Grumpy Elf:Kendrick?
Grumpy Elf:I’m coming home!
Grumpy Elf:No, that’s probably not a good idea…um, I can drop supplies off for you.
Grumpy Elf:Would it be better for your brother to do that? Another omega, I mean?
Grumpy Elf:Kendrick, please tell me how to help you. What you need.
Me:I need an alpha to fuck me into the mattress and knot me.
The phone was blessedly silent after that. Yeah, I figured that would shut him up.
This was going to be a long, painful couple of days.
Balfour
I need an alpha to knot me.
Just the act of staring down at the words Kendrick had typed had my body strumming with desire, all the blood from my brain traveling at warp speed straight to my dick.
My eyes frantically searched the workshop, which was already a hive of activity and buzzing words of conversation, as the elves worked hard to get the last minute items needed for the big night tomorrow.
Growling at a passing elf, who was in their first year at the workshop, I demanded, “Where is Nik?”
Eyes wide, he visibly gulped. “Ni…Nik?” He stammered, then seemed to realize who I was asking about. “Do you mean The Santa?”
“Yes, yes,” I waved my phone at him in the universal hurry up sign. “The Santa. Where is he?”
Another gulp. Honestly, why did these first-year elves always act so jumpy about everything? It wasn’t like anyone ever got fired from the workshop. We just moved people around until we found their niche. Pointing in the general direction of the back of the building, he stammered, “I think he’s down at the reindeer barn?”
He said it like a question, which annoyed me even more. If he didn’t know where Nik was he should just say so. I probably shouldn’t have just grabbed the first elf I saw and expected them to know the whereabouts of their boss, but really they should keep better track of him. I couldn’t be expected to do everything around here, all the time.
Hurrying out of the workshop, I nearly ran down to the building that housed the reindeer and the sleigh.
“Nik!” I yelled, once I was inside the warm building, wrinkling my nose at the earthy scent of the beasts. “I need you!”
Nik straightened from where he’d been bent over Blitzen’s stall, giving the beast nose a scratch. Raising one dark brow at me, he wiped his hand down his jeans. “Is the workshop on fire?”
“What? No, of course not.” I wrinkled my brow at him in confusion. “Why would you even think that?”
“I can’t imagine anything else causing you to get in–” he waved a hand in my general direction, “such a tizzy. You’re normally calm under any circumstance.”
“It’s…I…he…” I waved my phone between us, like I had done to the elf a few minutes ago. Apparently, I thought waving my phone at people would make them magically know how to solve my problem.
Nik scrutinized me for a few seconds. “I’m assumingheis Kendrick?”
“Who else would I be talking about?” I huffed. I did not have time for all these questions.
Nik crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the stall. Blitzen, ever the nosy fucker, popped his head over the stall, staring at me with interest. I so did not need to be the talk of all the reindeers. I might not be able to understand them, but Nik could, and I knew they were a gossipy bunch.
“Indeed.” Nik pursed his lips. “Trouble in paradise? There is a paradise, right? Not just a hoax you two are playing at?”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I shot him my best indignant glare. The one that made all the other elves shake in their boots. Nik just grinned at me, a knowing look in his blue eyes. But I wasn’t going to crack under his gaze. He might know me better than anyone else, and he might be The Santa, but I controlled the naughty list. He’d never know if mine and Kendrick’s names were on it from our tiny white lies.
Instead of answering his question, I hissed low, trying to keep my voice down so the reindeers couldn’t hear me. “He’s in heat.”
Nik’s brows rose to his hairline, before a shit eating grin took over his face. “Well, I guess you’ll need a couple of days off then. Go,” he made a shooing motion at me, “get out of here. And before you give me any bullshit about needing to be here for the big night, I will remind you that Anderson has been your assistant for over two hundred years. He is quite capable. At least, I assume he is, since you trained him. Not that you’ve ever let the man actually fill in for you.”
