Tempted by December (Under His Tree #1) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Under His Tree Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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I sob, clawing at his shoulders and arms.

He runs one hand down the crevice of my ass, pressing his thumb against my back entrance.

His hand comes down on my pussy as he presses his thumb into me.

I wail his name, coming so hard the entire room goes black. Blood rushes in my ears. I lose track of everything, lost in a maelstrom of intense pleasure.

"Good girl," he croons to me through the dark. "Good girl, angel."

"Alaric," I sob, reaching for him with trembling arms. "More."

"Ah, fuck," he groans. The head of his cock presses against my hole.

We cry out together as he pushes his way inside me. My muscles twinge faintly in protest before the ache bleeds to pleasure. He impales me on him, groaning my name.

Only then do I realize he still has his thumb inside my ass. He pushes it in deeper before sliding it out, only to do the same thing again. My core clenches around him, shards of pleasure stabbing deep into my womb.

"Goddamn, angel," he growls, rocking into me in shallow thrusts. "You're so fucking tight."

"I can't…" I'm going to come again. Already, I feel it building to the breaking point, threatening to unravel me. He's everywhere and it's too much. "Alaric."

"Come, sweet December," he croons. "Cream all over my cock."

I let go, falling into the orgasm. It drags me under, leaving me writhing in the sweetest torment.

Alaric groans, driving into me again and again before he shouts and follows me over. Thick ropes of sticky cum fill me, sending aftershocks pinging through my system. I peel my eyes open, watching him as attentively as he does me.

He's fierce in his pleasure, a radiant prince.

He reaches for my hand, linking our fingers together. As we moan and tremble, coming down together, we're connected in every way two people can be connected. And for the first time in six years, perhaps for the first time since my mom died, I know peace.

Chapter Sixteen

Alaric

"Wake up, angel," I whisper, running my lips across December's bare shoulder. "It's Christmas."

She moans, stirring in my arms.

I brush my hand down her side, marveling at how sweet she is. I don't think I'll ever get used to how smooth her skin is or how soft she feels beneath my palm. All I have to do is touch her, and I'm hard. Hell, that's not true. All I have to do is look at her and I'm hard. The last few days have been the best of my life.

I brought her to Big Bear as planned. We've spent the last two days playing in the snow and then warming each other up afterward. It's been perfect. For the first time since Ma died, there's magic in the air. Christmas feels like something truly worth celebrating. The girl in my bed is worth celebrating.

"Wake up, sweet December."

"Mm," she moans, pressing her face to my throat. "Did Santa come?"

I chuckle quietly. "Yeah, he did. Do you want to see what he brought you?"

"I already know what he brought me."

"What's that?"

"You," she sighs.

Christ, I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I'm going to keep doing it.

"And spankings."

I press my lips to her crown, scowling. "Santa isn't spanking you, December. I'm the only one who gets to touch that luscious ass."

"Uh-huh."

"Open your pretty eyes, and you can see what he brought you."

December isn't a morning person, especially when I've kept her up half the night making love to her, but she reluctantly rolls onto her back and peels her eyes open. She blinks when she notices the little blue box on her nightstand.

"Open it," I whisper, pulling her up into a sitting position.

She reaches for the box with shaking hands and peels the bow off.

"Marry me," I whisper in her ear when she flips the box open to reveal the three-carat diamond engagement ring nestled inside.

"Alaric," she gasps, turning wide eyes on me.

"It's what we both want for Christmas, angel." I brush her hair back from her face, smiling. "I worked out a deal with Santa. I told him if he'd have his elves get this ring ready in time for me to give it to you today, I'd spend the rest of my life making you happy. Santa came through, so now you have to say yes so I can uphold my end of the bargain."

"So, you bribed Santa, huh?"

"I did." I pluck the ring box from her hands to slip the ring out. It fits her finger perfectly. "I'm not even sorry about it, sweet December. Fuck." I press my lips to her shoulder, staring at the ring on her hand. "You look good wearing nothing but my ring."

She holds her hand up, scrutinizing it, and then she smiles over her shoulder at me. "Oh, I can think of one way to make it even better," she whispers, rising to her knees. The blankets fall from around her as she crawls into my lap.


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