“Just how many knives do you have on you?”
“Four.” Despite the serious answer, his grin says he knows exactly what I was doing.
Caught, but far from burned. “Four, not two or only one?”
His eyes narrow. “Are we still talking about knives?”
“Yes. You know, swords, in a manner of speaking.”
“I carry no swords, but my knives are quite sharp, and I assure you, female, I’m rather skilled with them.”
Heat spreads through my cheeks. “Good to know, Warrior. Maybe you’ll show me how expertly you wield them… after Christmas. I have a job to do.”
His eyes move down my torso. “As do I. But I assure you, I can wield my knives better than any male on your planet.”
I can’t wait to see him prove that…
CHAPTER THREE
NIKKOV
This Christmas uniform does not fit well. The length of the pants and sleeves are short and the top has enough room for the female to fit in here with me. My pleasure cock stirs at the thought and for the briefest moment, my mating cock stirs as well.
No, that cannot be. The female, though exceedingly beautiful with her golden hair, blue eyes, and lush curves, cannot be my sholani. She’s human. My mating cock has not moved, of that I am sure. Though it’s becoming increasingly clear that this female is a distraction, one I cannot afford if I’m to complete my mission. I should do as she suggests and leave, except the male we interrogated said the blasters would be distributed with toys.
“Red will make me stand out in a crowd,” I say as I emerge from behind the crates wearing the Santa uniform.
“I have news for you, Warrior, you’re blue and have horns. That suit will be the only part of you that won’t stand out.” She marches over to me and reaches for my weapons belt. My handshoots out and stops her from touching it. “Santa doesn’t wear weapons.”
“Zyanthan warriors do.” I tug the top of the Santa uniform down over my belt, hiding my weapons. “Satisfied?”
“It takes a lot to satisfy me.” She smirks as she twirls away from me and returns to the gift area.
Drekk, but my cock stiffens further just from watching this female. “Do you have tools for me to use?”
“I’m an elf. We have every tool imaginable in our workshop. Except the one that all girls like.” She winks then laughs as she heads into a small room in the back of the warehouse. “Follow me, Santa.”
“My name is not Santa. It’s Grynche.”
“Grinch?” She halts before entering the room and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Are you ill, female?”
“Noelle, Warrior Gr— Nope, can’t do it. Can’t call you Grinch, not when you’re dressed as Santa.”
“Gryn-che. Not Grinch.”
“Do you have another name we can use? To distinguish you from the other Santas.”
“My family calls me Nikkov.”
“That’s perfect! Close enough to St. Nick! We’ll introduce you as Santa Nikkov.”
“Not Santa. Warrior.”
“Let me put this in military terms so you can understand what we’re doing here, Warrior. As part of Operation Santa, you’re playing the role of Santa around the kids, families, and anyone else you encounter. That gives you full access to everything here and the ability to interact with everyone involved in the toy drive. I trust that will give you the chance to find the criminals you’re looking for.”
“It will.”
