9. Meggie

9

Meggie

W hen we park in the driveway, Dante scoops me out of the back seat and throws me over his shoulder. He stops in the doorway of the front door, looks up, and shakes his head. “You hung more mistletoe.”

I smirk and kiss him before he carries me the rest of the way inside, sets me down in the living room in front of the Christmas tree, and steps back. “Clothes off, omega.”

“Oh, yes, sexy strip tease.” Ellis rubs his hands together and sits down on the couch. Nils sits next to him. With Oz on his other side but a foot away. McQuinn plops down in the armchair. And Harrison… Harrison stands next to Dante, giving me a look that’s pure fire.

I’ve never done a striptease before. A hint of self-conscious embarrassment splinters my horny mood.

“Wait,” Nils stops me with a grin. “We need music.”

Pulling out his phone, he scrolls until sounds of jingle bells jangle through the living room’s Bluetooth speaker.

It’s got to be one of the top ten un-sexiest strip tease songs, and I love him for it.

I ease my pants off first, my long sweater still covering my panties, but exposing my legs. I sway my hips, still feeling a little self-conscious, but also so turned on from the way their scents thicken with their arousal.

Oz shifts on the couch, adjusting his jeans to accommodate the erection forming under the denim.

Gripping the hem of my sweatshirt and giving him a flirty wink, I work my top up to my waist, revealing my red panties with reindeers printed on them.

Harrison’s gaze heats, and he licks his lips. Before I’ve got my sweater all the way off, he’s in front of me in two long strides, grabbing my hips, and hauling me against him.

He brushes my bottom lip with his tongue, then pulls me in for a kiss before whispering, “I won’t hog you this time.” He nips my ear. “Come find me in my room when you’re done with these clowns.”

My pack alpha gives me another searing kiss, then goes .

“More for us.” Ellis smiles eagerly, throwing off his shirt before grabbing my hand and pulling me in to dance.

A horse whinnies and the sound of hooves on cobblestones plays through the speakers to the merry beat.

“Santa won’t be the only one coming down the chimney.” Ellis shimmies his shoulders and I can’t help but laugh as he pulls us together and grinds his hips against mine.

“I’m not cleaning that up if anyone jizzes down the chimney,” Nils chuckles. He shifts to stand, then stills as Ellis’s cell phone buzzes on the coffee table.

I can make out Declan on the caller ID, which is strange since we just left Emily’s place. Why would Declan need to chat with Ellis? Maybe it’s a Christmas surprise for Em?

But that can’t be, because Nils doesn’t hand the phone to Emily’s brother. He swoops it up. “I’ll get it. Keep jingling those bells.”

He shoots McQuinn a look as he starts toward the hallway. McQuinn lets out a frustrated groan, but follows Nils out of the room.

“What’s that about?” I try to watch them, wondering what merits a private conversation with Declan, but Ellis spins me and blocks my view.

He gives a shrug and slips a hand under my sweater, tugging it overhead so I’m left in my reindeer undies and bra. Skin exposed, he licks the delicate flesh of my neck until he finds that spot by my collar bone that makes me moan.

Dante palms his cock through his pants as he watches. Oz’s gaze bounces between Dante’s erection and me, like he’s not sure where to look.

“Come dance, Oz.” I give him a soft smile.

He swallows and shakes his head. “I’m… um…” His gaze drops to the floor. “I’ve gotta…” He stands, pauses, walks purposefully toward the kitchen, but pauses again just before he reaches the archway. Looking up at the mistletoe overhead, he turns and looks back at us, then frowns and leaves the room.

We all look after him, and my eyebrows pull down. “Is he okay?”

“Give him time,” Dante says, coming to stand in front of me.

“I’m just worried about him.” I bite my lip.

Ellis kisses me, a distraction tactic I adore. “Don’t worry, sunshine. Right now… Tonight’s about you.”

The music still streaming from Nils’s phone shifts to something with a saxophone and far fewer references to snowmen.

Our silly dancing morphs into sensual swaying. Ellis presses up behind me with Dante at my front. They decorate my skin with soft kisses and tender touches. Hooking his thumbs in my panties, Ellis slides them off my hips before shifting his focus to removing my bra. Dante drops to his knees. An offering. Easing one of my legs over his shoulder, he kisses along my thigh and groans into my body. Then licks right up my center .

