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Chapter 5

Oscar’s Christmas Surprise

CAL

T he scent of cinnamon and hot chocolate greeted me as I opened the door to the flat. Just as it always did,the knot in my chest loosened knowing Oscar was nearby.

I found him in the living room, adding yet more baubles to the tree. Every year, I suggested getting another tree just to spread them out a bit, but that idea never went down well. Oscar liked to have all his special decorations in one place.

Problem was, he found new special decorations each festive season.

Not that I minded. I’d just buy a bigger tree next year if necessary. Anything to make him happy.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching the lights on the tree sparkle against his wedding band as he stretched up to put the final ornament on. Although we’d celebrated several Christmases as mates, this was our first as a married couple. I hadn’t thought I’d like saying it as much as I did.

My husband.

Our wedding day had been perfect—not that I’d expected anything else with Oscar and Harlow in charge of the planning—but seeing Oscar’s joy as he walked down the aisle on his sister’s arm? That was better than I’d ever imagined. This beautiful, kind, selfless man had chosen me.

I was the luckiest fucker on any plane.

Finally satisfied with the placement of the final bauble, Oscar stepped back to survey his work. Unable to wait any longer, I cleared my throat.

“Hey, hun,” he said vaguely, not turning. “Sorry, I know you’re there, I just wanna make sure it looks perfect.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to hold in my laughter. Something told me he was going to regret his dawdling when he finally spotted what I’d done.

It was a fantasy I’d teased out of him recently. It had taken a lot of persuasion on my part to make it happen, along with a promise of dry cleaning, but it had finally all come together.

Fortunately, I was the most patient of all my siblings. Not that that was saying a lot. Demons weren’t known for restraint at the best of times.

When Oscar finally turned, the tinsel he was holding hit the floor. “Fuck.”

“Is this what you had in mind, sweetheart?” I braced my hands against the top of the doorjamb, revelling in how Oscar’s hungry gaze gobbled up my naked torso.

He tried to speak, but his voice came out as a squeak. I smirked as his cheeks flamed. Fuck, I loved that even after all these years together, I still had the power to render him speechless.

“Is that…is that Leo’s uniform?”

I tilted my head back so he could see the heat in my eyes under the helmet. “Yup. As you can see, I decided against wearing anything under the jacket.”

Oscar’s eyes were glued to my abs. “Definitely the right choice.”

“How d’you see this playing out?”

“Depends,” he murmured, drawing closer. “How long do you have this for?”

“Couple of days.” I smirked. “Plenty of time for multiple fantasies.”

“Awesome,” he breathed, smoothing his hands up my bare chest and sliding them under the shoulders of the jacket. “To start with, I want you to throw me over your shoulder and carry me to the bedroom.”

“Mm-hmm.” I released the doorframe to run my hands down his arms. “What else?”

“I want you to rip my clothes off, like you’ve saved me and you’re so desperate for me that you can’t wait any longer.”

“That’s easy.” My fingers paused. “Hang on, this jumper is your favourite.”

“I don’t care,” he breathed. “Buy me a new one.”

“I’ll buy you ten.”

He leaned up to kiss me. “I want you to stay dressed, except the helmet. It’s hot, but I want to be able to see you.”

“Good because it’s kind of clunky.”

Oscar laughed. “That’s because it’s supposed to be practical, not sexy.”

Grinning back at him, I pulled it off and placed it carefully on the side table. It was new. I’d lost count of how many Oscar and I had broken now. They’d yet to invent a table solid enough to withstand us fucking on it.

“What else?” I muttered huskily, pulling him close and lowering my mouth to his. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I want you to spread me out on the bed and rim me,” he whispered against my lips. “I want to look down and see you between my thighs, worshipping me.”

Fuck. I loved that Oscar was confident and comfortable enough to tell me what he wanted. “I always worship you.”

“That’s true,” he said sweetly, “but now you’re a hot fireman who’s worshipping me.”

I chuckled, anticipation rising in the bond between us. It twined around the lust that had slammed in the second Oscar had spotted my getup.

Below it all, as always, was love—the never wavering current that linked us.

“Then when I can’t take it anymore,” he continued, his hands now pushing under the trousers to palm my arse, “I want you to pull me to the end of the bed and fuck me. Wearing all of this.”

“Great,” I said. “I’ve just got one detail to add.”

Easing out of his hold, I gestured for him to go back over to the tree. “Don’t panic—nothing will be damaged and you won’t get hurt.”

Amusement danced on Oscar’s face as he tilted his head at me. “What are you planning, Cal?”

“Just adding some realism.” I smirked. “Don’t forget to play the damsel.”

Backing out of the room, I waited until I heard Oscar move to where I’d indicated. Letting my power out, I cast smokeless and heatless flames into the room. It was little more than an elaborate light show.

Despite my reassurances, Oscar let out a squawk, his alarm echoing along the bond.

Not wanting him to worry, I burst into the room instantly. “Fire service! Call out!”

Maybe I’d also asked Leo for some pointers when I’d borrowed his uniform.

“Here,” Oscar called back. He was pressed back against a wall, his eyes wide. “Help! Please save me! Oh, the flames!”

