Page 19 of Naughty Elf: Aster

Wolfe cried out, his fingers digging into the sheets as I slid my tongue inside him, tasting the tangy sweetness of his slick. I loved the sensation of his tightness around my tongue, the way his body clenched and unclenched around me. His taste was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—a heady mix of spice and desire.

My fingers joined my mouth, slipping inside him with little resistance. First one digit then another. I curled my fingers, searching for that sweet spot that would drive him wild. I knew I found it when Wolfe’s cry of pleasure tickled my ears. I continued to alternate between tongue and fingers, wanting him to love every second of our time together.

He begged for more…for everything, and I wouldn’t have been able to deny him, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t.

I crawled up to join him, pulling him close as we both caught our breath. “I needed a snack,” I said with a smirk. “The night is still young, and I’m far from finished with you. I’m going to give you everything you asked for.”

I grabbed a pillow and put it under his hips. I wanted to be able to look into his eyes when we came together for the first time.

I positioned myself at his entrance and looked deep into his eyes.

“Mate me, alpha. Make me yours.”

I wanted that more than anything, but only if he wasn’t saying it in the heat of passion. It wasn’t a decision you could take back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Aster,” he breathed. “I want this. I want you. Fate doesn’t make mistakes and, for some reason, they dubbed me lucky enough to have you.”

With those words, I plunged inside him, his tightness enveloping my length. Wolfe arched his back and let out a muffled cry.

Slowly, I began to move—in and out, each thrust more powerful than the last. As the climax inside built, I couldn’t last much longer. He felt too good. Too right.

“Wolfe,” I growled against his skin, “I’m close. I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” he panted, his hips arching to meet mine. “Mark me, alpha. Mark me as yours.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock and jerked him as he came, my orgasm following right after. He pulled me down to him and, as my knot swelled inside him, his teeth sank into my flesh and mine into his, marking each other in the way of his beast. It was primal and sexy and so much more than I thought it would be.

And best of all, it was only our beginning.

We lay in each other’s arms, bound by my knot until it deflated. We were both sticky messes.

“You get your shower first.” I kissed his cheek.

“It’s big enough for both of us.” He nibbled on my bottom lip. “And it will save time and water.”

It ended up saving neither. Best. Shower. Ever.

Chapter Fourteen

Aster

When Noel woke up the next morning, nerves filled my belly. As much as he liked me, I was afraid he’d be unimpressed or, worse, upset that his father and I had mated. I wasn’t his papa, and I never would be. No one could take the place of the man who helped give him life and loved him so completely. I’d never begin to try.

But I was his father’s mate, and he was mine, and together, we were going to raise the family he had, including little Snowball.

I shouldn’t have been worried. Noel was nothing if not one of the most impressively astute children on this planet. I had been in the kitchen putting a loaf of bread in the oven when he woke up and came running in.

“Is it true?” He was bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Is it true? Is it true?”

“Is what true?” I turned to face him and his face lit up.

“It’s true! You came to make Daddy less lonely for Christmas. You’re Santa’s present!” He threw his arms around me. “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”

I wasn’t so sure Santa sent me here in the form of a statue intentionally to help me find my mate. But also, it sort of sounded right. Why hadn’t I focused better when I was being told all the rules? Oh yeah, because I was frozen as a little statue. That’s why.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’m the one who got the present.” I twirled him around. “Because I get to have you in my life.”

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