Chapter 20
CHRIS
I’m driving erratically, the truck swerving across lanes as Hannah’s mouth works absolute magic over my cock, and my vision starts blurring at the edges.
“Fuck. Holy fuck, Hannah—” My hand tangles in her hair because I’m about to lose my mind completely.
I barely register turning onto our property, or what I think is our property, as my climax slams into me. Stars explode behind my eyes as I hiss through clenched teeth, my entire body going rigid.
I manage to throw the truck into park but don’t even think about the handbrake because it’s somewhere under Hannah and rational thought has completely abandoned me as I pulse into her mouth. I’m gripping the steering wheel in a death grip with my other hand.
She swallows everything, her throat working, and the sensation nearly stops my heart.
“Jesus Christ, you’re incredible,” I gasp, my head falling back against the seat. “Absolutely perfect.”
She finally releases me and sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and the satisfied smile on her face is pure sin.
I’m boneless, wrecked. “You could have killed us both.”
“But we’re not dead.” She’s moaning already, shifting restlessly, her thighs rubbing together. “And you have no idea how good that was for me. Tasting you, having you, is everything.”
I reach over and yank up the handbrake, my hands still trembling. “Let’s get you inside before you combust.”
I climb out on unsteady legs and immediately step into the flower bed, nearly face-planting into a tree trunk.
Oh, fuck. I parked like a complete disaster, the truck at a diagonal across the front lawn, nowhere near the actual driveway, tire tracks through what’s left of our landscaping.
Don’t care. Can’t care. Not even a little bit.
I do up my pants hastily, zip, belt, then rush around to Hannah’s side and pull open her door.
She practically falls out, and I catch her against my chest.
“You’re with me,” I say, lifting her into my arms in one smooth motion.
She wraps her arms around my neck immediately, pressing her face against my throat, and I love how she fits perfectly against me. How soft she is. Her scent floods my senses, and her arousal is thick. I’m half hard again already.
“You are perfect, Hannah,” I murmur against her hair as I carry her toward the house. “So beautiful and sexy. And all mine. All ours.”
I take her straight upstairs to her room, the one we designed specifically for Omega heats back when finding our match was just desperate hoping.
The room is perfect for this. Enormous bed piled with soft blankets and pillows. Supplies stocked in built-in cabinets. Everything carefully considered.
At the center is a low, cushioned platform we had custom-built, surrounded by plush rugs. Low enough for comfort, high enough for access from any angle. Designed specifically for heat care.
I set her on the edge, and she’s immediately panting, rubbing her thighs together frantically, seeking any friction.
I crouch in front of her, my thumb stroking her inner knee. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”
She looks at me with those huge brown eyes, pupils so wide there’s barely any color left. “I need—” She swallows hard. “Something to hold me still. I want to be tied up so I feel constantly held. I trust you, Chris. I trust all of you completely.”
Everything in me goes very still.
She trusts us. Trusts us enough to be vulnerable, at our mercy during the most intense biological drive she’ll ever experience.
Something primal and possessive roars to life in my chest.
I rise slowly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
I take the stairs three at a time, my mind racing through options. I need something soft enough not to hurt her skin but substantial enough to give her the restraint she’s asking for.
In the living room, I spot the basket of holiday decorations we still haven’t put away. On top is a coil of thick, plush tinsel, the expensive kind that’s almost feathery, golden and luxurious.
Perfect.
My cock is fully hard just imagining it. Hannah wrapped up like the most precious gift, presented to us.
I grab the entire coil and sprint back upstairs, my pulse thundering in my ears.
When I push open her door, she’s already completely naked, sitting on the platform hugging her knees to her chest, rocking slightly. Energy radiates off her in waves.
Her gaze snaps to me the instant I enter, and she moans, her hands reaching out desperately. “Chris, please, I can’t—”
“I’m here.” I cross to her, dropping to my knees in front of the platform. “I’ve got you. Now stand up for me, beautiful.”
I help her to her feet, and my gaze devours every inch of her body. Her breasts are full and perfect, nipples tight and begging for my mouth. The curve of her waist. The swell of her hips. The glistening evidence of her arousal already coating her inner thighs.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much it turns me on thinking about you like this? Wrapped up. Unable to hide anything from me. Just mine to take however I want.”
