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“You said you love Christmas, so, I figured I’d do something special for you.” “You’re amazing,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his, breathing him in.
“The princess shall have what the princess wants,” Damien says, grabbing the chainsaw from the sled. “Don’t be a brat.” “Shut up,” I say under my breath. Without warning, Damien grabs my jaw, tracing his gloved thumb over my lips. “What was that?” he asks, staring at me with piercing blue eyes, leaving my knees weak. “You’re the best,” I playfully murmur, lustfully gazing up at him. “Daddy.” “Yeah.” He crookedly grins, leaning into me. “That’s what I thought.”
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say. Micah turns back to look at me. “I don’t know about that,” he replies. “Okay. Name one thing more beautiful than this.” His hand grips my thigh, just above my knee. “You, Quinn,” he tells me. “You.”
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Fucking take it. Take this cock like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” he snarls behind his mask, eyes narrowed. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”
“This is our first Christmas Eve together,” I point out, my eyes searching his. “And many more to come,” he says, his voice promising.
“You were always ours,” Damien sharply breathes, tightening his hold on me. “Let’s make that very clear.”
“I never expected us to end up together.” “You were bound to be with us, Quinn,” Jensen says, intertwining his fingers through mine, kissing the back of my hand.
“We’ve lived in darkness for so long,” Damien says, grazing his lips against the crook of my neck, trailing down to my collarbone. “You are the only light we have.”
Tis the season for giving, and especially receiving.
The silence is deafening. My heart is drumming wildly. Until unexpectedly, the door opens once more. Damien, Jensen, and Micah all stand before me wearing Santa hats. Santa hats, only. My nipples pucker at the festive sight. Holy, not so silent, night.
“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the strand of lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that—” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.”
I’ll hunt this guy down. I’ll find him. And I’ll rip his fucking throat out with my teeth.
“You know I’d never bail on her.”
“I’d do anything for her.”
We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones. Anything for Quinn.
I fuck her without any shred of emotion. I fuck her like I hate her. But, oh God, how I…
“Now be a good little slut, and fucking come for me,” I command, rocking my hips as I thrust into her mercilessly. “Before I carve each of our initials into your skin as an infinite reminder of who you belong to.”
She holds onto me so tight, like I’m the only solid thing in her universe.
“Do what you want with me,” he breathes. “For you, I’ll do anything.” Jensen joins in, kneeling beside him, vulnerably gazing up at me. “Anything,” he agrees.
“Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. With you, we have no boundaries.”
“But I didn’t get you guys anything—” “You’ve already given us something,” Micah objects. Sheepishly grinning, I shake my head in disbelief. “What did I give you?” “You,” Damien states, as a blush settles on my cheeks. “You gave us you.” “And you’re the best damn gift,” Jensen says,
“You did this,” I begin, setting the box back onto the nightstand. “For me?” His eyes burn into mine. “I’d do anything for you.”
