Page 73 of Christmas With The Kings
Unable to help herself, a small, muffled, mewling sound rent the air. She must have not realized she could speak now that the final cut had been done. When the realization finally dawned, her needy little voice rose.
“Please, Sir. Have I earned it, now?” she whined.
“Not quite yet, you haven’t.” I hummed before once more taking her cut earlobe into my mouth and biting down.
Blood spurted into my mouth, and I drank it down like I was a dying of thirst.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She squirmed and cried out at the savageness I unleashed on her. She was struggling to keep her body still. I let go, and she fell onto her stomach, her hands flew down to her greedy little dripping cunt.
It was then I knew I needed to sink into her pussy or I was going to spend my load like a god damn schoolboy on his first go.
“No you don’t, little whore. Move those hands now,” I barked, panting as lust licked up and down my spine.
A long, mournful sob sounded in my ears as she did as I requested. I cut the tie binding her wrists and gathered her in my arms to soothe her. Her response was to guidemyhand to her pussy. I chuckled and brought my hand down.
SMACK.
She jolted, tears leaked down her face, and her mascara was long ruined. She was never more stunning in my eyes than she was right then. Feral, wild and completely gone. My blade glinted in the moonlight, and I reached for it.
The weight of it felt familiar and balanced in my hand. It grounded me in the best way, calming me from my euphoric high from a second ago. I tapped her on the nose with the handle of my blade to get her attention.
Once I had it, I flipped the blade in the air. The steel glinted in the faint light. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped as I caught it cleanly by the handle. The motion was automatic, and as smooth as breathing for me.
Her lashes fluttered as she blinked up at me, lips still parted, breath shallow. Then I saw it. Her throat working as she swallowed. That single motion hit harder than it should have.
My control slipped, stripping the last bit of restraint I had left. Without breaking eye contact, I drove my blade straight down into the center of the jacket. It cut through the fabric and into the cold, damp earth with a dull, satisfying thud.
The handle stood upright, and steady. I gave it a sharp tug to test it. The jacket shifted beneath my hand, but the knife held firm. Not a sharp edge in sight. It was solid. Exactly how I wanted it. Her eyes flew to it.
I reached into the backpack resting near the jacket and rummaged through it until my fingers brushed over smooth foil. Perfect. I drew the packet out, held it up between two fingers, and let the corner catch the dim light filtering through the trees.
“You know I’m not fond of using condoms, but we’re gonna need one.”
She tilted her head in the cutest way. “Why,” she choked out the simple word.
“Open it,” I said, my voice low but unyielding.
Her head jerked up, eyes wide beneath the fall of her hair. For a heartbeat, she didn’t move. With her breath stuttering in her throat, she reached out with trembling fingers. The sharp tear of foil split the silence, that tiny sound louder than the wind.
My chest rose with a deep breath. Every instinct screamed to give in, but I held myself still. This was about more than want. This was about the quiet, reverent ache that came from knowing she’d follow wherever I led.
“Put it on my—”
Her eyes flew down to my cock, then she looked up. Jesus, her pupils were blown wide, and before I could finish the command, she lunged for me.
It wasn’t her normal graceful. Not even close. A tangle of limbs, hair, and unrestrained want. She nearly knocked me backward, and the sound that left my chest was half laugh, half groan.
“Easy, Mrs. Claus,” I said, steadying her shoulders as she tried to claw my pants off. “You’re climbing the wrong damn tree.”
She froze for half a second, eyes wide, and then let out a sound that was something between a growl and a howl—pure frustration, feral and unfiltered. It rolled through the clearing like a challenge, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
Her chin jutted up, eyes flashing with the kind of defiance that made my pulse kick. “This game sucks,” she snapped.
In a flash, I had my fingers wrapped in the thick strands of her hair. Our faces were now millimeters apart. “Watch yourself,” I hissed.
She tried to jerk free. “No.Youwatch yourself. I just want to be fucked. Is that too much to ask? Where is the Reaper or the Crow. They would have fucked me three times by now. They would never—”
