A Brac Pack Crazy Family Christmas 24 (6 page)

“Mine.” Storm growled as he dipped his head down, licking a path up Kyoshi’s back. His body was on fire for his mate, his mind spinning as Storm thrust harder inside of him. Kyoshi fragmented, his seed erupting as Storm pushed deeper. He shouted out his release as Storm grabbed his hips, fucking so hard that the damn thong started singing again.

Storm wrapped Kyoshi in his powerful arms as he bit into his shoulder, locking him in place as he slammed his cock into Kyoshi’s ass.

His mate reached under him, grabbing the thong and tugging at the stocking. He released Kyoshi’s neck as he crooned in his ear, “I love this thong, dragonfly.”

So much for destroying the damn thing.

Storm leaned back, pulling Kyoshi’s ass back as he slammed forward. His mate stiffened and then roared his release as he slowed his thrusts. Kyoshi collapsed on the bed as he tried to catch his breath.

“Promise me you’ll wear these as often as you can until Christmas,” Storm asked as he pulled his softening cock from Kyoshi.

Damn, damn, damn
. “I promise.” Now he was stuck with a singing cock. He sure would like to know who had left the thong.

* * * *

The elf snickered as he walked down the hallway, hearing the thong sing out its merry little tune. He’d show Kota for making him wear those damn tights that gave him a rash in unmentionable places.

He was going to make sure every one of the mates had a very
special
Christmas.

He waved his hand, multiplying the gifts Hawk had hidden for Johnny to find. He grinned as he walked down the hallway whistling…until he saw Blair.

The mate narrowed his eyes as he crooked a finger at the elf.

Fuck. He should have known better than to trust a wolf.

Micah and Oliver

Oliver grabbed his coat and hat from the closet as he raced from his bedroom. Micah wanted to go ice-skating. Oliver had never ice-skated before and was looking forward to it. How hard could it be, really? It was blades and ice, simple.

He was pretty good at rollerblading so this should be a snap.

The town had erected a rink down by the gazebo, and Oliver was dying to get out of the house. For one, he was bored out his mind and suffering from cabin fever. Also, there was no way he was sticking around for Maverick to shove a damn manuscript in his hand.

He shivered at the thought.

He had heard the other mates groaning about having to participate, but if Oliver was slick enough, he’d be able to avoid the alpha.

And Oliver considered himself pretty damn slick.

“Ready?” Micah asked as he held out his hand, standing in the foyer and waiting on Oliver. Oliver nodded as he quickly grabbed his mate’s hand, ready to get the hell out of there.

“Let’s go,” he said as he practically pulled his mate from the Den and out the front door.

“Whoa, what’s the rush, babe?” Micah asked as he reached behind him and closed the front door, looking back at Oliver curiously.

Oliver gave an all-over body shudder as he glanced back at the house, waving his hand. “I don’t want to be handed a damn role in the play.” He’d rather take on one hundred rogues than get put into a costume and stuck up on a stage.

Just the thought of wearing something frilly made his stomach roll.

Hell no!

Not happening!

Micah chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Oliver, giving him a tight hug before releasing him. “It’s not that bad. It’s for the kids.

You shouldn’t run from such a great opportunity.”

“Then you volunteer to be in it,” Oliver said as he walked across the lawn and then climbed into Micah’s truck and closed the door.

Micah climbed into the driver’s side, slamming his door and staring at him as if he had just cursed him out as he shook his head.

“Uh, no thanks. I’m too old to play baby Jesus.” Oliver laughed as he buckled his seatbelt and then turned to face his mate. “How about a goat?” He heard Kyoshi complaining about being a cow.

The mate said someone else was going to be a goat. Oliver prayed Maverick didn’t find him. He just couldn’t see himself playing a damn goat. He couldn’t see himself playing any damn thing. He was good at being in the audience. That was where he wanted to be when the play began on Christmas Day.

Micah reached over and grabbed Oliver’s hand, lacing their fingers together as he pulled from the gravel drive and headed into town.

As Micah pulled the truck into a parking spot, Oliver could hear the Christmas music playing over a loud speaker somewhere, filling the town with the Christmas spirit.

He glanced around to see the town decked out in holiday decorations. Even the lamp posts had red velvety ribbons adorning them.

