“I admire you, Warrior.” I admire him too much, enough that I’m doubting my own instincts to shut the hell up. “I tried to get you to leave, but you’re too stubborn.”
“Loyal may be the word. Dedicated. I fight for Zyan and her allies, which includes Earth, one of many planets the Brotherhood will destroy if they’re allowed to thrive. I cannot let your activities continue.”
He raises a blaster, points it at me, while my own gun weighs more than it ever has. My finger slides over the safety, toying with it. No, I can’t… not to him. He’s… Nikkov, my blue Santa. I can’t hurt him.
“Will you really shoot me, Nikkov?”
He turns the blaster in his hand, then holsters it. “I confess, Noelle, I do not know what to do. My mission, my duty… to you….”
I shove the gun into the holster in my lower back and run to him, jumping into his arms when I reach him. “You don’t have a duty to me,” I whisper before my lips wrap around his.
A huge hand cups my ass, easily supporting me. My legs wrap around him as if I’ve done this before. Never. But we fit perfectly together, his cock pressing against my core, my ankles locking together, and his hands kneading my ass as if he’s ready to make me his.
Oh, how I wish Santa would leave him under my tree, but Christmas miracles don’t happen to people like me.
Our kiss intensifies, clouding my head, and my judgement as my blue Santa carries me to the cot in the back office where he proceeds to undress me.
“I never imagined unwrapping a Christmas present could be so enjoyable.” With his teeth, he pulls my pants down, then trails his tongue up my leg to my belly. My sweater disappears next, as deft hands explore every inch of me
His nose glides over my panties, heading to my core. “This fabric is different from the others.”
“It’s my only lace set. I bought it thinking… hoping I’d see you one last time.”
I’ve been fantasizing how I’d say goodbye after distributing the last of the blaster parts, but I don’t tell him that. Given how his eyes widen as he reverently runs his hands down my body, he has plans of his own.
“You are so beautiful, my sholani,” he murmurs, sliding my bra off me.
“I can’t be your sholani.” I hate how I can’t give him—giveus—a chance, but I have commitments, a purpose here.
“We will find a way to extract you from the Brotherhood.”
“You don’t understand, Nikkov.”
My panties slide down next and a second later his shirt and holster join my pile of clothing as my hands tear past that outer layer as I give in to my weakness.Him.
His unique scent, hot cocoa warming over a fire, pulls me deeper in to a haze of ecstasy as my hands finally undo his pants and slide them down his hips. My tongue explores every inch of him, tracing from those beautiful chest muscles to the chiseled abs and the V of his waist. His cock, long and thick, bobs in front of me, tempting me beyond words.
As I slide my lips over the deep blue tip and his hands thread through my hair, something taps against my chin. I pull off abruptly and stare at a second cock, two inches below the first.
“That is my pleasure cock. The only cock that has ever hardened for a female. Until you. With a roll of his hips, the tip of the upper cock glides across my lips. “My mating cock hardens only for you, Noelle. This is how I know you’re my sholani.”
I have no words, don’t want to think of what he’s saying, because that means admitting something I’m not ready to admit. Instead, I slide onto his mating cock, and close my eyes, drinking in the melodious moans of this gorgeous, sweet, and loving male.
His fingers sink into my hair, moving with me as I slide on and off him. That second cock keeps bouncing against me until I grab it. That’s when I hear lyrical and heartwarming alien words sail from his lips.
Everything I considered telling him falls away as pleasing him and hearing those sweet moans which entrance me. Iincrease the pressure on his cock until he takes over, holding my head still as he thrusts into me. His cock sliding down my throat sends my pussy into a series of contractions… around nothing. I need him in me.
I release his pleasure cock and slide off his mating cock, rising to look him in the eyes. “Fuck me. Now.”
He lifts me onto the cot and with one thrust, pushes inside me. The fullness catches me by surprise, distracting me momentarily as his second cock glides into my back hole as if it’s meant to be there.
“I didn’t see any lube,” I sputter.
“Frem.”
A one word answer I don’t understand, and maybe don’t need to. While I’ve never let a guy touch me there, Nikkov knows what he’s doing. And I find I trust him, like I’ve never trusted anyone.
When he rolls his hips, my entire body responds. Every cell, every nerve sizzles with electricity. There’s no pain, only a fullness from having two cocks in me, and this sense of floating higher and higher, toward an orgasm that will destroy me.
