1 LARS
I woke slowly, the warmth of the blankets and bodies around me contrasting with the cold bite of the morning air on my face. I kept my eyes closed and breathing slow as I gently caressed the bond. I wasn’t remotely surprised to find that my omega was already awake.
Of course she was.
I pried my eyes open and suppressed a low growl when I realized not only was she awake, she had escaped the nest. I extracted myself from Finn and Easton and pulled away the gauzy curtains surrounding the nest. The floor was littered with red scraps of lace—evidence of our omega’s Christmas Eve present to us. Seeing the shredded lingerie almost filled me with regret that I wouldn’t get to see it on my omega again. Almost. The satisfaction of tearing it off her skin with my teeth left little room for regret.
I shoved my feet through a pair of sweatpants and pulled on my sweatshirt, ready to go hunting. The Christmas tree in the living room was already lit, the base covered with a mountain of presents. I spotted a couple of new presents—probably snuck onto the pile by our omega this morning. I shook my head. We’d told her she didn’t need to get us presents, but she had been determined.
I opened the front door, clenching my jaw at the cold burst of air that greeted me. A growl rumbled through my chest at the idea of Olive being out in this cold, but there was no keeping her from the beach. That was where I found her—mercifully, not in the water. She had reluctantly agreed to suspend her morning swims until spring, but she was still drawn to the beach most mornings to watch the sunrise.
She was sitting on the large flat rock, face upturned and eyes closed, her hair messy and her body swallowed by one of my sweaters. I paused for a moment to take in the way the pale pink light kissed her skin, my heart stuttering at how fucking beautiful she was. Her eyes remained closed, but a pulse of happiness in the bond told me she knew I was here. She held her hand out and I joined her on the rock, pulling her onto my lap. She fit perfectly against me, all soft and cuddly and smelling like fucking sugar.
“Merry Christmas.” Her lips brushed against my skin with her greeting, and I tightened my hold on her.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
My heart swelled with more love and gratitude than my body could hold as Olive watched the sunrise, and I watched her.
We sat in the stillness, the world waking around us, until Olive shivered. I clutched her to my chest and stood, and she let out a little whine, clearly not wanting to come inside even though her teeth were chattering.
I chuckled, kissing her cheek and making sure to rub my beard against her soft skin. She laughed as she pushed me away. “Stop that. I want to stay out here longer.”
I hummed. “Well, a very naughty omega came out here without her winter gear on.” I met her adorable pout with a stern expression. “Now, be a good girl and help me with breakfast.”
She gave a little irritated huff, but her arms tightened around me.
Once we got inside, I fed more logs into the wood stove before starting breakfast—eggs and bacon to go with the lussebullar my moms sent us home with last night. Olive turned on soft Christmas music and stayed close to me as I cooked, our bodies brushing against each other in the cozy space. That is, until I straightened up from getting eggs out of the fridge and found that she’d snuck away and was crouched next to the Christmas presents. I grinned. She had been pretending to be nonchalant about the presents, but her omega was obviously impatient to tear them all open.
I silently crept up behind her, reaching out to snag her by the waist. She let out a startled squeak as I pulled her flush with my chest.
“Is my girl being naughty and trying to get a sneak peek at her Christmas gifts?”
She shook her head. “I would never.” Her voice was indignant as she rubbed her lush ass against my cock. I groaned, pressing my face into her hair to breathe in her perfume.
“Uh huh. So why is part of the wrapping paper peeled back on that box?”
“I was over here to fix it,” Olive said quickly.
I snorted. She was such a shit liar. But a slow grin spread across my face as I recognized the box she’d been trying to open.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt for you to open one gift now,” I said.
A spark of surprise flashed in the bond, followed quickly by suspicion. I tightened my hold on her. “Open it.”
“Umm, maybe it’s better to just wait,” she said, clearly not trusting my motives.
A chuckle vibrated through my chest. “Open it now, kitten.” I infused my voice with a bark, and she let out a little whimper as she leaned forward to grab the box, her ass pressing harder against me as she did. I knew she was fucking drenched for me right now, and it took everything in me to stop myself from slipping my hand beneath her little panties and gathering up all her sweetness.
Olive gasped as she unwrapped the present. It was a set of training butt plugs to help her take our knots in her ass when she wasn’t in heat.
“I think this is the perfect time to get started.” I snagged the package out of her hand and ripped it open.
“No, I really don’t think this is the right time.” Olive’s voice was high-pitched as she fought me, trying to squirm out of my hold as she whined. I shifted my hand so I was gripping her pussy. My firm hold kept her pinned to my body and my hand was quickly drenched by her slick. Our omega loved fighting us and making us put her in her place.
I couldn’t fucking get enough.
I squeezed her pussy, drawing a whimper from her lips. “I wouldn’t be a good alpha if I let my kitten get away with being naughty, even if it is Christmas morning. Now, are you going to be a good girl, take off your clothes, and lie down across my lap so I can put this in? Or will I have to tie you up?” I ran my lips down her jaw. “And before you decide, just know that if I have to tie you up, you’ll also be getting a spanking and no orgasms for the entire morning.”
Olive muttered something under her breath I didn’t catch, but I grinned knowing it would have been something snarky.
“I’ll be good,” she said, her lip jutting out in a pout.
