Emily loves praise, she thrives off of it, and we all love to give it to her. She pulls herself up. Both she and Griffin are a mess of slick. Both of us pause our thrusts as she sits up, allowing me to wrap my arm around her breasts and hold her steady, so that her back is placed perfectly against my chest.
Her hair wafts in my face, a mixture of her sweet cherry scent and the hints of her lavender shampoo tantalizing my senses.
“You smell so good, sweet girl.”
“Bite me,” she demands. Knowing what she wants, I pull her hair to the side and lick and lightly bite down on my bond mark. Her pussy spasms and Griffin moans below her.
“My Omega. So beautiful, so good. Do you want to come, sweet girl?”
“Fuck, please.”
I nod to Griffin, who begins to toy with her clit. He’s thrusting into her from below and my strokes are shallow. The pressure from Griffin fucking her is going to be enough to get me there. I’m sure when she comes, it’s going to send me over the breaking point.
Emily wraps one of her hands around my neck. The angle isn’t the best. She leans to her side so I can kiss her. The kiss is sloppy and wet, and everything you would want from an Omega in heat. She pants into my mouth as she gets closer to her release.
I knead her breasts, my thumbs rubbing circles over her peaked nipples as Griffin continues to fuck our girl.
“That’s it, gush on my cock, sweetheart,” Griffin says, causing Emily to break our kiss and throw her head back onto my shoulder. She makes whimpering noises as she rides out her orgasm, her cunt fluttering around Griffin’s length as he keeps fucking her. My strokes aren’t deep, but the tightness sends me over the edge. My grip on her is tight as I fill her with my cum.
It’s not where I would like it to be, but damn, does it look good spilling out of her as she leans forward over Griffin’s chest to take his knot? Fuck yeah, it does.
She’s a mess of slick and cum as she rides Griffin, and it’s only the beginning of her heat.
This is going to be a memorable Christmas, after all.
After Griffin knots Emily, we make a collaborative effort to clean her up and get some blankets on the bed. Kenji and I are both wide awake and decide since Emily is finally sleeping, now is the time to decorate downstairs.
While I know Emily would have preferred a real tree—we have one at the house—a fake one was easier to pack and we can just leave it here and set it up every holiday.
The idea of having the rest of my Christmases with our pack brings a beaming smile to my face. I can’t contain it, and Kenji notices immediately, giving me a rare smile back.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” I nod my head.
“More than nice. I didn’t realize how much it would feel for me to have us all connected. I was thinking more about Emily.”
“I guess you’re stuck with us now,” he jokes.
“Looks that way.” I click the top of the tree into the metal frame and Kenji plugs in the lights. It’s right by the large bay window, looking over the water. A confused Binx comes over to the tree to inspect it. “I should have brought ornaments,” I say, and Binx meows.
“She won’t care about the ornaments, it looks great,” Kenji says, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Come here you little fucker,” he says to Binx, picking him up and turning his back to me so I can’t see him kiss the top of his head.
“Think they’ll be up soon?” I ask, and Kenji looks down at his watch..
“I’ll make pancakes. Can you put the presents under the tree?” He puts Binx down and makes his way to the kitchen while I gather all the gifts and place them under the tree. I didn’t have much of a family growing up and seeing this many gifts makes my chest full. It’s not like we all just bought gifts for Emily, we all bought for each other as well.
I’d like to think my gifts are thoughtful, but I’m a little nervous about giving them out. After I place all the packages and put up a few more lights around the living room, I go into the kitchen to help Kenji with Binx walking between my feet the whole way. I’m sure he smells Emily on us and is wondering why we’re keeping her away from him.
He flips the last pancake, turning off the stove burner and handing me a plate of fruit, butter, and syrup. I take that while he carries the massive pile of pancakes and plates for our pack.
Binx follows us up to the third floor and is rightfully pissed that we won’t let him come into the room. Emily was adamant about not “scarring” him by letting him see the debauchery that is Emily in heat. Personally, I just don’t think any of us want a cat with claws anywhere near us when we’re all naked and balls are hanging.
“What’s our tactic?” Kenji asks.
“What always works. No food, no dick.”
Kenji laughs as a groggy Griffin and Freddie wake up. Emily is licking Freddie’s throat.
“Princess, I brought you pancakes to eat instead of Freddie,” Kenji says in the voice he only reserves for Emily.