Stocking Stuffer or Chimney Euphemism, Reader’s Choice
Tell me what you want, Piper.”
She took a ragged breath between kisses as she struggled to escape her coat. “Everything,” she gasped out.
Kol tore off his own jacket for only as long as it took, hands right back on her and pulling at her sweater to rip it off over her head. “I’ll give you anything,” he mumbled, freeing her of her top and then flicking at the clasp of her bra as if it were nothing. “Fuckinganything.” Then he dropped his mouth onto her breast, and she squealed at the feel of his tongue lapping at her nipple.
Piper grabbed the back of Kol’s sweater and peeled it up over him, taking his shirt along with it. His body was long and lean and maybe even better than she’d imagined running bare-chested through the forest with skin like stone and defined muscles that could shred cheese.
Her mouth filled up with drool, but then he was working at her waist, and she was woken out of the dreamy stare. He didn’t tease her this time, pulling her leggings downward and only fighting with her feet for a moment, and before she knew it, she was completely naked.
Sprawled out beneath him on the blankets, the breath went all out of her, and she tensed right up. The firelight was suddenly too bright, the sigils on the walls too revealing, and she wanted to hide herself away, Kol’s mad rush coming to a halt as he gazed down at her. He brought a hand to the center of her chest, pressing fingers lightly over her heart and then his palm, dragging it slowly downward. Then he used his other hand to trace down the length of her arm, her waist, her hips, eyes following every contour.
Kol touched her like it was real, like he might actually love her. She didn’t know it was possible for someone to touch her like that, so slowly and thoughtfully, and she didn’t know she could endure it—that she could even enjoy it. She’d been so untouched for so long, she forgot it was possible until his hands glided over her full of reverence and care.
“Piper,” he finally said, quieter, “tell me what you really want.”
“I just want you, Kol.”
He growled and grinned then, and he dove in between her legs like an animal. She cried out with delight as his tongue drove her to screaming, even louder than the howling winds outside. No one would hear, and even if there was someone around, fuck it—they could know. She was going to come, and it was going to be loud, and she didn’t care.
Piper’s mind scrambled as Kol brought her to the edge and pushed her right over. Her back arched, her hips thrashed against his arms wrapped around her thighs, and there were fireworks and butterflies and raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, and then she collapsed backwards into a sweaty heap.
“You have to let me,” she finally groaned out as the last of her climax shuddered through her. “Let me touch you.”
“You know how I feel about that,” he said, squeezing her thighs and gazing up at her between her knees. “You do whatever you want.”
“Okay,” she huffed, but she didn’t move, she couldn’t.
Kol grinned, lips wet, teeth pointed. “You seem like you actually need a little break.”
Piper tried to catch her breath, arms up over her head, floppy like jelly. She managed a meager reach, but her fingers were all pins and needles. “I really just want you inside of me,” she mumbled, “but I didn’t bring a condom.”
Kol sat back, quiet for a moment. “You know, one of the benefits of having elven blood is no diseases. Can’t catch them and can’t pass them on.”
“Oh?” She pushed up onto her elbows and blinked.
“And, uh…” He bit his lip, gaze roving to the ceiling. “Not everyone considers it a benefit, but being a half-elf means I’m a…hybrid? So I’m not…potent.”
She tipped her head, still woozy from coming and slow to understand.
“What is it humans say? I shoot blanks? I mean, it’s still shooting plenty, like, it works just fine, even better than you’ve probably experienced because I hear human men usually need some downtime in between, but I can just keep on—anyway, point is, no matter how many times you let me, I won’t leave behind”—he swallowed—“an accident.”
Piper finally managed to sit up, mouth falling open. “You can’t get me pregnant?”
Kol shook his head slowly, fear in his eyes. “No, and I’m sorry, but—”
“That’s amazing!” She threw herself at him, pulling his body down against hers as the burst of energy died away immediately.
“I thought you wanted to have a baby?”
“Oh, god, are you kidding?” She clung onto his neck and shook her head. “I’msurroundedby babies, even grown up ones. I don’t want one of my own.”
Kol laughed, relief heavy in the sound. “Well, if that’s the case…” His eyes flicked down the naked length of her, and she didn’t mind at all. “You look tired.”
She shook her head, but her eyelids fluttered.
There was a touch between her legs, and she squeaked. “You’re still so sensitive.” He chuckled. “How about you flip over?”
