“That was no thief, little elf.”
I’m considering telling him to call me Noelle—little elfseems way too personal—but I like that he’s given me a nickname, as if he’s claiming me with it. I should object.
“Are you calling me a liar?” I press instead, because I’m a fool who should be working harder at getting rid of him instead of challenging him.
My blue Santa slams his hands against the wall on either side of me, like in the cable car, except this time there’s no hesitation in him. One whiff of that male musk and I’m leaning in toward him, tempted to touch the warrior whose leather vest falls open showing off his tatts and hard muscles.
My fingers travel from his shoulder to his arm, luxuriating in the hard muscles there. “Santa never gets this up close and personal.”
He presses his torso against me, letting me feel what else is hard. OMG, it’s not only hard, but verylarge. I should push him away, but I don’t. Heaven help me, I roll my body against his length, and down again. Slowly grinding, to the point that my nipples harden and my pussy pulses.
What the fuck am I doing? My name might be Snow, but that doesn’t mean I should melt for a hot alien who smells delicious enough to eat.
Maybe I don’t have to commit… to anythingsubstantial. I could start small. A taste. Just a little lick…
His brows arch. Fuck me, I licked my upper lip.
There’s no easy way out of this, so I take the bold approach, to show I’m in control here. Not my pheromones.
As I slide down his body, my tongue glides along his smooth, delicious abs to the top of those leather pants. For a moment, I’m thankful he’s not wearing his Santa suit. With the elastic waistband, those Santa pants would be way too easy to pull down.
Nikkov’s hand cups the back of my head, keeping me steady, but not forcing me closer. He’s letting me lead. With much regret, I lift my lips from his skin before reaching that fabulously large cock and slide out of his hold.
As I rise, I run my tongue over my upper lip, quite intentionally this time. “I have a lot of work to do. More presents to wrap.”
“Don’t you mean unwrap?”
I glance to my left, to the candy-cane wrapped components I should have hidden. My head is spinning with questions. What does he know? Did he sneak in here last night to snoop more than he can with me around, or is he just fishing for information?
“Unwrapping is your specialty, not mine.”
“Then let me demonstrate how it’s done,” he says, running his hands down my neck and over my breasts. When his thumb circles a very hard peak, a moan escapes me. Like snow sliding off a roof, his hands drift down to the hem of my sweater and then easily draw it over my head and arms.
For a moment, I pull away, self-conscious of the curves I carry in my breasts, hips, and thighs. Fuck me, if his eyes don’t light at the sight of me. It’s as if he can’t see any flaws… onlyme.
“Are you sure about this… about me?”
“Drekk, female, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
“You don’t know anything about me, Nikkov.”
His mouth captures mine, and damn if that’s not the most convincing argument I’ve ever experienced. There’s no resisting his hands as they slide down my body, taking my pants with them. My shoes and pants disappear in rapid succession, while my hands explore those glorious horns as they bend backward, away from me. I can’t help but wonder if that’s instinct or if he has any control over them, but I’m certain about one thing. This male is not a player. Every move he makes demonstrates a caring nature, one that is as much about my pleasure as his own. Perhaps more.
As he rolls my panties down and grips my too-thick thighs, he parts me like I’m a ripe peach to be sucked on, enjoyed… savored. His tongue explores every curve and hidden part of my most intimate area, all while I hold onto those horns, rocking my pussy against his face, his tongue, seeking more of this pleasure, more of him.
When his tongue latches onto my clit and slowly increases pressure, I’m unprepared for how quickly my legs clench around his head. When I dig my fingers into his horns, a guttural moan rises from him. Oh, how heavenly… I’ve found an erogenous zone at the base of his horns.
I stroke and press, exploring him as I come down from an orgasm that has no equal.
His head tilts back, an amazingly serene smile on a glistening face. “You have no idea what you are doing to me, sholani.”
“Sholani? Is that a pet name likebabeorlittle elf?”
“It means heartmate.”
“Heartmate’s a cute nickname.” I stroke his horn again and watch his eyes close. From the first moment I met Nikkov, I considered him a handsome male. But here he’s so much more than a warrior. There’s a side to him that’s open and vulnerable with me. A side that trusts me.
And that causes my stomach to twist. If he knew what I’ve been doing…
