Both of us are breathing heavily as my head collapses beside hers. I’m holding myself up on my elbows, so I don’t fully collapse on her and crush her. My cock’s still emptying into her but I don’t care how long it takes.
“I fucking love this position.”
“Being on top of me?”
“Being in you. So perfectly connected.”
“Blood-bonding would be even better.” She bites her lip. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
My cock emptied, I consider staying there a moment longer but her comment… fuck, I can’t. I slide out of her, which goes against my instincts, then leave the bed entirely.
“Garrett?” her voice wavers.
“Just stoking the fire,” I lie as I add a few logs to the fireplace even though my body’s covered in a sheen of sweat as I consider my next move.
“Blood-bonding was just something I was thinking about,” Angel adds. “It’s not necessary. Forget I said anything.”
“No, you’re right. We should talk about it. Maybe after Christmas? I’m not sure I can take more than one celebration at a time.”
Her face falls slightly. “And we have the trip to my pack to consider.”
“I won’t let your birth pack dictate what we decide.”
“Agreed.”
She spreads out the blanket and climbs under the sheet. “Still waiting for you to warm me, shifter.” She’s smiling, though not as wide as before.
“Did I ever tell you I’m an idiot? I don’t always say the right thing, or do things the way others expect.”
“You’re not an idiot.” She sits up on her knees and kisses me, long and hard. Ignoring my rising cock’s going to take some doing.
“What was that for?” I ask when she breaks the kiss.
“Proof.” Her hands slide around my neck as she looks at me. “I don’t kiss idiots.”
“So, not a pity kiss, because I often have my head up my ass?”
She laughs. “Hardly!”
I love how easily she forgives me. “I’ve made a mess of things again.” I reach beneath the bed and produce a long box the length of a watch, tied with a red satin ribbon. “I’m a day early, but this seems like the right time. Merry Christmas, darlin’.”
Her face lights up. God, how am I so fortunate?
“I… I didn’t get you a present. I’ve been so busy helping the kids add some last-minute decorations to the pack’s tree that I… Damn, there’s no excuse. I should have gotten you a present.”
“My angel, you are my present. I can’t possibly think of anything I’d want more than having you in my bed, my cabin… my life. Now, open your gift.”
She kisses me again, deep and long.
“You’re making me hard again.”
“That’s a problem?”
“Fuck no, but I have my limits, and they’re rather low right now. Open the box before I throw you down and claim you again.”
With the sound of feminine giggles, she tears through the ribbon.
“I like the enthusiasm.”