She giggles breathlessly, but it dissolves into a moan when I lift her wrists gently and start wrapping the soft tinsel around them, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to bind them together in front of her.
While I work, she leans against me, pressing her breasts against my chest, her mouth finding my neck. She licks and sucks at my pulse point, and having her desperate and shameless and completely uninhibited is everything I’ve ever fantasized about.
She whimpers against my skin. “It’s torture not having you inside me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on without breaking apart.”
Her bound hands lower between us and are already tugging at my shirt, trying to strip me.
I step back just enough to admire my work. “I’m not done with you yet. Not done admiring what’s mine.”
I trail the rest of the tinsel down her body deliberately.
Wrapping it around her torso just above her breasts, then just below, framing them beautifully.
Around her slim waist. Around her thighs in crisscrossing patterns that still allow her legs to part freely, creating perfect handles for us to grip.
When I step back to take in the full picture, my jaw clenches involuntarily.
She’s trembling. Golden tinsel wrapped around her gorgeous body. Flushed skin. Desperate eyes. Completely at my mercy.
“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I growl, meaning every word.
“Chris—” She’s begging, shifting helplessly, her bound hands reaching for me again. “Please, I need your cock inside me now.”
She’s all over me suddenly, tugging at my clothes again, even trying to use her teeth on my belt, and I finally give in.
I strip off my shirt, toe off my shoes and socks, but she’s already fumbling with my belt buckle again.
“You beg so pretty,” I tell her, catching her wrists gently to still them for a moment. “Say my name again.”
“Chris,” she breathes, and the urgency in her voice nearly undoes me. “Please, Chris.”
She drops to her knees on the platform, her bound hands clasped in front of her, and the position presses her breasts together perfectly, nipples peaked and tight.
I can’t resist.
I fall to my knees in front of her and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then move to the other. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, echoing off the walls.
She somehow manages to get my pants undone, reaching for my erection, and she’s absolutely insatiable.
I’m completely here for it.
Suddenly, the front door opens downstairs with a bang. Boots hit the hardwood floor heavily.
“Chris!” Kane’s voice carries up, laced with amusement and confusion. “What the hell kind of parking job is that? Looks like you drove home blackout drunk! Did you have some kind of emergency or—”
He cuts off abruptly, and then he and Noel thunder up the stairs. They burst through the bedroom door just as I pull back from Hannah’s breasts, and both of them stop dead, their eyes bulging.
Hannah pushes herself up onto her knees from where she was leaning back on her heels, presenting herself to them deliberately. Legs spread wide, chest thrust forward, golden tinsel wrapped around her like decoration, and she’s the most erotic thing any of us have ever witnessed.
Kane and Noel both nearly trip over their own feet trying to get farther into the room.
“Holy shit,” Kane breathes, his eyes raking over every inch of her.
“I swear you’re trying to destroy us,” Noel says, his voice strained and dark. “Looking like the world’s sweetest present just waiting to be unwrapped.”
Hannah’s smile is pure seduction and need. “Then get your clothes off if you want to unwrap your gift.”
They’re stripping in record time, shirts flying, belts hitting the floor with metallic clinks, jeans kicked aside carelessly.
Hannah’s inner thighs are glistening with slick, her hips moving in small unconscious circles, and she’s barely holding herself together.
Her bound hands find my cock again, pulling it free from my boxers, and I hiss at the contact.
“Please, Chris. Cock,” she begs, her voice wrecked. “I can’t wait anymore.”
I lower my hand between her thighs, finding her soaking wet and swollen, and tease her entrance with my fingers.
She moans so loud it’s almost a scream, her hips bucking against my hand.
Noel steps closer, inhaling deeply, his chest expanding. “Holy fuck, her scent. It’s intoxicating.”
Kane moves behind her, dropping to his knees, his large palms sliding down her arms slowly, fingers brushing over the tinsel binding her wrists appreciatively.
He presses a deliberate kiss to her shoulder, his teeth grazing her skin, then he stares at the bite mark already healed over on the curve of her neck, which I barely noticed.
He glares at Noel over Hannah’s shoulder. “That’s your handiwork. Heard you two last night, by the way. The whole damn house did.”
“Her cries woke me up around two a.m., and sleep was completely impossible after that. Just lay there listening and suffering.”