Page 73 of Bonded By Christmas
Except…
Neither option was what I was trying for.
Not in the least.
I was trying to line the edge of the roof in a puff of frosting, but mine keeps melting, while theirs does not.
Grim frowns, tilting his head.
I can feel him poking around in the bond, and he nods at Wilder, who sits next to me on one side of the table in the breakfast nook. Callum is across from me and Grim is next to him.
Wilder drops the bag of gummy candies he was decorating his door with and turns toward me. The backs of his fingers brush my cheek, and he quickly pulls my hair up, teasing over the skin of my neck. “You’re feverish. I shouldn’t have pushed to do this tonight.”
“No, no way.” I shake my head, twisting toward him.
Callum has his phone out, taking pictures, and I think he can sense my confusion. “Just taking pictures to document our first Christmas together.”
That wasn’t entirely truthful based on the bond, but whatever.
I roll my eyes and focus on Wilder. “I loved decorating the tree. This is great too. I just think maybe my gingerbread didn’t cool all the way. I can’t figure out why else my frosting would be melting, but don’t apologize.”
“All the gingerbread was cooked at the same time,” Wilder says softly. “You must be heating the frosting with your body temp.”
“No, dammit,” I grumble, rubbing at my eyes. They do burn, now that I think about it. “This heat is not allowed to ruin our first real Christmas.”
“Aww, beautiful,” Wilder coos. “Even if we have to celebrate a different day, I promise, you’ll get to enjoy the Christmas magic.”
On one hand, I’m a little disappointed. You only get one of each first holiday together, but I’m also really excited to finally present. No more considering myself a broken omega.
The guys try to coax me upstairs to the nest, but I napped with Grim. I’m not tired, and I really want to watch a movie before bed. They finally give in under the condition that I promise to let them know if I get crampy.
I’m warm, but not boiling, as the movie plays in the background and the fire crackles in the fireplace. It’s peaceful, but with Callum curled around my body, it’s hard to focus on anything.
I’m not in a wave of heat yet, though with a few tender touches, I could see myself getting there fast.
Callum holds his top half up on one elbow, but he uses that hand to pull my hair back from my face.
“You were sucking on Grim’s fingers earlier. Can I get in on that action?” He grinds against my ass. “Look, I’ll even make it easier for you. Lift your head for just a second.”
I blink at the TV as I process his words but follow his instruction. He works his arm under my head and pulls his hand back toward my face. I’m not sure that position can be comfortable for him, but he’s an adult. He’ll speak up or ask me to move if it gets that bad, and I do have quite the oral fixation. It was very calming to fall asleep sucking on Grim’s fingers that tasted like me.
Pulling my hand from under the throw blanket, I guide his fingers to my mouth. Callum rewards me by sliding his free hand under my pajama bottoms. He doesn’t even dip lower toward my sex, but I’m content with the way his hand splays on my abdomen.
“You make me so fucking happy,” Callum coos close to my ear. He tugs my ass back into his cock, showing me exactly how hard he’s becoming. “The most perfect omega I ever could have dreamed up, and you’re all fucking mine.”
My heart rate picks up, but I can’t talk with his fingers resting on my tongue, so I nod to let him know how much he means to me.
If I had asked the universe for my perfect pack, I would have asked for all the wrong things. Somehow I got exactly who and what I needed to be happy, and I still don’t understand how they fell into my lap.
I was just stubborn enough to stick it out through the entire cheesy Christmas movie, and the guys were thoughtful enough not to complain.
Cal did get a little frisky during the last thirty minutes, shoving his cock inside me while telling me to keep quiet. His slow grinding thrusts led to an earth-shattering orgasm that gave away what we were up to, no matter how hard he tried to muffle my begging moans with his fingers.
Not that Grim didn’t know. He picked it up in the bond pretty quickly. Keeping eye contact with him while Cal rocked my world was strangely erotic.
The fact Callum pulled out of me, kissed my temple, and tugged up my pajama pants without a word still turns me on for some weird reason. Almost like he used me to get himself off, but in a not gross way because I enjoyed the hell out of it too.
I’m lost in thought about why that was so sexy as the four of us make our way to the nest.
