CHAPTER ELEVEN - Lyla
The two perfect specimens. I mean, models. Step-in mannequins.
“Kick off your boots, come into the living room, and remove your shirts.” I hurried back into the main room and tossed some tissue aside to scoop up the two big sweaters from the box. The space looked like a tornado of elves had blown through, and my head was spinning with the same mess.
Anything to forget the throbbing between my legs, the crazy need for an Alpha to fill me and lock in his knot.
Jason stepped in first and put down the bags he’d brought. He grinned as he shrugged off his coat. Mm, fuck, he was delicious. Still in uniform, and God, I wanted him to perform CPR on me. “Hi Lyla. What’s going on? Did you lose a fight with a reindeer?”
Ozzi followed at a more cautious pace and didn’t make a move to take off his coat. His gaze swept across the room and settled on me. Oh to stare into those dark dreamy eyes as he rammed himself up inside of me. “Are you all right, Lyla?”
No, not at all. I’d gone insane, especially since I’d just invited two Alphas inside when I was an unclaimed Omega in heat all alone. But I needed models.
An absolutely rational reason.
“I’m good. Fine and dandy.” I chirped and motioned to them. “Coats and shirts off. I need you two to try on some sweaters for me. I’ve been packaging gifts and wrapping. No reindeer were harmed, but I do have a few papercuts.”
Jason hadn’t hesitated. His coat was off and he unbuttoned his shirt.
It stretched across his chest as his muscled arms flexed.
How easily he could pick me up… “We brought you some food to help make you feel better. Maybe we can help you with your wrapping too. It’s like you’ve bought gifts for the whole town. ”
Wrap me up like a bow around you. Did I say that out loud?
I laughed like a maniac and motioned to the pile of gift bags in the farthest corner.
“These are for the girls at Big Sisters. I’ll have to deliver them tomorrow.
And under the tree,” I twirled and struck a pose like a game show model.
Vanna had nothing on me. “The gifts here are for Miss Eloise, Mariska, Emberlee, and myself. I might have gone a little overboard this year, but Mariska’s leaving and Miss Eloise…
” Yeah, I didn’t want to think about the fact I’d almost lost her.
Forcing my smile to stay, I moved on to a stack of boxes.
“These are orders from my customers that I need to mail. Priority overnight. So they’ll be there in time for Christmas.
This last batch is for my family. I’ll have to overnight them too, but I just finished sweaters for my brothers.
I’m not sure if they’ll fit or not, and that’s where you two come in. ”
All perfectly innocent. And holy God, Jason peeled off his uniform to leave him in a skintight undershirt. The hot Alpha had more muscles than the Abdominable Snowman. I could barely stand as my legs became wobbly.
Yet it was Ozzi who came forward. He didn’t hesitate as he slid an arm around me and laid a hand on my forehead.
Concern creased his gorgeous face. “Jason, go get some cold water and a wet cloth. She has a fever.” He gently led me toward the couch.
“Sit down, Lyla. What are you feeling? Coughing? Congestion? Any difficulty breathing?”
Yup. A lot of difficult breathing with him touching me. The spots his hands connected with me were sizzling like the hottest flames. I leaned into him, head on his shoulder, and inhaled deeply.
Black sugar and early myrrh enveloped me. Along with something sweet underneath. A second breath said that surprise was raspberry, and I melted even more.
“Lyla?” Ozzi tenderly brushed my hair back from my face.
I was staring, wasn’t I? I wanted more contact.
I had to have it. As I started to crawl onto his lap, his eyes went wide and he kept me firmly in my spot.
He had muscles just like Jason’s. Defined arms and a solid chest. Did he suntan to get that beautiful bronze color because I wanted to lay naked under the sun with him and do more than just catch some rays.
“Here.” Jason was suddenly on the other side of me. He pressed a cold cloth to the back of my neck and I gasped, grabbing his leg with the sudden chill. His grip on the cloth and me tightened, holding me in place. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
Mmm. Why did that turn me on even more?
“Can you smell her, Oz? Fuck, she’s like the most irresistable of desserts.” Jason’s hand tightened on me to almost painful as he nuzzled the top of my head.
