“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she whispers, her breath a warm cloud between us. “Just enough…”
I capture her mouth again, unable to resist the invitation in her words. My hands find their way under her jacket, feeling the warmth of her skin through her sweater.
Under the northern lights. The place I love most, with my fated mate, “I can’t think of anything more perfect.”
“We need to keep you warm,” I murmur, tucking the blanket more securely around her shoulders.
Her hands reach for my belt. “I think you can manage that.”
I help her, freeing myself just enough—shrugging my pants down around my hips while she shimmies out of her own while remaining under the blankets. The logistics are complicated but somehow perfect—intimate and urgent all at once.
She straddles me once more, and I wrap the blankets over us, creating a cocoon of warmth.
She’s slick with arousal as I feel her grind against me. Her wet heat slides up and down my shaft, coating me in her vanilla-clove slick. My cock throbs against her as she moves, eager to be devoured.
She must be as desperate as I am because the teasing lasts only a few seconds before the heat of her surrounds me, a perfect comfort against the cold night air.
She lets out a small gasp as she lowers herself down to my knot, letting herself slowly stretch around my girth. I feel her contracting around me as her body adjusts and pleasure courses through my whole body.
Melody’s soft, lust-filled gaze meets my own, and she lifts her hips ever so slowly until she reaches my tip, then drops her body fully back onto me. Her gasp turns into a moan that echoes across the clearing as my knot presses against her entrance.
“Fuck,” I breathe, overwhelmed by the sensation. “You feel incredible.”
She rocks against me, a slow, deliberate rhythm that has me seeing stars that rival the aurora above us. The blanket cocoon traps our body heat, creating a pocket of warmth in the frigid night air.
“Everett,” she whispers my name like a prayer, her eyes locked on mine as she moves. “Please—I need your knot.”
Hearing those words activates my most primal instincts. I cup her face, bringing her forehead to rest against mine. “Look at me, Melody. I want to see your eyes when you take it.”
She does, her blue eyes wide and vulnerable as I grip her hips in both hands, trying to steady myself. She presses her warmth down over my knot while maintaining eye contact. It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, watching her pupils blow wide likethat. I can feel her tightness stretching around me, opening up to take all of me, sucking my knot inside.
“You’re mine,” I growl, unable to contain the possessive alpha instinct any longer. “My omega.”
“Yes,” she breathes, her pace stuttering. “Yours.”
Locked together like this, she comes apart in my arms. The pleasure on her face is the most exquisite thing I’ve ever witnessed—more stunning than any light show nature could produce. It sends me over the edge with her. Emptying myself into her, I bury my face against her neck to muffle my roar.
For long moments, we stay joined, our panting breath mingling in white clouds between us. The northern lights continue their dance overhead, but I can’t tear my eyes from Melody’s face.
Mine.
27
Melody
“Look at you!” I exclaim, stepping back to admire my handiwork. “You’re absolutely gorgeous!”
Oxford preens, tossing his head and striking a pose. His teeth peek through in what looks remarkably like a smile, his two front ones endearingly crooked. He’s never looked so happy.
I hear the front door open. The guys are back.
“Perfect timing,” I tell Oxford. “Let’s go show you off.”
“Gentlemen,” I announce, “may I present the newly pampered and pristine Oxford the magnificent.”
The guys all turn in unison, eyes widening at the sight of Oxford.
After a thorough wash in the master suite’s bathroom and a dry, I’ve spent the last two hours brushing him until his coat was all untangled and fluffy. He’s practically glowing with pride, standing taller than I’ve ever seen him, clearly basking in the makeover.