A Kategan Alphas Christmas Special: Featuring Vane and Sarina (The Kategan Alphas Book 7) (4 page)

No
matter how hard she tried, her breaths turned into pants and her nipples
tightened into unbearable points as her stomach muscles clenched roughly. Her
hips started thrusting faster as her fingers delved over her needy bud rapidly.

“Ah,
hell,” he cursed darkly, voice sounding like he’d chewed nails and spit them
out. “You’re not
gonna
last another minute,” he
gritted out.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
she panted, her mouth falling open.

Sure
enough, he was right.
As usual.

Her
sex began to ripple with ecstasy. Steady, sucking trembling sensations that
grew in wavelength and strength until she was riding Vane like a bull rider at
a tournament. Cries escaped her as she furiously rubbed her little bud. Vane’s
strong hands guided her hips roughly, all the while grunting and urging her
movements on.

Sarina
came in an explosion that blinded her. She cried out, squeezing Vane’s pec in a
biting grip as her muscles bore down on him and shook and shook and shook. He
didn’t try to mute her cries. He didn’t try to stop her. He simply kept pumping
her hips against his to prolong the pleasure.

“Gonna…aww,
fuck.
Yeeeeeah!
” Vane grunted.

And
then she felt it. Thick, pulsating sensations throbbing inside her. His cock
swelled in that oh-so-familiar way. Vane’s grip became nearly bruising as he
held onto her, his hips surging against hers as he came in thick, jetting
bursts inside her.

Sarina
laughed wildly, completely out of breath, dazed and blissfully happy. “There it
is.”

Her
mate laughed richly, his eyes still unable to open. “I’d say so. I haven’t come
that hard in a while.”

Leaning
down, she kissed his cheek. “That’s because you haven’t finished inside me in
that long.”

“Didn’t
realize I’ve been missing out. I can’t move a muscle.”

Delighted
to no end, Sarina snuggled him and closed her eyes. Already exhaustion came
over her from a very long day.

“Are
we going to sleep down here?” she asked before letting loose a big yawn.

“Yeah,
I don’t think I could make it upstairs if I wanted to.” He rolled over and
pulled her against his body.

“Fine
with me but don’t forget,” she reminded him, “we have to go to Rome and
Alicia’s place tomorrow for the after-Christmas Christmas party.”

He
groaned lousily. “Do we have to?”

Laughing,
she nodded. “Yes, we have to. You’re the Alpha of the pack, aren’t you?”

“Times
like this I don’t want to be.”

“I
know, baby, but you look so cute in your snowman sweaters.”

Growling,
Vane tickled her and kissed her roughly until they both calmed down.

And
that’s how she fell asleep on Christmas night.

Chapter Five

Sarina’s
eyelids fluttered open. Judging by the crackle of the fireplace and the hands
roaming over her body, and the sun having yet to grace her windows, she figured
it was still deep into Christmas night. And Vane was obviously quite
up
and ready.

His
hands molded her breasts and his mouth engulfed her nipple to suck and pull.
“Sorry to wake you,” he grumbled against her flesh. His voice expressed that he
was clearly not sorry in the least. “Gotta get inside you,
lumara.
Been sitting here for an hour, driving me crazy with your
scent.”

“A
whole hour and you managed to only make me until now?” She was immensely
impressed his patience.

“Didn’t
know if I should enter you, then wake you or wake you, then enter you.”

Turning
her onto her side, Vane pressed his warm chest against her back and lifted her
left leg up and over his own. Moaning at his sensuous touch, Sarina closed her
eyes and let the pleasure come. Now it was Vane’s turn to do all the work, so
to speak.

“I
see you finally made a decision,” she replied breathlessly.

On
a groan he squeezed his hard cock inside her tight sheathe. She was still wet
and damp. Instantly nerve-ending shot awake and her breath caught.

“Yeah,
I did.” His voice was but a grunt of masculine sound.

His
thrusts were driving and thorough. His hips slapped against her cheeks making
an erotic sound to her ears. His heavy breaths panted in her ear, spurring her
on even further.

“If
you want a baby, I’m going to have to start coming in you all the time.”

That
sounded like a promise if ever she heard one. Giggling, she smiled and told him
she agreed.

“Good,
because we’re starting right now,” he told her.

He
held her hip in his hand and cradled his other arm around her body to play
sporadically with her breast, as if it was an after thought. His cock was a
tight fit, shooting like a piston in and out of her. At times his mouth would kiss
her neck or tilt her chin so he could kiss her ear. Other times he’d rub her smooth
pussy or trail his palm over her stomach or squeeze her bottom.

“Oh,
Vane,” she cried out softly.

His
heavy sac slapped against her wet
pussy
as his
movements grew more urgent. “Missed finishing inside you like this,” he said
darkly.

Somehow
she managed to speak over her impending orgasm, which he orchestrated himself
one-handed via her clit. “Don’t forget about that party today. Can’t sleep in,”
she panted.

“Gonna
come in you before, during, and after that party,” he promised wickedly.

Oh
my.