“She’s in heat,” Ozzi responded through clenched teeth. His touch remained soft and reassuring. “Lyla, do you understand what’s happening? Do you have an Alpha that you need—”
Jason snarled. “She has us!”
Sandwiched between them, all this mess of tension, I shuddered as I moaned. Slick soaked my panties as I leaned back on the couch and attempted to pull them with me. If they knotted me, I’d be fine. All fine.
“Fucking hell!” Ozzi pried Jason’s hand off me and pointed to the other side of the couch. “Move back, man. Control yourself and give her some space to speak.”
Jason didn’t move at first. The two of them locked gazes. Hard and intense, chests heaving, and teeth bared. I didn’t want them to fight. That was the last thing I wanted to happen. I wanted something else entirely.
“I know what’s happening.” With every ounce of will I could muster, I pried myself away from them and stood. My legs were still unsteady as I took two steps back. “It came on so fast, and I’ve been trying to take care of it, but…”
“There’s only one way to take care of it. We can help you.” Jason took hold of the arm of the couch, and I could hear the wood in it crunching with the power of his grip. He looked ready to pounce, but he was holding himself back. His jaw was just as tight as he added, “Please let us help you.”
Ozzi’s hands clenched into fists and pressed them into his legs as if he could keep himself on the couch that way.
“Are you willing to let us help?” He swallowed hard.
“To let Jason get you through your heat? If it came on as fast as you said, the symptoms could become severe. This is the type of heat that can get an Omega hospitalized or…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but I could guess what he meant. Death. Being hospitalized was bad enough, especially around Christmas, but dying? I didn’t want to boil from a fever or dehydrate or whatever else could happen. Tears burned the corners of my eyes.
But just Jason? Didn’t Ozzi want me too? I ached for Jason, but I hungered for Ozzi as well.
My tears spilled free. What else could I do? I nodded. I needed this ache to stop and to banish all this craziness in my head and heart.
Jason was fast on his feet and scooped up in his arms to cradle me against his chest. “It’ll be okay, gorgeous. Anything you need, we’re here.”
I slid my arms around his neck. His body was every bit as solid as it looked, and the rough timber of his voice made every inch of my skin tingle.
This wasn’t how I imagined being in heat would be like.
Hell, I’d never imagined it all, because I didn’t want to have that loss of control. My life was my life and… Dammit.
“This is just for my heat.” Set the rules like Mariska had. I wouldn’t become like my mom, a slave to her Alphas. “Just for my heat.”
Jason made a sound in his throat like he was going to bark his disagreement, but Ozzi stood and nodded. “You heard her, Jay. Respect what she wants, and watch yourself. Be gentle with her. Or else I’ll…”
There were a lot of unfinished thoughts in this living room. Yet the end of them were very clear. Ozzi was being protective, but he wasn’t touching me. God, I needed him to touch me too. I whimpered and Jason held me tighter.
“I’m in control.” The confidence in Jason’s tone was stiff and brittle. He carried me out of the room and up the stairs. Hurrying, but not jiggling me around like an excited kid with a new toy. “Which room is yours?”
“Turn left. End of the hall.” I didn’t know if it was anticipation or my heat reaching a new level, but pain like someone had driven a shovel into my gut and twisted it made me cry out. “Oh fuck, it hurts.”
Jason burst into my room and skidded to a stop. He set me on the bed and cupped my face with both hands. I stared into his deep blue eyes, rippling like the ocean, and held on to his shoulders. He drew his thumbs over my cheeks. “I’m here, baby. I’m going to make it all better.”
“Yes.” I wanted nothing else. Tugging at his shirt, I attempted to yank it off him.
He let me slide it off to reveal his godlike body.
How could any man be this perfect? Defined pecs, ridged abs, and a tattoo peeking out of the top of his pants right close to that super sexy line which led to whatever huge thing he was packing. “Right now.”
“Demanding, aren’t you?” Jason chuckled lowly and plucked at my sweater. “Let’s get this off first, hm? Those little gingerbread cookies look cute, but you’re the one I want a taste of.”
Those porno dreams had nothing on this.
