Chapter 40
Anya
Kodi is taking my Christmas experience very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that there’s currently a freshly cut tree consuming the corner of his bedroom.
I can’t help but smile as I watch him tend to the tree, having placed it in the stand, and now trying to wedge his massive body beneath it to give it some water.
A giggle escapes me as he grunts to remove himself from the underbelly of the tree he’s crammed himself into.
“You could have asked me to help. I am much smaller than you in case you’ve forgotten. ”
He tsks and shakes his head. “Nope. Mam makes everything pretty and my dad does the dirty work, and that’s the way it should be.”
Touched by his determination to continuously care for me the way his parents care for each other, I can’t keep myself from crossing the room and wrapping around him as he finally stands, burying my face in his chest.
He kisses the top of my head as he returns the embrace. “Ready to decorate for Christmas, Anirniq?”
I nod into him, soaking up his warmth and the tingle of our bond.
He doesn’t move a muscle until I initiate the end of the hug and then he’s on the move.
Pulling box after box after box he had ready in the hallway, into the room.
I know most people have quite the stash of Christmas decorations, but I have a feeling we have even more to choose from here.
“Okay, so we have four stations.” He gestures with his arms out wide before turning his attention to the tree.
“We have everything in these boxes to decorate your first Christmas tree,” he beams and turns his attention to his dresser.
“We’re going to pretend this is a fireplace for you to decorate and hang stockings.
This whole box is stockings for you to pic from.
Mam changes the decor theme often enough that there’s a ton of backstock.
” My heart warms at his intentional organization for me.
The third stack he motions towards, sits smack dab in the middle of the room. “These boxes are full of bedding and other random things you can put wherever you like, and the boxes by the door are stuff you can decorate the door with, like you would the front door of a home.”
I’m pleased to find I’m actually excited to do all this. “I do have one condition though,” I say as I reach for him with absolute certainty he’ll always come to me. “Only if we do it together. We don’t have to do things alone anymore.”
He nods and waits for me to announce what I want to do first.
“The tree.” I decide, and he immediately moves to start opening boxes. The first is full of lights. The second crammed with garland and tinsel. The third containing both elaborate and simple tree toppers. And the final, filled to the brim with every Christmas ornament imaginable.
As he begins pulling my lighting options out of the box, he tells me all about my future Christmas tree options, and I love that he’s constantly thinking about our very long future together. I don’t think it’s ever really set in that I’ll get to spend centuries with him.
“If you decide you don’t like having a real tree, while some would frown upon it, I don’t mind.
Some of the newer artificial trees look pretty real and come pre-lit, so it’s whatever you want to do.
Oh, and if there’s any color styles or ornaments you want, we can always order more.
” To stop his rambling mouth and mind, I kiss him.
It was meant to be a shut-him-up kiss but quickly turns into more, my core heating with the need rising within me. Our mouths work against each other, tongues dancing, tasting, massaging, dragging a moan from my throat.
My nipples harden, begging for contact friction.
A whimper escapes me as I begin tugging on the hem of Kodi’s hoodie.
I need him. Now. The desire rising within me faster than I’ve ever experienced, the feeling almost feral.
He answers my call without question or words, yanking the garment over his head, allowing me to run my fingers all over his thick, muscled torso.
He instinctively lifts me into his arms where my reflexes kick in, wrapping my legs around his waist, allowing me access to his neck and shoulders. My kissing, nipping, and licking everywhere I can reach has him growling into my neck where he begins to tease my mate mark with his lips.
Letting my head fall back, I grant him access to my throat. He accepts the invitation, knowing every sensitive spot that makes my toes curl.
When my core clenches around nothing, I can’t take it anymore. Pushing on his shoulders and out of his grip, I sink to the floor and rip his black joggers down and take him into my mouth without warning. He groans deep and low, gently fisting my wild mass of hair. “Fuck. Yes.”
I swirl my tongue over the tip of his shaft, collecting the drop of precum I’ve earned, and he hisses, “Enough of that.”
With his ridiculous strength, he pulls me from my knees straight to being spread on his bed. He wastes no time gingerly removing my clothing like I’m something precious to unwrap.
Overcome with emotion yet again, I fight the tears gathering in my eyes. “I love you, Kodi.”
He stops moving completely, and meets my gaze with an almost intimidating seriousness. “I fucking worship you, Anya. Completely. There’s nothing left of me that doesn’t answer to you.”
As the vow leaves his lips, he sinks to his knees, pulling off the last of my clothing.
His eyes never leave mine as his warm mouth makes contact with my center.
His tongue and the connection of our bond thrum into a spiral of pleasure, and I’m panting as my core clenches around nothing again, needing him.
“Kodi,” I whine.
He begins to rise, kissing and nipping a trail up my body torturously slow, paying each of my breasts attention. “What do you need?”
Wriggling on the bed beneath him, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him towards me as I whisper, “All of you. Forever. But especially now.”
His soft chuckle warms my neck as he lines himself up at my entrance.
He must have decided it’s one of the days where he wants to drive me mad before I get to come.
He inches into me so unhurriedly that my patience wears and I buck up onto him, crying out at the sensation of fullness.
I don’t think I’ll ever acclimate to the perfection and peace I feel when our bodies are one.
This isn’t just sex and release. This is where our souls unite, each moment another stitch in the bond that sews us together.
His excruciatingly gradual pace has my head thrashing back and forth on the bed. “Kodi. Please.” I sob beneath him, unlocking his restraint.
He answers my pleas with a determined intensity, the sound of our bodies meeting, heavy breathing, and my cries ringing through the room. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I chant.
“Does my baby need my knot to fill her up?” he grunts above me.
A whimpering nod is all I can manage as the heat gathers in my spine, spreading through my thighs. He reaches between us, massages my clit with his thumb, and notches his knot inside of me.
The orgasm that tears through me makes me see stars, the edges of my vision dimming a bit while I scream his name. He ruts into me for a handful more thrusts before he yells his release and coats my insides.
Before he swells past the point of being able to move, he gathers me, moves up the bed, and rearranges us so that I’m comfortable while we’re locked together in my favorite way.
Knowing it’s coming never prepares me for the stretch, fullness, and second climax that rips through me, leaving me twitching as my head lies on his chest, listening to the melodious sound of his heart while he rubs my back and holds me tight.
With a single thought, I’m lurching upright and gasping in worry, and a bit of overstimulated pleasure as it caused friction around his engorged knot. “Your parents?!” I whisper-shriek.
He pulls me back onto him, his laugh shaking both of our bodies. “They’re gone. As much as I love them, that’s not something I want to share with them.”
The relief I’m granted from his words escapes me in a bone-deep sigh.
He continues to soothe my nerves, frayed from the orgasms and adrenaline rush of panic by kissing my head while he alternates softly rubbing my body and just holding me close, until he rises to carry me to the bathroom for cleanup.
Back in the room, we set to decorating. Starting with the tree, he lets me choose everything and helps me, mostly by placing the items I can’t reach.
When the tree is complete, and he plugs it in to illuminate our creation, I’m overcome with an understanding of the magic of Christmas.
When we finally tuck in for the night, it feels like I’m sleeping in my very own little Christmas snow globe world.
Lights twinkle around us and we’ve listened to enough Christmas music over the last few days that I was even able to sing along to a few of them as I hung our plaid stockings from his dresser.