“I’m unsure what Santa says to adults. You only taught me to sayHo, Ho, Hoto the younglings and have them climb on my lap to tell me what they want.”
I guide him to the edge of the bed where I climb on his lap and wiggle my bottom. “I wantyou, Santa. And only you.”
“I am yours, sholani.”
“For how long? I mean, until you have to go back to Zyan.”
“Never, if I wish it. GI6 has stationed me on Earth. Some of my missions will be here. I might even be teamed with a gorgeous female from Earth Intelligence.”
I slap him playfully on his arm. “That better be me.”
“Is there another? I can’t imagine one more beautiful.”
“What about the missions that aren’t here?”
His hand cups my cheek. “I will always return to you, Noelle. Wherever you are, is home. No matter how far a mission takes me, I will always return home to you because you are my comfort, my salvation… my entire universe.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
He tips my chin up. “Say you are my sholani, that I am your sholan. Tell me that you want me to stay.”
“All that and more. I just never thought you’d marry me.”
He places the Santa hat on me. “It is not a ring, as I believe Earth custom demands for marriage.”
I remove my shirt, careful to keep the hat on, then straddle him. “I don’t need a ring. I just need you. From now on, just call me Mrs. Claus.”
He lifts my hand and inspects it closely. “No claws. Just very soft fingers.”
“All the better to stroke you with.” I reach up and stroke that sensitive area along his horns.
His horns pitch back as they do when we’re together. “What are you doing to me?”
“Just showing you how I feel.” My hands glide down his chest and over his pants. Both cocks, already hard, strain against the fabric. Still, I stroke them, needing to hear the beautiful sounds he makes when he’s aroused. I’ll never tire of hearing his moans, seeing his reaction to me, knowing he desires me. All of me, just the way I am.
My alien Santa returned for Christmas. No, he returned forme, and he’s here to stay. Whoever said Christmas miracles don’t happen never met their heartmate….
EPILOGUE
NOELLE
Afamiliar, warm scent tickles my nose. Not coffee… better. I turn my head to see Nikkov propped up on one arm, watching me with that heated expression that sets me afire every time.
“Like something you see?” I flirt.
“Very much. You make it hard to rise from bed.”
“I find that hard to believe. From what I saw last night, no part of you seemed to have any trouble rising… and staying up. I’m pleasantly sore everywhere.”
“Because you are insatiable, sholani.”
“Get used to it, Santa. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you.”
A large hand curves down my back and over my ass to play with me. “Another night like that, and leaving for my next mission will be near impossible. GI6 may need ten warriors to drag me off, and even then, they’d fail.”
“Ten to one sounds like bad odds.”
“Never bet against a male fighting to be with his sholani.”