Moaning
behind her, Vane held her tight and rubbed her tender bud in that slow, sure
way he liked to. It took only seconds before her hips surged against him. Cries
flew from her
mouth
as muscles in her body tensed all
at once, then spasms broke throughout her body in a fiery explosion.

“That’s
it,” he crooned.

Slap, slap, slap,
his
hips pummeled her bottom rapidly. His long, hard cock worked its way through
her milking muscles as her body squeezed and stroked him. His breath turned
harsh and erratic. Then she felt him engorge, thickening. Crying out at the
inevitable, Sarina moaned when it finally came.

Shoving
deep, Vane mindlessly thrust in hammering strikes, his cock shooting his seed
deep into her, drenching her walls and soaking her core. Out of breath he
grunted and panted in her ear as his shaft jerked inside her. It was as if he
was putting the fire out inside of her. Groaning loudly, he squeezed her hip
and shoved deeply one last time as the last pulses spent coated her inner walls.

They
fell asleep locked together in each other’s embraces, both blissfully happy.

Merry Christmas indeed.

Chapter Six

Epilogue

The
following day Vane, Sarina, and Vince were filled with eggnog and apple cider
while shoveling down cheese and crackers by the plateful at Rome Kategan’s home.
The whole family was
there
, plus a few friends of the
family. Holiday music played an upbeat tempo in the background. The kitchen
table was laden with finger foods, cookies, and pies. There would be no formal
meal today on the day after Christmas. This was about gathering with loved
ones, playing games, and sharing fun stories.

Vince
was currently swept up in Vera Kategan’s arms. Judging by the baby-loving gaze
she had for him, it’d only be a matter of time until she too had a little one
of her own.

As
Alpha of the Kategan pack, Vane had never felt more at peace or more pleased.
He sat back with his mate near his side and took in all the glowing smiles with
a secret grin of his own. Sarina was right, of course. Adding to their family
would only bring more joy to them all in the end. No matter what could go
wrong, he couldn’t live the rest of his life based off fearful notions. Plus,
look at how happy his mate was. She was practically glowing tonight. Her smile
was intoxicating, her eyes glowing like gems, and her laughter infectious.

Giving
him a peck on the cheek, Sarina headed off to grab a glass of eggnog and chat
with the women. It was difficult not to be merry during such joyous times. Even
the ever-dour vampire Dmetri Demidov appeared to have a faint grin fastened at
his mouth.

Naturally,
Vane found his gaze floundering back to his mate. The love he felt for her was
so intense, it brought out powerful emotions he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to
give her anything she needed, to protect her at all costs, to love her tenderly
and forever. He was a privileged man. That’s for damn sure. Without her, he
wouldn’t be standing here happy as a damn clown wearing a stupid sweater and
drinking cider.

Life
wouldn’t be the same without her.

Then,
a commotion happened at the kitchen table—a glass of wine was knocked
over. As the women burst out laughing, Sarina hurriedly grabbed a washcloth and
knelt down at the floor to wipe up the dripping mess. She covered her mouth to
stifle the laughter, but it was no use—they were all guffawing.

Vane
just happened to see his mate’s ample ass through that dress. Damn. His jeans
suddenly became constricting. He told himself this wasn’t the place for that,
even if his mate had decided to wear a provocative dress. A thought struck him.
Late last night he had in fact told Sarina he would have her before, during and
after the party.

Well,
he’d already had her before….

Vanessa,
poorly trying to stop laughing, sauntered into the living room. “Okay, fellas,
seems us ladies need a break from the kitchen.”

“Or
from the wine,” her mate Brayden grumbled, drawing forth several masculine
chuckles.

“Ha
ha,” she responded slowly. “As a matter of fact, it’s game time anyway.
Everyone congregate around!”

A
board game was broken out.

Seeing
his opportunity, Vane found Sarina wringing out the washcloth in the sink. They
were all alone in the kitchen. Stepping up behind her, he cupped her sweet,
tender bottom and bent low to her ear as she perked up. “I need you,” he told
her.

Laughing,
she winked at him. “I know you do.”

She
didn’t get it. He squeezed her ass meaningfully. That seemed to get her
attention. “No,
lumara
, I told you
last night I’d have you. And I need you…inside you…now before I make an
embarrassing mistake in my pants.”

“You’re
that excited?” Why she sounded surprised, he had no clue. Her breasts look
large and in charge in her red Christmas dress and she wore an adorable Santa
hat to top it all off. He saw her pull on the red-and-white thong this morning
while getting dressed. All he’d have to do is pull it down and he could be
inside her.

He
pressed his hips against her to prove his excitement. Breathless, she turned
around, wide-eyed, but he didn’t hear any immediate protests, which gave him
some hope this might actually happen.

“But
why?” she asked.

He
arched one eyebrow and looked down at his mate. Of course, what he couldn’t
tell her with words, as he wasn’t a poet, that’s for sure, was that it wasn’t
just some pretty dress that had him riled up. Fact was
,
he was excited to have another child. He was happy to be pleasing his wife and
to have things back on common ground. And he liked to live up to his promises,
one of which he’d made last night.