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I murmured in her ear.
I pulled us over to the couch and sat down, cocking an eyebrow at her. She let out an aggrieved sigh and got undressed. I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. Who knew it was possible to get undressed in such a bratty way?
She peeled off her panties and stood in front of me, completely bare. My cock hardened at the sight of her. I wanted to cup her breasts in my hands, suck her pretty little nipples into my mouth, feast on her sweet pussy, but I was determined not to get distracted. I arranged her over my lap and quickly opened the package with the butt plugs and bottle of lube before she got any ideas and ran away. But she kept still on my lap, the perfume of her arousal filling the room.
“Look at how pretty you are, presenting your ass for me.” I squeezed her butt cheeks hard and she squirmed, grinding her sweet pussy down on my hard-on. I coated my fingers with lube and pressed one inside her, savoring her low groan.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. Now, deep breath.”
She did what I commanded, and I pressed another finger inside her. Then another, patiently prepping her for the plug.
When I pressed the tip of the plug to her asshole, she squirmed and huffed. “You’re mean.”
“Oh yes, so mean. I must be hallucinating that my sweatpants are getting soaked by your sweet slick dripping onto me.”
I laughed when she pursed her lips without responding. I kept teasing her asshole with the plug until she relaxed enough for me to push it all the way in. She inhaled sharply, her hands clenching into fists.
“You’re okay, kitten.” I ran my hand up and down her back, soothing her as she got used to the sensation. The large flared base peaked out between her cheeks and my cock grew impossibly hard. I kept rubbing her back and butt until she relaxed fully.
Her back arched and she whimpered. “Alpha. I need--”
“I know, kitten. I know.” I ran my fingers through her soaked pussy before pressing two of them inside. Her velvet heat gripped me hard and I clenched my jaw to keep myself from coming. “You feel so fucking good,” I groaned.
“I need more,” Olive practically sobbed. I played with her swollen little clit as her slick drenched my hand, building her pleasure until she came with a cry. I pressed my palm against her pussy as she rode out the waves of pleasure before collapsing over my lap.
I stroked her hair. “Good girl, kitten. Fuck, I love seeing you come.”
She let out contented little sounds as she leaned into my touch.
“I liked that Christmas present,” she murmured.
I chuckled. “You’re so fucking cute.”
She stretched and then moved off my lap until she was kneeling in front of me. Her hands came to my thighs.
“I have a present for you,” she said.
My brain simply ceased functioning as my omega pulled down my sweatpants enough to wrap her hands around my cock. She kept her eyes locked with mine as she took me into her mouth. I could already feel myself on the edge of coming.
I wrapped my fingers in her hair, not to control her movements, just because I had to touch her. “Look at you taking your alpha’s cock. Fuck, kitten, I’m not going to last.”
She seemed to take it as a challenge, redoubling her efforts and taking me deeper. I cursed and my hold on her tightened. I tried to stop myself from coming, not wanting this to end, but her mouth felt too fucking good. My cock hit the back of her throat, and I groaned as I came.
I sat there for a moment, breathing heavily. I felt ready to collapse on the couch and fall back asleep, but I needed to take care of my omega before anything else.
“That was amazing, sweetheart. Thank you.” She smiled as she leaned her head against my thigh, looking perfectly content.
I grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped her in it before pulling her onto my lap. She let out a squeak as the plug moved inside her.
“How long do I have to keep this in?” She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her breathing fast. It wouldn’t take much for her to come again.
“Until your alpha takes it out.” I kissed her forehead and held her close. This, just sitting here, holding her, was everything.
Footsteps sounded in the hall and a fully naked Easton emerged into the living room, his fingers trailing along his bond mark that I’m sure was burning with mine and Olive’s arousal. “So this was the reason I woke with a massive hard on,” he said as he stumbled to the couch, eyes half closed.
“Yes, so different from every other morning,” Olive said dryly.
He growled. “Just for that, you’re going to fix it.” He grabbed our omega around the waist and I reluctantly let her go. He arranged her so her back was to his chest, her legs spread wide around his.
He grunted as he pressed his hand underneath her ass cheeks, pressing against the base of the plug. Olive cried out as she arched back against him.
“Someone got into the Christmas presents early.”
“Our omega couldn’t quite resist,” I said, leaning back against the couch.
“Well, Merry Christmas to me.” Easton grabbed her hips, lifting her so he could slip his cock inside her dripping pussy. She let out a loud cry as he filled her completely, and we both felt her orgasm ricochet through the bond.
Our omega’s eyes were glazed and her cheeks bright red as Easton played with her nipples. “Good girl. Now you’ll keep me warm while Lars makes breakfast for us.”
I snorted. “Oh, I will?”
“You don’t want your omega to go hungry, do you?” Easton asked innocently. “Besides, I’m very busy here.” Olive gasped as Easton’s fingers circled her clit.
“No, wouldn’t want that.” I cupped our omega’s face and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before heading into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Finn stomped down the hallway. “It’s not even eight in the morning,” he grumbled. He made a beeline for Olive, leaning down to kiss her and tell her Merry Christmas. It wasn’t long before she had his cock in her mouth. I rolled my eyes as I finished up breakfast. I’d always had good Christmases, but this one was already my favorite.