Having such shitty Christmases growing up, Oliver adored this time of year now. Unlike his brother Blair who played scrooge every year, Oliver looked forward to the holidays.

Being mated to Micah only made them all the more special.

He jumped out and waited on Micah to join him. Oliver spotted the skate rental booth and pulled Micah along with him, excitement coursing through him like an overexuberant child. He was going to skate!

“You really do need to slow down,” Micah said as he reeled Oliver in. “We have all day to skate.” Oliver slowed, but not by much, as he walked over to the rental booth. He grabbed a pair of skates for himself and a pair for Micah.

He’d never been ice-skating before, so this should be really interesting. He prayed he didn’t fall on his ass and embarrass himself in front of the whole town. He saw little kids skating like pros and hoped he could do the same.

Micah sat on a bench, lacing the skates onto his feet. Oliver did the same, and then held on to his mate for dear life as he tiptoed over to the ice rink. He watched some skaters twirl around the rink, doing fancy moves and laughing. It didn’t look so hard. He was graceful on his feet. Oliver would have this mastered in no time.

“Now follow my lead,” Micah said as he grabbed Oliver’s hand.

Oliver stepped out onto the ice and wobbled a bit, but Micah was right there to steady him. “Relax.”

Oliver nodded and gripped Micah’s hand with both of his as he was pulled along. The music was festive as Oliver began to get the hang of skating. He grinned at his mate, giving him a thumbs-up as he skated along professionally…and then he started veering left. Micah grabbed him by his hips and veered him back onto the ice rink.

“I thought you were getting it?” Micah teased as he guided Oliver around the rink, pressing his chest into Oliver’s back.

“I thought I was, too,” Oliver said as he steadied himself. “Okay, I got it,” he said as he batted at Micah to let go.

Micah released him and Oliver began skating on his own again.

He twirled around, enjoying the freedom of skating…and then he veered left. Oliver threw his arms out, trying to paddle the air to bring himself back around. Micah chuckled as he skated back toward Oliver.

“It seems you have two left feet.”

Oliver had never had two left feet in his life. He could dance with the best of them. So why in the hell did he keep going left? He gritted his teeth as he grabbed Micah and slung himself to the right, lifting his skates and moving along smoothly, smiling at the small children who skated past him and waved…and then he veered left.

Oliver growled as he stared down at his skates, making sure he hadn’t rented two left skates.

That could be the problem, really.

Nope, they were the correct ones. He couldn’t understand what was going on. How the hell did he keep gravitating to his fucking left? Maybe the rink was on a slope of some sort. But Oliver knew that couldn’t be the case because everyone else was skating just fine.

It was just him who seemed to have the runaway skates.

Micah caught up with him, laughing as he twirled Oliver around, making him a bit dizzy. “It seems I can’t let you go.” He was determined to learn how to ice-skate. It couldn’t be that different from Rollerblading. He was a master at Rollerblading. This ice-skating thing wasn’t going to best him. No way.

There was no way he was going to give up. Oliver was determined now. “I got it,” he growled as he pushed away from his mate, skating around the rink. He was doing great, doing a few fancy moves…and then he veered left.

Oliver threw his hands out, trying to get back on track when he ran into a little girl, both of them falling down. Oliver fell hard on his ass, hurting it.

He glared up at his mate when Micah rushed over, chuckling as he helped the little girl up and then Oliver.

“Admit it. You’re no Grace Kelly on the ice.” Oliver swatted at his mate. “It’s not me. It’s these damn skates!”

“Sure it is,” Micah teased as he pulled his arms close to his body when Oliver swatted at him again. “Let’s go get some hot chocolate.

Maybe once you’re warm, you’ll be able to skate,” Micah said, laughing in between his words.

Oliver skated over to the concession stand with no problem. He couldn’t figure out what in the hell was going on. He shook his head as he accepted the hot cocoa from Micah, grateful for the warmth.

The temperature seemed to have dropped since coming here.

“You’ll get it, babe. Ever since I’ve known you, nothing bests you,” Micah said as he blew across the top of his hot drink.

“You think that of me?” Oliver asked in surprise. He had no clue that Micah felt that way about him.