But
he didn’t know how to explain all that to her, so he simply bent low to her ear
and whispered another truth. “I love you,
lumara
.
Let’s go make a baby girl.”

Breathless,
she nodded and bit her lip as she contemplated for a moment. “Meet me in the
downstairs bathroom in the basement.” She snuck off quietly as laughter and
groans came from the living room.

“Board
games are for humans,” Dmetri intoned dryly.

Waiting
only a few seconds, Vane headed after her.

Hard
and ready for her, he knew this would be quick but oh-so-satisfying.

He
heard her giggle and quickened his step. Peering over her shoulder, she spotted
him and rushed into the bathroom. He joined her only seconds later. He barely
managed to close the door and lock it, when he felt her hands on him, eagerly
yanking down his zipper and grabbing his cock.

He
bit back a groan at her eagerness.

“We
have to hurry,” she whispered. “And we can’t be loud.”

She
stroked him and he pulled her into his arms for a smoldering kiss. His hands
ran over her body, lovingly tracing curves he had memorized and which never
failed to entice him. When she began pumping his cock in that meaningful way,
he knew she was ready.

He
spun her around to face the sink. She grabbed hold over it and peered over her
shoulder at him as he flung her dress up to her hips. Sure enough the sweet
creamy globes of her ass were bared for him, save for a meager strap of red
cloth clinging between her dainty cheeks. He palmed those warm cheeks, spread
them wide and slapped each for good measure. She rose up on her toes as her
neck twisted around as he tormented her.

He
pulled her roughly back against him and slid his hands under the top of her
dress to cup her heavy breasts. Meanwhile she began rubbing her soft cheeks
against his cock, up and down, up and down until his cock fell into the crease
of her ass and he began to leak pre-come.

Shit.
He wanted to savor this but he was already wasting precious time. People would
notice them being gone. They had to hurry.

Quickly,
he hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down until they pooled around
her high heels. She opened her stance and bent forward, anticipating what was
to come.

Grabbing
his cock in one hand, the other holding her shoulder in place, he speared
through her wet folds to moisten the tip of his cock.

“Hurry,
Vane! Please!” she whispered fiercely.

That’s
all he needed to hear.

He
drove inside on a rocking thrust, which lifted her up to her toes. She cried
out, only to slap a hand across her mouth to stifle the sound.

She
was wet, tight as a fist, and welcoming. And he was in heaven.

He
pumped her full, in and out in a pace meant for only one thing—coming.

Their
heavy breaths gassed the air as the wet sounds of their lovemaking teased his
ears. His heavy sac slapped her wet pussy in a sensation he loved all too much.
His fingers bit into her shoulder.

Upstairs
he heard more guffaws of laughter and glasses clinking together in a toast.

Grabbing
hold of her hips, Vane hammered into her moist pussy with mindless strokes.
Sarina trembled, her harsh breathing spurring him on until he was biting his
lip to keep from coming too soon. He needed her to finish first, but
fuck
, he was about to blow any second.
She was too tight, too beautiful, too everything. Her stifled cries were so
soft and sexy they drove him completely mad!

And
then she squeezed the sink tightly as her face flushed a deep shade of red.
That’s when it began—the twitching, milking sensations over his
cock—like little fingers tugging him to completion as she came apart. She
struggled to keep quiet, which only made him hotter.

His
lip nearly burst open he bit down on it so hard. Instead he plunged harder. The
sounds he made couldn’t be denied. He was groaning loudly but he couldn’t stop
himself nor slow down, even though the smacking noises as their bodies met were
distinguishably noticeable.

Her
orgasm continued in drugging pulls. Vane caught his mate by both shoulders and
fucked her sweet pussy mindlessly. Her body, as always, milked the come from
his sac. Barely managing to hold back a shout, he tunneled his cock in and out
of her and started coming in jerky, long spurts. He panted, his entire body
twitching as his cock blew again and again and again into her welcoming heat. Her
orgasm wrung the come from him, pulling his seed deep from his balls and into
her body.

Somehow
he new, this one had taken. This one would plant the seed for their baby girl.

Gasping,
they slowed the pace. The last vestiges of his orgasm had his hips jerking one
last time. Lovingly, he turned is mate and kissed her, hands running over each
other’s bodies in the sweet aftermath.

They
didn’t have long to bask in the pleasure. They righted their clothes, kissed
quickly and headed back upstairs in short order. Vane took a few extra minutes
in the kitchen alone, tossing back a few glasses of nog, before he headed into
the living room with Sarina and the rest of the gang.

He
knew what he expected. Pointed fingers, fixed stares, and disgusted
glances—yet he received none of that as he took his place at his mate’s
side. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed.

The
board game was in full force as a die was rolled and cards turned over. The
whole family was happy as can be. Vane wrapped his arm around his mate and
whispered one last thing in her ear.

“Here’s
to a baby girl, sweetheart. I love you.”

Smiling
up at him she whispered back. “It’s Violet.”

His eyebrow quirked.
Violet? He rolled the name through his mind before slowly nodding. He placed
his hand over her belly and smiled at her. “Violet it is.”

“Merry
Christmas, Vane.”

“Merry
Christmas, Sarina.”