Christmas with the Alpha (Alma Venus Shifter Brides 4.50)

The wood cabin was nestled in the mountains, surrounded by green firs and rocky slopes, its roof completely covered in a thick layer of snow. Long icicles were hanging from its eaves, and Avelyn made a mental note to avoid them. She was a hybrid, and if she got hurt, she’d heal almost instantly, but the thought of one of those huge icicles falling and scratching or stabbing her made her shudder. They were pretty, but a tad too dangerous for her taste. Her blue eyes moved from the wintery ornaments of doom to the smoke coming out of the chimney. She smiled. Kevin had made the fire before leaving back for the Schloss. So thoughtful of him.

“You cold?”

Max hugged her from behind.

She shook her head.

“Nope. Don’t believe the coat and the boots. I could have left them at home, really, but it’s Christmas. It doesn’t feel right walking around in summery clothes just because I’m a hybrid and I can’t feel the cold.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.” He looked down at himself. “Hope I’m not ruining the mood.”

Avelyn turned to face him. For a second, she got lost in his deep, green eyes. It was amazing how they’d been together for ten years, had three children, and Max looked like he hadn’t aged a day. The perks of being a wolf-shifter. Well, the same applied to her thanks to her hybrid blood, but that wasn’t important. What was important right then and there was that her Max looked so sexy and gorgeous that she felt the impulse to jump his bones in the snow. His wide shoulders, strong chest, thick biceps… Avelyn couldn’t get enough of his body. And now that they were away from the world, at a cabin where their wolf pups couldn’t hear them, they could finally relax and enjoy each other like in the days when their only concern was what new position to try.

“Oh, you’re fine,” she whispered.

He was wearing a checkered shirt, blue jeans, and mountain boots. He hadn’t bothered with a winter coat. In fact, Avelyn wasn’t sure he even owned one.

She pulled at his shirt and captured his lips in a hot, passionate kiss. She could lose herself in him, in his embrace, in the warmth radiating off his body. She opened her mouth, and moaned when his tongue sought hers. His big hands were in her wavy red hair, pulling, caressing, then all over her back, arms, and hips. She loved it when Max lost control and allowed himself to touch her possessively, claim her, and fuck her until neither of them could move anymore. Lately, they hadn’t had nearly enough opportunities to have proper sex.

Max broke the kiss, looked her in the eyes, and lifted her off the ground. Once her legs were secured around his waist, he took her to the cabin, kicked the door open, then threw her onto the king-sized bed.

“Wait,” she said breathlessly. “This was supposed to be romantic.” She kicked her boots off, got rid of her winter coat, then started pulling at her clothes. She couldn’t get them off fast enough.

“Fuck romantic.”

Max unbuttoned his shirt, but didn’t bother to take it off completely. He unzipped his jeans, and groaned at the delicious feeling of finally freeing his hard cock. He’d been struggling with a monster of an erection since they’d left the Schloss one hour before.

Gladly, as a hybrid, Avelyn was just as fast as he was. She was now lying on top of the covers, in the expensive lingerie set Max himself had chosen. The black, lacey bra pulled her big breasts up, making them look even rounder and fuller, the tiny panties barely covered her curvy, generous hips, and the black corset made her waist look thin, and gave her whole body the perfect hourglass shape so many women were crazy about. Avelyn already had an hourglass figure, so the corset only enhanced her beautiful curves.

“You look…” He licked his lips and climbed on top of her. He was at a loss for words. “Baby, you look…”

Avelyn grinned. She grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly, confidently. He was so turned on that beads of pre-cum gathered at the slit as she rubbed him. Her own pussy was soaked, her tight passage throbbing with the desire to be filled.

“Sexy?” she offered. “Hot?” She stuck her tongue out and licked his lips. “Edible?”

He growled low in his chest. His whole body was trembling, his inner beast urging him to turn her around and take her from behind.

“Fuckable. You look like a beautiful, fertile, fuckable, divine

goddess.”

“Mmm… Baby, then maybe you should worship me, first. Fuck me after.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He took another moment to admire her luscious curves, then moved down her body and positioned himself between her legs. Slowly, teasingly, he rolled the lacey panties down to her ankles, then took them off completely and dropped them on the floor. He closed his eyes and inhaled her sweet, intoxicating scent. She smelled like his soul mate, like the mother of his children, and the woman he wanted to spend his entire life with. She smelled like home.

Avelyn arched her back and moaned when she felt Max’s tongue trace a wet, warm line from her dripping entrance to her hard clit. She needed this so badly. Grabbing on to the sheets and pillow for dear life, she reminded herself she was allowed to scream, cry, and moan here. She could speak dirty, laugh, and ask her husband to give it to her harder and faster, because there was no one to hear her. Not for miles and miles of show-covered land. There was no way she was holding herself back now. Who knew when she’d get another chance to enjoy herself so fully and shamelessly?

Max buried his tongue deep inside her, and growled at the rich taste of her pussy. When he went up to trace circles around her clit, he made sure his fingers filled her, keeping her warm, wet, and ready for his cock. It didn’t take much to throw her off the edge. He kept licking and sucking her throbbing nub as she screamed his name and wrapped her trembling legs around him, keeping him trapped exactly where she needed him.

Avelyn stared at the white ceiling for a long minute before letting Max go. Allowing herself to ride her orgasm like that felt like such a release. But she needed more, now. Much more.

“Come here.”

She pulled at his unbuttoned shirt.

“Fuck me. I need your cock inside me. Now.”

Max grinned, grabbed her waist, and rolled her over. She did more than surrender. She propped herself up on her elbows and pushed her hips against his crotch. He still had his pants on, but it somehow made the whole thing hotter and dirtier.