“Then, for the purpose of this mission, Warrior, your title is Santa Nikkov. You will be jolly, laugh, and smile.”
“Those are not qualities required for warriors.”
“Yes, I see that.” She places her hands on the corners of my mouth, pushing up at the ends. “Try to hold your face like that. In a smile.”
I do as she says, the position not only odd, but hard to maintain. My horns rise… as do other parts of me. Both cocks? I must be imagining it. Only my pleasure cock should rise around this female. She’s attractive, intelligent, and clever. And her touch is quite tantalizing… and giving me ideas of how I’d like to reciprocate.
I reach out, gliding my finger along her lips, and vekk me… she opens and pulls my finger in, sucking on it. My pleasure cock has most definitely risen at the touch of this female. The very succulent, sweet-smelling female whose bright blue eyes have locked onto me.
My horns are now fully erect, as is another part of me, but I have a mission to complete. Slowly, I withdraw my finger.
“That will teach you to keep your hands to yourself, Warrior.”
“You do not understand males if that is what you believe, little elf.”
She chuckles. “I only meant, you need to keep your hands to yourself. If even a single finger, or any other part of you, dares touch me again, I may use my teeth to show you how I feel about a male taking liberties with me.” She snaps her teeth together with such force, my cock deflates… though not fully.
“You touched me first. And I must warn you, I do not take threats lightly. In fact, I rather enjoy the challenge of proving others wrong.”
A slim brow lifts.
“This isn’t a competition. I’m here, in this freezing warehouse, to do a job. There are hundreds of children out therewhose parents can barely afford to feed them. I plan to ensure they have a Merry Christmas and I won’t let you get in the way. Understand? If you can’t get with the game plan, then walk out those doors now.”
I don’t look to where she’s pointing because that long arm, with the graceful fingers, has my mind wandering in ways I don’t believe she’d appreciate. And I certainly don’t intend to leave until I complete my mission.
“You may call me Santa if that helps you deliver the toys to the younglings. My goal is to find the person behind the blaster thefts, and to keep you safe.”
“The only one I’m in danger from is you, dear Santa.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I have this insane urge to sit on your lap and tell you how naughty I’ve been. Or better yet, to show you.”
My drekking cock won’t stay down now. “I don’t believe you sitting on my lap will help find my prey, little elf.”
“But it will make you jolly, which is what you need to be if you’re going to hang out with me while I’m handing out gifts.” She opens the door to a room full of tools. “Get to work fixing and rewrapping those presents, Santa. And while you’re working, practice smiling. Fail and you’re fired.”
“You cannot fire me. I do not work for you.”
“I can kick you out of here and hire security to keep you out.”
That will prevent me from learning who is behind the thefts. And I do not wish to be away from this female. Not when she intrigues me to the point of distraction. I’ve never lost focus on a mission before, and this female… Drekk, she’s a challenge… one I look forward to conquering.
CHAPTER FOUR
NOELLE
“It is possible to have a Santa fetish?” I ask Donna two hours later, so distracted that I tie a ribbon not only to the present I just wrapped but also around the straps of my purse lying on the the break room table, which doubles as our wrapping station.
“Depends. Is the Santa you’re fantasizing about blue, have horns, and doesn’t know how to smile?”
“Oh, I see you’ve met Nikkov.”
“He’s cute, in a blue, horned kind of way.” Donna peeks out to where our new Santa is repairing the toys he broke. He’s making good progress. In fact, some of the toys look better than when we first wrapped them.
Wrapping… Fuck. My gaze snaps to my pile shoved to the side, their candy-cane paper glaring at me like tiny judgmental flags. I totally forgot about them.Not good, Noelle! Focus. Stop fantasizing about Saint Nikk and those ridiculously gorgeous muscles.
“You sure you want to leave those in the open?” Donna points at myspecialpile of gifts.
