Page 43 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
Likely still are doing.
There’s a faint wrapping on my door before it slowly opens, revealing a gloriously naked Izzy. Every curve bathed in the shadows of my room, back-lit by the lights beyond.
I groan, my cock aching, my fingers itching to touch her soft skin.
She calls my name.
“Yeah, love?” I manage to get out as though it pains me to speak.
“I need you, Asher,” she breathes.
I want to believe this is true, but if she’s in a haze like the other night at the lounge, I can’t trust her to know what she really wants. Even if I’m aware of our connection. Even if I would rather die than hurt her.
“Bloody hell,” I nearly wheeze. “You should go back to bed, love. We can talk in the morning.”
She comes further into the room, letting the door close behind her. The bit of moonlight shining through the blinds lets me see her tilt her head upward at the flashing blue light above us, the neutralizer hard at work there.
“You’re my Alpha.” She says it with a serene calm. “And Will is, too.”
My breath catches in my lungs. So he has told her. I wonder what else they talked about while I was gone all night.
“I hurt, Asher.”
I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. “What about Will?” I rasp.
“He’s fast asleep now. Will took such good care of me, but I need more, and I think I wore him out.” There’s a sly smile to her tone, and all I want is to get up, grab her, and fuck her where she stands, show her how much stamina I have for her.
“Will you help me?”
I blink at her shadowy form. “What do you want me to do, love?”
She’s at my bedside in a flash, laying her hand on my chest before bending at the waist and pressing her lips to mine. With a groan, I grip her hair at the back of her head and open my mouth, accepting her probing tongue and swirling it with mine, suckling it and her soft lips until she moans and whines into my mouth.
Before I know what’s happened, she’s torn the covers from my body and pulls away from our kiss to look at me in the silvery light from the window.
She hums with what I think is approval, then says, “The sexy Brit is already ready for me.”
My laugh is pained, this want, this desire for Izzy so strong my skin aches. “‘Sexy Brit,’ eh?”
Her hum is an affirmative response this time before she takes my hand and slides it from her thigh to her hip, slow and smooth. Once my palm rests there, I give a little massage, watch the light bounce off the sweet slick dripping down her inner thighs.
That I can’t scent her is maddening, and my gaze shoots to the neutralizer above our heads. With a growl I can’t contain, I leap from the bed, grasp the device and fling it across the room where I hear a satisfying shatter.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until my body forces me to inhale, and I do so, deeply. The lemon blossom perfumerolling off Izzy in waves makes my knees weak, and I use all my strength not to fall to the floor.
If I can get through this night without falling into a rut, it will be a miracle.
A little whine from Izzy is all my control can take before I pounce, leaping over and hooking my forearms under her thighs to lift her, plundering her mouth when she squeals in surprise and wraps her arms around my shoulders. I move her to the nearest wall and press her back to it, spreading those smooth, wet thighs as wide as possible before sliding my cock into her warm, sopping heat, pulling away from our kiss to roar like an animal.
Deep, to the hilt, inside her tight channel, slick covering my flesh, Izzy crying out in pleasure, I am home.
Nothing ever felt so right. So pure.
This is where I belong.
When I slide from her body, the cool air against the wetness on my cock drives me to slam back inside, seeking warmth, comfort, again and again. My hips flex, and my whole body moves with the motion, drawing mewls and whines from my Omega, her breathing hitched above my shoulder where she clings to me. Her pussy flexes around me with each glide in and out of her hot sheath, until it squeezes so hard I growl, hissing as she screams with bliss, slick pouring from her channel.
I may slow my assault, but I am not done with Izzy, just as she is not finished being pleasured.