“Sure. You’re the strongest man I know. You overcame your dad, went through counseling to help you deal with it. You take on anyone dumb enough to mess with your family, and you have a warrior’s heart. I couldn’t be prouder of the man you’ve become.” Oliver was
not
going to cry at the damn skating rink. He never knew Micah thought of him that way. It shocked him to know his mate respected him so much, especially after their shaky start.

Oliver wrapped his arms around Micah, kissing him on his cheek.

“Thank you.”

Micah smiled as he kissed Oliver back. “I love you. I can’t see myself with any other mate in the world.”

“You better not, or I’ll kick your ass with my two left feet.” He laughed.

Micah tossed his cup into the trash. “Come on, lefty. Let’s see if we can’t straighten you out.” His mate led him back onto the ice.

Oliver kicked out, skating like a pro. He was finally having a good time as he circled a few times around Micah. Nothing in the world felt as good as when he was with his mate. Micah was right. He had come a long way since he first arrived at the Den.

“Watch me!” Oliver laughed with delight as he twirled around a few times…and then he veered left.

Micah laughed as he grabbed Oliver, pushing him toward the rental booth. “I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day.” Oliver sat on the cold bench by the booth and kicked his skates off. “I’m telling you, it’s the skates!” Micah chuckled as he grabbed his skates and then Oliver’s, returning them to the rental booth. Oliver shoved his boots on, grumbling as he laced them up. It was the damn skates!

* * * *

The elf grinned as Oliver stomped over to the truck yelling about the cursed skates. He whistled as he as he walked away from the rink and disappeared.

* * * *

Micah opened the door, stepping aside to let his mate enter the Den. He had had a great time with Oliver today. Even his mate’s misdirection had made him laugh.

“There you are,” Maverick said as he approached them. He grinned when Oliver stiffened, shaking his head from side to side as he backed away. It was just a play. What was so bad about that?

Micah looked curiously at the alpha as he handed the script to Micah. “You want me to give this to Oliver?”

“Nope,” Maverick said as he walked away.

This time Oliver was the one laughing. “Are you the goat?” he asked as he held his side.

Micah looked down at the manuscript, flipping through the pages.

“No, I’m the narrator.” What the hell did he know about telling stories? Micah sucked at it. He couldn’t tell a story to save his life. He couldn’t tell a joke to save his life.

Why on earth would Maverick make him the narrator?

“At least you’re not the goat.” Oliver snickered and then his eyes widened as Micah chased him up the stairs. He squealed when Micah grabbed him around the waist, hauling him off of his feet.

“Put me down, narrator.”

Micah growled as he put Oliver on his feet. “Get naked, because I’m going to fuck you until you have two right feet.” Oliver laughed and raced to undress, but Micah beat him as he flipped onto the bed, crooking a finger at Oliver. Micah licked his lips as he watched his mate crawl slowly up the apex of his legs. Oliver’s tongue trailed up Micah’s inner thighs as he heard his mate moan.

The tip of his tongue snaked out over Micah’s balls then traced a path, circling under and around, sucking one in at a time.

“Fuck, Oliver,” Micah groaned, spreading his legs further apart.

He nipped his way down Micah’s side, lapping a trail back up.

Oliver leaned back down and sucked Micah’s cock into his mouth.

“Shit!” Micah yelled as his hips left the bed. His mate had mastered sucking his cock, and Micah loved when he showed off his skills. He was so aroused that his cock actually hurt. Micah couldn’t take it any longer. “Come here,” Micah said as he pulled Oliver around, making his mate straddle his face.

Micah separated his mate’s cheeks, lapping at his perineum as he slid a saliva-soaked finger into Oliver’s ass. Oliver keened around his cock, sending vibrations down Micah’s shaft. He groaned as he lapped a few more times, and then took Oliver to the back of his throat.

Oliver sucked harder as Micah pushed his finger a little further in, massaging his balls and sucking on his cock. He knew his mate wasn’t going to last much longer. He never did when Micah laid it on him like this.

Micah slid another finger in, grazing Oliver’s sweet spot, making his mate shout around his cock as his seed splashed to the back of Micah’s throat.

He quickly pulled Oliver off of him, twisted his mate around, and plunged his cock deep into Oliver’s ass. His mate was crying out as Micah grabbed his hips and thrust harder. “Do you still want that ice cream cone?” he asked.