“What? We can’t just… spend all our time in bed.”

  “Oh yes we can.” Mateo took my hand and brought it to his lips. “In the hotel, you and me…”

  “But if we miss our connecting flight.”

  “We won’t. I need you inside me, mi Padre.” Mateo covered my hand with his and captured my lips. When he forced his tongue inside my mouth, I’d suddenly forgotten where we were.

  I groaned into his embrace, moving my hands to his shoulders to bring him close. If we were alone, I would’ve yanked him onto my lap to feel his heated flesh against mine.

  “Mateo.” I whispered into his mouth and nuzzled the space under his nostrils. “Behave.”

  Mateo pulled back, eyes widened. “Sorry, my alpha. But at least you know how I feel, right? How I must have you close when we arrive. We could do a lot in twenty hours.”

  “We could, but it’s best to save it. Now. There’s the pearl museum called the Robert Wan, and I must see the Notre Dame Cathedral. There are also a couple of art galleries.”

  “Or I could spend the duration licking you from head to toe.” Mateo leaned in close, taking my earlobe between his lips.

  “There is that, but I want to sightsee. Believe me, I’m all yours in Bora Bora, but remember what the old adage says about absence makes the heart grow fonder,”

  “Yes, and the blue balls bigger.” Mateo laughed, still toying with my ear,

  I happened to glance at the couple across the way again, who chuckled at Mateo’s statement.

  I supposed I’d have to just accept that my omega would go out of his way to be naughty. Even my alpha voice didn’t stop Mateo from stating his true feelings.

  Chapter Two

  Mateo

  As expected, San Francisco was a quick trip for us. We only left the airport for an hour to grab lunch, then went right back to wait for our plane. This next stage of the flight would be the longest at a little over ten hours to get to Papette, French Polynesia. Too bad I couldn’t convince Lance to corner me in the bathroom, but he wasn’t having it.

  We both woke up at about two in the morning. About halfway to our destination. I looked up at my alpha, with apologetic eyes. “Sorry for drooling on you.”

  “No worries, love.” Lance kissed my head. “You can drool on me whenever you want. You are my husband after all.”

  I loved hearing Lance call me that. I took his hand into mine and brought it to my lips. “I am, mi Padre. We should try to get more Z’s to save energy, hmm?”

  “We could…” Lance licked his lips. “Or we could share a few kisses.”

  “Kisses lead to more, my alpha. If you kiss me, I’ll drag your fine ass to the bathroom.”

  Lance smiled wide. “You know what? Humor me. I want to see if your bark matches your bite. What would you do?”

  “You question me now, mi Padre?”

  “Why not? We’re stuck about thirty thousand feet up in the air, and you can’t do anything.” Lance chuckled and eyed me. “Tell me, Mateo. If you had the chance…”

  Willing to take his challenge, I swiped my tongue over my top lip. “Mi Padre, do you not know I’m the king of dirty talk?”

  “I do, but I want to see just how dirty.”

  I smiled. “Ah, Lance.” I leaned in and ran my tongue over his ear, then blew breath over it. “I wanna ride you for hours, until I hurt, and you coat my insides with cum. Pummel me until you split me in two. Can you imagine, your cock in my ass while I’m screaming your name? For hours, mi Padre. I could go on and on, but you should know omegas are skilled at this sort of thing.”

  Lance blushed and dropped his gaze. “Oh wow, maybe…”

  “Maybe?” I cocked an eyebrow.

  “I believe that might’ve been a bad idea. Jesus, I am…”

  “Hard?” I leaned in and nuzzled his nose with mine.

  “I…” Lance exhaled and squeezed my leg. “I really am. Perhaps we should…”

  “Yes. When we get to Papeete. Check into a hotel for a bit?”

  Lance nodded and captured my lips inside his.

  Immediately, my dick jerked under my pants and heat crept over my skin. If he kept this up, I might be tempted to go rub one off. Being so late, I could finish with no one bothering me.

  Lance pulled back, eyes wide. “You are so naughty, Mateo. What happens when I go back to work, hmm? I can already tell you won’t behave when I’m in the pulpit.”

  To give him more ideas, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.

  Lance was totally right about me not behaving, but I’d try so he could get through the sermons.

  Lance inched away, still smiling. “God. Kissing you is incredible.”

  “Does it make you want to take me?” I tangled my fingers in his hair.

  “Yes, but we can’t. Save it for Papeete.” His blue gaze held me in place while he spoke in his big voice.

  I sighed and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Might have to make a trip to the bathroom.”

  “Oh? You have to use the restroom?”

  “No. Not for what it’s intended for, anyway.” I flashed him a wry smile and pecked his lips.

  “Ah Mateo. Cut that out, hmm? Is the heat that close?”

  “Well it is, but also, us spending this time kissing…”

  “Then we should stop if it’s making you hot.”