I had to fight to stop myself grinning at his dramatics. Even when faced with the literal fires of Hell, he hadn’t reacted this much.

“I’ve got you,” I shouted back, letting the flames dance higher, proving Oscar wasn’t the only theatrical one in our relationship. “Just hold on.”

When I was close enough, I bent and hauled Oscar over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“My hero,” he cooed, his hands exploring my rear in a way that would definitely not be appropriate in real life. “You saved me.”

“All part of the job,” I said, pulling my power back and letting the flames die away.

“However can I repay you?” He squeezed my cheeks for emphasis.

Carrying him into the bedroom, I dropped him on the bed and towered over him. “I think you know exactly how to repay me, sweetheart.”

Oscar fluttered his eyelashes coyly. “Take whatever you need, sir. I’m all yours.”

With a growl, my hands went to the neckline of his jumper and tugged hard. “Do you go around offering your body to anyone who saves you?”

Oscar shuddered as the cool air hit his chest. “No. Just you. Only ever you.”

The bond swelled with love. To Oscar, I was the one who’d saved him. Little did he know, he’d saved me too.

His trousers and underwear were ripped off in the same fashion, the scraps tossed aside.

“Good,” I growled. “Now spread your legs for me and show me just how grateful you are.”

He did as I asked, whimpering when I hauled his legs up over my shoulders. With the jacket on, I imagined the sensation of his bare skin against the coarse material was adding another layer to the fantasy.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered before leaning forwards and licking a stripe up his cock. “This is you thanking me, remember? I’m going to take exactly what I want from you, and you’re not going to look away the whole time.”

Oscar’s dick twitched as he stared down at me through glassy eyes. “Okay.”

Spreading his cheeks with my hands, I wasted no time diving in. Oscar groaned as my tongue circled his hole, his hips bucking as I pushed it past that first ring of muscle.

“Cal,” he whined. “Oh fuck. This is so fucking hot.”

I grunted, not wanting to stop what I was doing. Pushing his thighs higher, I fucked my tongue deeper into him, loving the little whimpers and moans it drew from him.

The light stubble covering my face rubbed against the inside of Oscar’s cheeks. After he’d confessed that he loved feeling the burn it caused, I purposefully tried not to shave if I thought rimming was on the agenda.

Which it usually was. No matter how many times I did this to him, it was never enough.

His hole was loose and wet by the time his begging started. “Please, oh please, fuck me. I need it. Need you in me.”

Wiping my face on the duvet, I shoved the uniform trousers down to my ankles. Oscar might have wanted me to keep them higher, but I didn’t want to risk getting anything unsavoury on them. Leo might not be able to best me in a fight, but Ferry could. Once that was done, I reached under the bed for the lube we kept there. Oscar loved being taken on the edge of the bed, so having a bottle there was just convenient.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I reassured him, slathering up my cock and fingers. “Thirty seconds.”

“No,” he whined. “Now.”

I chuckled, pushing two digits inside of him. No amount of rimming was enough to replace actual prep, regardless of how Oscar might feel right now. He’d thank me later when he was still able to walk. Even with my healing abilities, a degree of care was still necessary.

Oscar moaned as I crooked my fingers and tapped his prostate. His legs were trembling on my shoulders now, hands pulling at the bedsheets.

When he was easily taking three fingers, I carefully removed them and hauled him down the bed another few inches. His legs slipped from my shoulders, instead going around my waist. “Ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” he moaned, his hips rocking. “Hurry, please.”

Lining myself up, I sank deep slowly. Putting my hands under his rear, I lifted Oscar’s lower half off the bed.

“This what you need?” I drawled, pulling my hips back before tunnelling forwards again. “Is this how you’re going to repay me for saving you?”

“Yes,” Oscar gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. “More. Please.”

Never one to leave him wanting, I surged forwards. Using my hold on his hips, I pulled him back and forth in time with my thrusts.

Once upon a time, I couldn’t imagine settling down with one person. I thought I’d get bored. That the sex would get old. Being with Oscar had shown me how ridiculous that notion was. The feeling of pushing inside him never got old. His hole wrapped around my cock like a glove, squeezing me insanely tight.

And that was nothing compared to his reactions. His moans were the most beautiful I’d ever heard, the flush on his cheeks perfection brought to life, the sheen on his skin begging for me to drink him down and never stop.

Through the bond, I felt him approaching the edge. I’d taken him close with the rimming, and now he was about to fall.

Lifting his hips higher, I pounded against his prostate. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

His answer was a long keening sound, like he’d lost the ability to speak.

A satisfied grin spread across my face. Fuck, I loved that I did this to him. Even after all these years, he enjoyed this just as much as I did.

The bond gave me a split-second warning, and then Oscar was coming with a cry. White liquid hit my abs, his hole constricting around my cock.

It was too much. I couldn’t last.

Slamming myself as deep as I could, I let go. My cock pulsed as I filled him, the orgasm seeming to last forever.

“Fuck,” Oscar wheezed when I finally started to soften. “Sod buying me a new jumper, I think you need to buy a fireman’s uniform of your own.”

I grinned down at my husband. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”