.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Gently he rubbed circles on her, whispering soft words in a language she did not understand.
“What you do to me,” she said with wonder. Sex had never felt like that. No one had ever made her feel so intensely or feel so treasured.
“That is the mate bond. Our bodies are attuned to one another,” he said, like mind-blowing sex with the person you loved was a given and not something people struggled to find.
“No, I think it’s just you.”
After the swelling in his knot went down, Odessa went into the bathroom to clean herself up. Morning nookie was great but the buckets of cum made a mess. It dripped down her thighs, leaving her sticky and slick. She didn’t have a comparison as he was the first person to come in her without a condom, but the amount of sperm Mads produced seemed excessive.
Mads dressed. “I have to go away for a few days for work.”
“Will you be back for Christmas?”
“With luck.” He reached under the bed and lifted a present wrapped in a familiar candy cane-printed paper. “For you.”
“Did you raid my wrapping paper stash to wrap my present?” Ludicrous.
