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My jaw ached. I touched my cheek to make sure I hadn't sprouted fur and grown a snout.
"Mate. Mark. Claim,"my beast said.Nope. We were not having this conversation right now, not while I was still having the best sex of my life.
I tapped Silver's legs, and they flopped onto the bed on either side of me. Carefully, I slid up onto my knees, lifting him so he stayed in place on my knot as I adjusted beneath him.
"Where are you going?" His voice sounded small and rough after all the growling.
"I promised you a third orgasm," I reminded him. "I'm true to my word."
CHAPTER 3
SILVER
Sex with Hartwas even better than I'd dreamed, though I worried I'd messed everything up. My beast was too close to the surface after he'd teased me with his tongue, and he took over, holding Hart in place and riding his cock from beneath him.
When he pulled away while we were still knotted together, I thought he was trying to leave. His cock was big for a reindeer shifter, but I'd been with a couple alpha dragons back home, and he had nothing on their length and girth. If he wanted to pull out, knot and all, he couldn't hurt me.
Instead, he blew my mind. He wanted me to come again? I'd already come twice tonight. My cock tingled with oversensitivity from the air currents in the room. Still, this was Hart. If he wanted me to dress as a giant cookie with a hole cut out for my ass, I would.
Yes, that was something one of his cousins had offered as a Halloween costume I should consider. They'd overheard me and Gold talking about the party and volunteered their own ideas, each of them worse than the last.
Hart was true to his word. He hadn't steered me wrong yet. I loved the thrill of being with him, if only for tonight. Even if Ifound out his cousins had put him up to this, it would still be the best night of my life.
He rolled his hips, and his knot burrowed deeper inside me. The pressure against my prostate was exquisite. I wiggled my hips, and he slid further inside, increasing that pressure until I swore my cock would burst. I reached for it, but Hart batted my hand away.
"Here." He rubbed his fingers around my slick entrance, gathering up the excess that had pooled before he'd buried his knot inside me. "Let me."
I nodded, and he wrapped his slick-covered fingers around my base. He slid them up the shaft, and I arched my back into the touch, trying to shove my dick into his hand while also shoving his knot further inside me.
"You're so sexy like this, laid out on my knot." He gazed down at me with half-lidded eyes as he continued his slow and steady thrusts, moving his hand in time with his hips.
I was already so close to coming. I growled as my release neared, the sensations rushing along my spine like an out-of-control train.
"That's it," Hart said. "I can feel you around my knot. So tight. Come for me, Silver."
My spine bowed of its own accord, and my cock tried valiantly to shoot for the stars, though the closest it came was just below my left nipple. Each shot was molten pleasure until I was spent.
I collapsed against the bed, and Hart followed me down, his mouth claiming mine, his sweat mingling with my cum. He pulled my tongue into his mouth, and his knot seemed to spread even more. He hummed around my tongue, sending delightful shivers down my spine.
Too soon, his knot shrank, and his cock slipped from me. He buried his head in my pillow beside my neck to hide a yawn.
"You can stay the night, if you want," I whispered.
"Can't." He sighed and lifted himself up on his elbows. "I have practice at dawn."
I nodded. "I have to pull the day's cinnamon rolls out of the freezer at three."
He blinked at me. "When?"
I rolled my neck to look at the clock. I'd gone down to the party at nine, but it was now almost twelve. "In three hours."
"When do you sleep?"
I tried not to laugh at his incredulous look. "I took a nap tonight because I wanted to go to the party. I'm usually in bed by seven."
He shook his head. "And I thought the Santas had a rigorous schedule. You start every day at three in the morning?"
"Gold and I switch every week. When I open, she closes, and vice versa."