  “Oh, it is, but I don’t want to. Besides, almost the whole plane is asleep,” I whispered, inching in close. I darted my tongue in between his lips again.

  Lance groaned and clasped my hand tight inside his as we shared another kiss. “Mateo.”

  “Is that to tell me to stop?” I hoped it wasn’t because I could go on kissing him for long periods without stopping.

  “No. Just wanted to say your name.” Lance gripped my chin, pulling me in.

  Although I was sweating through my clothes, I wouldn’t refuse kisses from my alpha. Besides that, how many chances would I get for PDA with him where he wasn’t concerned about who would see?

  Perhaps now I’d convinced him that any tourist trips could be put off until we got back for the return flight to San Francisco.

  Sightseeing be damned. I needed my alpha in me as soon as possible.

  * * * *

  Lance

  If riding on the plane with my hot omega husband was hard, the car trip proved to be more difficult. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t resist touching or kissing with Mateo. At some point I’d need to get a grip. How would I work with so much distraction?

  Now though, it wouldn’t be a concern. We were on our honeymoon, thankfully, on our way to the hotel to enjoy the day in bed.

  When the cab driver dropped us off, he saluted us. I supposed he enjoyed our public display of affection in the backseat. Nothing more than kissing, but it left me breathless and aroused beyond belief. With this going on, I wouldn’t feel bad about missing the chance to see Papeete’s sights.

  The moment I closed the door, I dropped our bags on the side and leaned against it, yanking Mateo into me. As I crushed his lips with mine, Mateo worked on my shirt buttons while I fiddled with his jeans. When I got them loose, I slid them from his waist along with his boxer briefs. I ran my hand over his tight flesh which was already slick and ready for me. I couldn’t wait to enter him as both of us wanted. Although it had been almost two days since we’d made love, it seemed like a lot longer.

  “Lance… oh God.” Mateo spoke against my lips, dragging my shirt from my shoulders. Like a man possessed, Mateo leaned in, biting my rosary beads. Once he let those go, he nibbled on my neck and swiped his tongue over my Adam’s apple on down to my collarbone. While tasting me, Mateo worked on my jeans.

  Feeling his teeth graze my skin, I drew in a breath. The pressure on my groin increased and my skin prickled. “Holy…” I bared my throat to him with my hand still caressing his thighs. I raked his locks with my other hand, rubbing them between my fingers. “Mateo. Oh God, Mateo.”

  “Yes, mi Padre. Do you want me to suck you?” Mateo dropped to his knees, yanking my pants down to my ankles.

  “N… nno.” Being so aroused, I could barely speak or breathe. “I need to be inside you now, Mateo. Suck me later. Need to fuck you now!” I only swore when turned on. With Mateo as my husband, I’d be asking for a lot of forgiveness.

  “Ah, Lance. I love it when you talk dirty.”

  “Get used to it.” I kicked my pants and undergarments off after Mateo removed my shoes. “Now, my omega, I need you to lie on the bed for me.” I used the big voice to make him obey.

  As Mateo finished undressing, he sauntered over, which was nothing fancy, but I didn’t care. I only wanted a comfortable surface to fill him and hopefully knot him as I’d wanted to do since we began. For whatever reason, in all the times we’d made love, the knotting hadn’t happened. I’m not sure why, but perhaps this would be the opportune time since we were trying for a child to start our own family.

  To join him, I ambled the short distance and crawled above his body, eyeing him. Other than having him ride me, this was the most beautiful position for Mateo to be in. A part of me wished to taste him as he’d offered to do, but it didn’t outweigh my desire to enter him.

  “Mi Padre…” Mateo’s eyes glazed over, and his legs spread wide.

  Wanting to touch him, I traced the ripples on his chest with one hand and toyed with his nipples while settling in between his thighs. They firmed under my fingers and I tugged at them to elicit a reaction.

  “Lance. Yes, please, Lance.”

  “Father Lance. Remember what to call me, my omega.” Again, I used the commanding tone. I loved when he called me both because it turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain.

  “Ooh Father. Showing off your kinky side.” Mateo admonished me.

  I chuckled and leaned in close, capturing his lips. “You made me like this.” I said against his mouth, as I slowly pushed into him. The further it went, the more my skin heated. When I reached the end, I dropped my head on his chest. The overwhelming sensation of being enveloped by him filled me. “Mateo.”

  “Yes, Father. That feels amazing. Move with me.” Mateo exhaled and bit my crucifix as he pushed upwards.

  Meeting his motions, I thrust into him in the same rhythm. I planted both hands on either side of his head to gain balance. Energy zipped from one end of my body to the other, heating my flesh and making me sweat. My body tensed, and groin ached from the pressure, I lowered myself to encapsulate his lips once again.

  Mateo’s moaning and indecipherable words joined the bed protesting our weight. The whirs from the fan overhead gave a nice backdrop but did nothing for the air circulation. I pulled back and watched him as I sped up the pace. Despite not wanting to quicken things, the pressure on my midsection wouldn’t allow it.

