But I can barely move.
We’re both shaking—her hands limp around my neck, my arms barely holding her upright on the counter. I rest my forehead against hers, both of us panting, sweat and air and sugar clinging to every inch of skin.
Nobody talks.
The only sound is the slow drip of cum onto the counter and the way we both gasp for breath, trying to get our hearts to remember how to beat slow again.
Finally, Reverie laughs. A real one this time—shaky, delighted, 100% unashamed.
“Jesus Christ,” she says, “I think I see the Milky Way right now.”
I grin, can't help it with her.
She’s genuinely funny.
“Pretty sure you’re seeing stars because I just fucked you so hard you lost your brain cells.”
She pokes me in the ribs, but doesn’t let go of my neck.
“That’s not a complaint, you maniac.”
“Didn’t sound like one.”
I stay inside her, just a little longer, because something about the slick mess and the way she’s still holding onto me makes it impossible to move.
I breathe in her scent, watch the way color rushes back to her cheeks.
She’s sticky, glazed, wild-eyed, and perfect.
Yeah, she’s gonna ruin me.
And I’m fine with it.
Oddly enough.
For a second, we’re just quiet—both of us listening to the distant bar, the flickering light, our own blood hammering so loud it drowns out the rest of the world.
Then she snickers again, grabs the back of my head, and kisses me so hard I almost get hard all over.
I have to pull out for my sanity because I feel my knot forming, and as much as this connection feels like a fated wonder of lives aligning, I don’t want to freak her away by bringing her into a pack life she didn’t ask for.
Especially when I have no clue what Nash had been talking about with the whole, she’s our Omega, stuff from earlier.
Not like I’d mind.
I laugh into her lips, happy, high, completely untethered for maybe the first time in years.
This is a bad idea.
A dangerous idea.
But as I slide out, watching my cum leak out of her, I know I’d do it again a hundred times.
That’s the real Christmas miracle…that, and potentially having Reverie Bell be our Omega…even temporarily.
CHAPTER 11
Knots, Confessions & Keeping In Touch
