“Where’s your sweater? I’ll go get it,” Cato says.
I tell him where I stashed it in my nest, and he’s there and back in a flash. I stand up to put it on, and Cato pulls my shirt off before I realize what he’s doing.
“Hey!” I say, startled at suddenly being topless.
He tugs the sweater over my head, cutting off the rest of my protest.
“It will drape better without anything underneath,” Cato says after my head pops out.
I straighten it out and I’m annoyed that he’s right, I do look hot this way.
Cato kisses me, his eyes amused as if he can read my thoughts.
Once the others have their sweaters on, they decide we need a group picture.
We gather in front of the tree, and Henri sets up his phone. Cato grabs Magnus’s hat and drops it on his head, since he’d removed it to get the sweater on.
“I need the hat for this?” Magnus asks, giving him a sidelong glance.
“It looks good,” I say, and stretch up on my toes to kiss his cheek. He bends down so I can reach.
If Cato is so into this cowboy roleplay, I’ll support him. Plus, Magnus does look good in the hat. Maybe I can even get him to wear it at work in the spring.
Magnus puts Pete (who is still wearing his hat) on his shoulder for the picture.
Cato stands behind me with his hands on my hips, and the others gather around us. We smile as the camera goes off.
Henri shows us the photo, and it’s perfect on the first try. Everyone looks happy, no one blinked. The picture-perfect Yule.
They’re the best gift I could have asked for.
I mentally checkspend Yule Day with my packoff my FWTTDBID list, thoughspend Yule Night with my matesis still on there.
Chapter 55
Hestia
Ilook in the mirror one last time to make sure everything’s in place before texting my alphas. I hit send and toss the phone aside, hurrying to get in position.
They burst in less than a minute later.
I intended to get them up here fast, which is why I said I needed their help ASAP, but I didn’t mean for them to rush in quite so frantically.
Everyone freezes at the sight of me.
“I have one more gift for you,” I say in my best sultry voice.
My alphas quickly shift from protective to horny.
Cato circles me and says, “This is the best present yet, pet.”
The rest of them crowd closer, not touching, just looking.
“You’re so pretty, little omega,” Magnus says.
“I should have installed the cameras in here earlier,” Henri murmurs.
I’m pleased they appreciate how much effort I put into this. It wasn’t easy to tie myself in ribbons, and it was evenmore difficult to fasten my wrists to the hook dangling from the ceiling, leaving me on my tiptoes. A hook, I might add, that I had to sneakily install myself so I wouldn’t ruin the surprise.