  “Lance, yes!” Mateo yanked me into him again, crushing our lips together.

  While I enjoyed the kiss, my insides coiled, toes curling expecting the moment being near. However, something felt different this time. Something wonderful that I couldn’t put into words. This orgasm, more powerful than any others, caused me to cry aloud and push into Mateo harder.

  “That’s it, Father. Yes, right there. Oh God, yes!” Mateo continued to encourage me, still licking the cross hanging from my neck.

  That did the trick, making me lose my resolve. My body tensed, and I slowed down, lunging into him twice more before my release made its way into him. “Mateo.” I whispered against his lips, then dragged my teeth down to his throat, nibbling on the skin while my seed flowed into my lover. I clutched the covers under my nails and tugged as my hardened flesh expanded inside Mateo. I inhaled and closed my eyes tight as pain gripped me.

  “Lance… oh fuck, Lance!”

  I gnashed my teeth, allowing the natural occurrence to take place. My first knot, I’d supposed, entering Mateo for the first time.

  “My alpha… you feel so good inside me. Claim me.”

  Pleasure quickly replaced that hurt, and I moved slightly to capture his mouth inside mine. With our bodies intertwined, we wouldn’t be going anywhere.

  As Mateo had said twenty hours was plenty of time.

  Once we arrived in Bora Bora, there would be a lot more.

  Maybe sightseeing was in fact overrated when you had a hot and naughty omega as your mate.

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  Christmas in July Book Nine

  By Coyote Starr

  Copyright © 2018 CA Starr

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  Chapter One

  Noah

  I knew that bobcats tended to have more than one baby. Even bobcat shifters do. And I knew that the maximum standard number for multiples was six. But having that many babies at one time is very rare.

  I just never expected to be on the high-end of that scale. But by July, I was on the high end of that scale and the kind you weighed yourself on. Because I was huge.

  It was true. Kord and Elijah and I were due to have six babies in just a few weeks.

  July in Vale Valley when you’re seven months pregnant with six babies is sweltering. And even worse, I was bored out of my mind.

  It was wonderful to have to protective alphas whose only goal was to make sure that my every desire was met.

  It was less pleasant to have two alphas who were convinced that being pregnant with multiples meant I shouldn’t do anything at all with my time. They both went to work. Elijah was helping with some new construction in town and Kord had picked up a new contract setting up the computer systems for a company that had just moved into town. And I was stuck at home alone doing nothing but staring at the television and ordering things for the babies’ rooms. And I was really sick to death of it.

  Even worse, with this many babies, I couldn’t even shift. Apparently, the doctor was worried about the babies shifting with me. Something about that being easy on them during early pregnancy and harder on them later on.

  So that’s really my only excuse. I was bored. And when another bobcat shifter showed up on my doorstep, it seemed like it might be nice to talk to him.

  Chapter Two

  Kord

  I knew that Noah was miserable staying home. I didn’t want to leave him by himself all day every day—especially not since he had grown up in a clowder with other cats around all the time. Still, I was amazed when I came home, opened the door, and discovered him sitting on the living room sofa chatting with another omega.

  They both glanced up, and the other omega looked startled and more than a little frightened.

  “Kord, darling,” Noah said, struggling to get up off the couch.

  “You don’t move. I’ll come over to you.” I walked to the couch and brushed my lips against his.

  Even now, his pregnant body, the one that gave him so much frustration, made me hard just looking at it. We’d had to get more and more careful with our lovemaking the further along he got in his pregnancy, but I wanted him more than ever, and our other partner, Elijah, felt exactly the same way.

  “Who’s your friend?” I asked, trying to sound as calm as I could.

  “This is Trace. He’s new to the Valley, and Rosemary Vale sent him to talk to us, since we’re the only other bobcat shifters here.”

  I nodded at him. “Nice to meet you.”

  I wanted to quiz him, see what his story was, but if Rosemary had sent him over, he had to be okay. And besides, Noah needed to spend time with someone other than the two of us.

  Chapter Three

  Elijah

  I brought home enough crepes from the creperie to feed at least a dozen bobcat shifters—which was good, because Noah ate as much as ten.

  Even so, I felt like it wasn’t enough when I got home, because Noah had a friend over. Another bobcat shifter. Kord seemed calm enough when I walked in, but I was instantly on alert. The last time we’d had a bobcat shifter invade our property, it had been the monster alpha trying to hunt down Noah to take him and breed him.

  “Elijah,” Noah said cheerfully from his spot on the living room sofa, “come meet Trace. He’s here to help with the new theater.”

  “Are you an actor?” I asked.

  He shook his head, blushing. “No. I design sets. That’s all.”

  “Welcome to Vale Valley,” I said. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

  “Oh, I couldn’t impose.” But he looked hungrily at the bag I carried, so I pushed it.

 

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