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A growl ripped out of me. Breed. The word hit my Alpha like a match on gasoline. My knot throbbed, and every instinct screamed that I make sure every Alpha in Noelle could smell me on her for a week.

“Say it again,” I snarled.

“Breed me.”

I almost lost my fucking mind.

I pushed the mask up and dragged my teeth down her spine, and nipped at her plump cheek. Her hole puckered and I tongue fucked it as I worked my fingers in and out of her cunt. She writhed against the wire, and screamed, the lights blinking over us like the tree itself was watching.

She ground back against me, her back arching as she lifted her head off the ground. She came twice on my tongue and fingers before I gave her what she’d begged for.

Then, I straightened, kneeling between her thighs. The sweet scent of her cum filled my lungs until there was nothing left but her. I gripped her hip and sank into her from behind.

She took every inch. I fucked her slow until she was sobbing for more, then hard until she couldn’t form words, tugging the lights every time she tried to rush me.

“I know what you need, little lamb. I got you,” I soothed as I fucked her with my knot. In and out as her cunt clenched around it, squeezing so tightly it swelled. But she kept pushing back against it, desperate.

“Please,” she cried. “Please, Klaus—”

“Ru,” I growled, and gave it to her.

My balls drew tight, my knot locked us together, and she came again as I bred her pussy. The whole tree shivered. A glass ornament swayed. My mark on her throat, hers on mine, and the cameras caught every second of it.

I’d watch her a hundred times. And I’d watch her a million more.

“You’re fucking mine.”

“Always,” she sighed. Then she turned her head just enough to look at me, and her eyes dropped to the mark on my throat. “And you’re mine.”

“Always.”

I made good on every promise.

With her, every day was Christmas.