Page 48 of Bonded By Christmas

“Tell me what you need,” I coax, trying to remember what they taught us to do when an omega is in a potent wave of pre-heat. This shit came out of nowhere, but it’s my fault for not brushing up on how to care for an omega.

Her palm teases my stomach as she slides her hand down the front of my jeans.

“Knot!” She nods repeatedly. “Locked inside me. You knot me. Why can’t I…” Another of her moans fills the air, but it indicates pain not pleasure. “It’s not enough.”

Pulling my hand from her pussy, I bring my fingers to my mouth. The taste of sweet pears explodes on my tongue, but I barely get to enjoy it.

It’s a good thing I have faith in my holster, because I don’t have time to pull my belt out of the loops to deal with that mess.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I shove my jeans down my thighs, trying to figure out how we can do this. I’m not fucking her on the floor like an animal, but my choices are severely limited. We never should have left the fucking house this morning.

If I had known this was coming…

Goddammit.

Get yourself together.

You can beat yourself to shit later.

Fucking fix your omega first.

Bitch and moan about poor choices when you’re not in an emergency.

Chapter Twenty-One

Callum

Getting myself together, I grab the bottom of her dress and pull it off over her head. It lands on the floor near her leggings, and I study her tight tan nipples.

Damn.

She has fantastic tits.

It takes everything in me to focus enough to get myself out of my coat and to yank my long-sleeve T-shirt off.

“Let’s get you up.” I tug her out of the chair, and she wobbles, but I keep hold of her hips. Taking her place in the now-vacated seat, I barely have time to get situated before she bends in half, desperately trying to get my dick into her mouth.

Moving quickly, I snatch a handful of hair at the base of her skull. “That’s not going to help. You need to sink down on my cock and soak up some of my cum.”

“You have piercings?”

“Mm-hmm, and they’re going to light you up from the inside out.” I smirk, tugging her hair as I stretch back in the chair. “Climb on. We’ll make it fit.”

“Me with you in the chair or your giant dick in my vagina?” she mumbles, scrambling onto my lap. Her knees end up on my thighs, and I have to scrunch up to give her room to fit.

“Both.” I chuckle, but the mirth quickly fades as her hand wraps around my shaft.

She scalds my skin to the point I hiss.

Fuck me.

If I had a fever to that degree, I’d be dead.

There’s no way she’s not in agony.

“Come on, Lace. You know what to do.”

“Will these hurt when we’re locked together?” She runs her fingers down the bottom side of my cock, teasing the rungs on my ladder.