Chapter Twelve

Alaric

Irip the tinsel off December's wrists, dragging her into my arms as she moans and trembles her way through her orgasm. Fucklust roars through me, threatening to consume me alive. I need in this girl now. Before I rip this goddamn mansion down around us.

"Hold on," I mutter, clutching her to my chest as I stumble to my feet.

We make it four feet down the hall before I feel her hands on my cock through my pants.

Fuck it. We'll make it to the bedroom later.

We fall into a heap on one of the thousand fucking chairs in this house. Her bra goes first, followed by my shirt. They land on the floor at our feet, the scattered remnants of our feast. And I do feast. Fuck, I gorge myself on her delectable body. On her perfect mouth.

I attack her lips again and again, drinking from her mouth like she's a thousand-dollar bottle of wine. She drinks from mine the same way, practically purring on my lap. Her hands run all over my chest and back, setting my fucking soul on fire.

"Never again," I growl, lifting my hips to work on my jeans. "You're never allowed to take your fucking hands off me again."

"Deal," she whispers. And then, ah, Jesus. Her mouth. That perfect mouth follows her hands, kissing a trail down my chest.

I practically sob when my goddamn button finally slips free, allowing me to yank my jeans down my hips. My cock springs free, so hard it hurts. Christ, I hurt for her. I taste her on my tongue. Feel the heat of her cunt against my thigh. She's everywhere, and I'm dying the sweetest death.

"Alaric," she whines, her eyes flashing to mine when I delve my hand into her hair, craning her head back.

"I need in you, angel."

"Yes."

"I don't have a condom."

"I…I'm not on birth control."

I smile…fucking smile as I lift her up my body to grind her on my cock.

"Good because I just decided what I want for Christmas."

"W-what?"

"I want to breed you, December," I whisper against her ear. "I'm putting my kid in you for Christmas."

"Alaric," she sobs, trembling in my arms.

"Be a good girl and make sure you take every drop, angel." I nip her lobe, my balls throbbing at the thought of getting this girl pregnant with my kid. I want it. Hell, I want everything with her. The big, happy family. The fucking spoiled dog and asshole cat. Christmas traditions and stupid arguments over who gets to empty the dishwasher. She's been mine for six years. We just didn't know it then. We weren't ready then. We are now.

I grip my shaft in one hand, bringing it to her entrance.

"Sink down on me slowly, angel," I whisper. "It's going to hurt."

She bites her lip and nods, wiggling until she's hovering over the head of my cock. She winces slightly when she places her knee on the chaise beside me, but quickly shifts her weight off of it and then nods again, letting me know she's ready.

"Kiss me," I breathe.

Her lips tangle with mine as she slowly sinks down on me. I get lost in her as she takes me to heaven right there in the hall, the city twinkling like stars in the distance. Her tight little hole resists me for a moment before the head of my cock pops in.

My eyes roll back in my head.

"Ah, God," I groan, fighting not to come already.

She sinks a little lower, moaning.

I peel my eyes open, unwilling to miss a moment of this. I want to see every shift of emotion across her face. It shows everything. Every thought, everything she feels. She reads like a book, one full of beauty. Her cheeks are flushed with desire, her eyes clouded with it.

She sinks lower, her cunt strangling my cock.

A little flicker of discomfort passes through her expression, wrinkling her brows, as her hymen tears around my cock.

"Breathe, angel," I croon, reaching between us to strum her clit.

She gasps and sinks lower. The wrinkle between her brows vanishes, her mouth opening in a little "O" of pleasure. Her pupils dilate, her head falling back on her neck.

"You like that, huh?"

"Yes," she moans.

"Then you'll love it when I'm fucking you." I lift my hips, sliding a little deeper.

She cries out in shock, clawing at my shoulders.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," I chuckle, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. She's so fucking cute. Even when she has my dick hard enough to break off, she's adorable. "Sit on my cock, December. All the way."

She moans and sinks down, taking me all the way to the hilt.

I growl her name as her ass comes to rest against my hips.

"Fuck, good girl." I press my forehead to hers, reeling at how good she feels. At how well she's doing. At how perfect she is. "God, you're perfect, sweet December."

"You feel pretty perfect, too," she moans.

"No." I tip her chin up until her eyes meet mine. "I didn't say you feel perfect. I said you are perfect. You are perfect."

"Alaric," she whispers.

"Your smile lights up the entire fucking world. I know because it lit mine." I press my lips to hers. "Your laugh brought me comfort when nothing else did. I didn't understand it then, but I get it now, angel. You're a piece of me. You're my heart."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," she pleads quietly.

"Look at me, sweet girl."

Her watery eyes meet mine.

"I love you."

She sobs my name.

I catch the sound with my lips against hers, holding her to my chest. I make love to her slowly, sweetly, showing her with my body exactly how perfectly we fit together. We move in unison, grinding against each other, driving each other higher. Her nails scrape down my back. My hand tangles in her hair.

When she's on the edge, I slip my hand between our bodies again, pressing my thumb to her clit. "Ride me now, angel," I growl, leaning back to watch her take her pleasure from me. "Make yourself come."

"Alaric."

"Do it," I growl.

She jumps to obey, pressing her hands to my thighs to give herself leverage. Her tongue peeks from between her teeth as she lifts herself and drops back down, rolling her hips. Her tits bounce every time she lands against my thighs, a soft cry of ecstasy escaping her lips.

I watch in awe as she takes what she needs from me, moving like a goddess on my lap. She's not clumsy or awkward in this moment. She's a temptress, shining as bright as the sun. My thumb runs in circles around her clit as she rises and falls harder and then faster, racing toward the edge.

My name falls from her lips in a soft chant.

And when she shatters, I break with her. Her thighs lock around my hips, her head falling back on a sharp cry of bliss. Her cunt pulses around my cock, milking the cum from my balls. I grip her hips, pounding into her as I release into her again and again, draining my fucking soul into her.

She collapses against my chest in a sweaty, sated heap.

"I love you," I whisper, making sure she knows I meant every word. "I love you."

"Alaric," she breathes, her lips curving into a sweet smile against my throat.

Fuck. This is already the best Christmas I've ever had, and it's not even Christmas yet.