Gasping at the sudden sensation, I’m thankful for Ellis behind me. His hands on my hips keep me balanced and in place as Dante feasts, but he pulls back all too soon. Licking his glistening lips, he stands and gently pulls me toward the coffee table.

“On your back, babr.” The deep command of his voice sends a wave of excitement through my body and makes my skin tingle.

Ellis eagerly complies, yanking off his clothes then giving a slight hiss as his heated flesh meets the cool wood of the table.

“Ride your man, omega.” My nipples pebble at Dante’s words. My master of dirty talk.

Dante grabs two throw pillows and sets them on either side of Ellis’s hips to protect my knees from the hard surface. My men take such good care of me, the little gesture sends warmth to my heart.

Slick is damn near dripping down my thighs as I climb on top of the table and slide down onto Ellis. His deep groan matches the noise I make as we become one.

“So fucking beautiful,” Dante purrs, bringing a hand to tease my nipple. “Such a good girl.”

I love his praise. My core clenches, and Ellis bucks as I tighten around him. The cool metal of his piercing feels divine as I slide up and down his length.

“Can you take us both, omega?” Dante is already unzipping his pants as Ellis pulls my hips down to grind against me.

“Yes,” I gasp .

Dante’s body heat warms my back as he comes to stand behind me. “Lean forward.”

Ellis takes the opportunity to smother me in kisses as Dante palms my ass and gets my body ready for him. I bite down on Ellis’s lip as the pressure starts, then the pleasure soars as Dante slides into me.

“Oh god, oh god.” I’m a mess already. Packed between my men like a wrapped present, stuffed full, their shallow thrusts working me just right. It’s heaven.

Dante pushes all the way in and I can feel the way his cock presses against Ellis’s through the thin wall that divides them. Dante stills, leaning over my shoulder and giving Ellis a tender kiss.

“I love fucking our omega with you,” Dante says against Ellis’s lips.

Ellis smiles, his gaze flicking to meet mine. “Nothing better in the world.”

His heated look makes everything inside me tighten.

Dante groans as I clench around him. “Fuck, omega, you’re strangling my cock like such a good girl. You want more?”

“I want everything.”

Ellis leans up to kiss my breasts and tease me with his teeth and tongue. His hands on my hips, he holds me right where they want me as they both move. Every thrust is amazing. Every kiss. Every spank. Every nip of their teeth.

Their thrusts get harder, stoking a fire inside me. The sounds of our bodies fill the room. Grunts, groans, wet slaps of skin. I hope Oz can hear what he’s missing.

Dante pushes my shoulders down so I’m flush on top of Ellis, and his thrusts rock me.

“You gonna take my knot, sunshine.” Ellis’s words are deep and throaty, so damn sexy.

“Fuck! Yes,” I nearly scream.

I’m already so full, their knots threatening to stretch me even further. And my body is hungry for it.

My alphas share a look over my shoulder while Dante pulls back. I whimper when only the tip of him is inside me. With sudden force, he pounds into me and pushes me right down over Ellis’s knot. There’s a brief, familiar moment of searing pain that turns immediately to pleasure, a swelling inside me that perfectly presses against my g-spot.

“Look at you, taking both of us so well,” Dante groans. “So wet for us. Squeezing us so tight. Letting me fuck you so deep, right onto your alpha’s thick knot.”

Ellis kisses me while Dante sucks my shoulder right over one of my bond marks.

Both of them together. Focused on me. It’s too much. It’s everything. I’m full of them. Connected to them. My body clenches, toes curl. My back bows. I tremble. Ears ringing. Heat building, every sense overwhelmed. I can’t think. Can’t speak. Can’t stop the pleasure that’s cascading over me. I’m helpless. Completely surrendered to my men, as they guide my pleasure, as they use me for theirs.

The orgasm is ripped from me like a present torn open, a bow being snapped by teeth. Everything locks up, tenses, seizes. Unholy grunts and groans come from my men as they spill inside me.

Dante shifts his weight, but neither man can pull out of me until their knots go down.

A loud creaking noise breaks through the room. A crash as one leg of the table snaps. We all tumble to the floor and roll into the Christmas tree. Ellis grabs the tree just in time to keep it from falling on top of us, but not before a few ornaments drop. Nils and McQuinn come rushing back into the room, finding Dante, Ellis, and I still locked together with both my men trying to hold up the leaning tree.

There’s a beat of silence, then the music picks up again as a child sings about wanting a hippopotamus for Christmas, and I hope Oz can hear our laughs.