My thighs clenched as another heat pang lanced through me. There was no savoring the moment, even if he was so utterly naughty and hot. I whipped off my sweater. While he had an undershirt under his uniform, the only thing I had on under my top was a white sports bra with little Santas on it.
His gaze latched onto my breasts as if he’d just been given the best Christmas present ever. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
Cupping my chin, he drew our heads together and kissed me. One soft brush of our lips and then he mashed his mouth to mine. I whimpered and ran my hands up into his hair. I tugged his thick locks loose from the man bun and wrapped them around my fingers.
Jason pushed up my bra and let my breasts bounce free. My nipples rubbed against his chest and sent zaps of fiery sensation through me. I mewled against his mouth, and he growled again as he groped one of my breasts.
His tongue dominated mine as he pushed me back on the bed. Nothing in me resisted. I’d do whatever he wanted just as long as he kept kissing me like this.
“I want to see all of you.” Jason hooked the top of my leggings and was pulling them off before he even finished the sentence. “Do your panties match your Christmas bra?”
I had no idea what I threw on that morning.
My mind and body had been occupied by other things.
Now the sudden thought that he was the first man to see me with my clothes off and I might not be wearing matching lingerie hit me.
What was worse, I didn’t know if I was wearing a thong or granny panties.
There was nothing I could do, because the leggings were off and Jason licked his lips. Red lace bikini panties. Not my Santa ones, and they were drenched, but at least they weren’t ugly ones.
“Mm, I like these even more.” Jason smirked and traced the outline of it with his fingers. I gasped as his fingers ran so close to my pussy. My hips arched up towards him. “I wanted you the second I saw you. I knew you were the one.”
Touch me again. Oh God! “It hurts so much. Jason, please!”
My panties flew off. I didn’t even feel them rip. Cool air breezed over my soaked crotch, but a second later, his hot breath replaced it. My stomach spun like a Christmas carousel with all the ups and downs.
“Fucking beautiful.” Jason caressed my thighs, gently urging them farther apart. “And you smell… sweet, musky, like a best summer’s day. Have you ever had a guy eat you out?”
I shook my head as my inner muscles clenched. Now. I needed him to take me now.
His grin bloomed and his chest puffed out. “I’m the first. Mine.”
Jason licked up and then back down my slit. I cried out and kicked my legs on either side of him. So sensitive. Never before had my fingers or Rudolph ever made me nearly come just from teasing.
Hooking my legs, Jason still them as he knelt on the floor beside the bed and pulled my body closer to him. Several more licks and then he dove in. His tongue drove between my labia and inside of me. Another one of my cries bounced off the walls as I fisted the blanket in my hands.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. I writhed some more, but he held me firmly in place. “Jason, yes! So good.”
He thrust his tongue in several times before suckling hard on all my lady bits. He feasted on me like a lion ravaging its meal. Me, the deer taken down, and dying in ecstacy.
“You taste even better than you smell.” He used his whole mouth, licking, nibbling, and sucking me. His fingers dug into my legs so hard that he made the pain the lacy edge of the pleasure. And I liked it. Really liked it.
His mouth engulfed my swollen clit and that was the end of me. I screamed as I came. It exploded within me, and bliss shattered my world.
I shuddered and flailed, slick flooding out of me like a tidal wave. It was no quick rush of pleasure. It kept going, swelling and swirling, and taking every cell in me on a climatic journey that rivaled Santa’s magical ride around the world on Christmas Eve.
Jason’s mouth never left my pussy. He licked up every drop of slick and coaxed out more. My orgasm felt like it lasted months, years. I wasn’t sure of the day or time or even where I was when I started to come down. What I did know was that I was thoroughly exhausted.
Finally he rose and tenderly eased me fully onto the bed. He crawled in behind me and pulled my comforter over both of us. His warmth and soothing scent wrapped around me as surely as his arms. Did he not want release?
“Rest now, gorgeous. I’ve got you.” Jason kissed my neck and a soft purr rumbled from his chest. He wasn’t trying anything else, and I was immensely glad for it. “And I’m never letting go.”
My sleepy head barely registered it. Never letting go? That wasn’t what Elsa said.
Right now, though, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.