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He slapped my butt. “You are a cheeky shifter.”

I wiggled my ass, and he must have taken that as a sign to continue because he rammed his length into my hole, and I accepted every last inch of him as sweat dribbled over my body and mingled with slick.

His hand fell from my cock, but I continued tugging it, enjoying my body tingling with each pump as Chris’s length filled me. He panted, groaned, and whimpered as his dick stretched me.

But I couldn’t hold back what was coming. My palm flew over my cock as my body tremored and spasmed. A wave was hurtling toward me and I couldn’t avoid it, nor did I want to. And when it hit, I almost collapsed as cum surged from the tip and sprayed the bedding.

“Santa!”

“My Dario.” Chris rammed his dick inside me, squeezed my hips, and came, his panting matched mine and drowned out the sounds from outside.

Chapter 16

Santa

I snuggled on the bed, knotted with Dario, holding him close to me, wondering how the goddess had decided I was worthy of such an omega. Dario was everything someone could ask for in a mate. He worked hard, cared for others, and was hotter than the ovens we used for baking cookies. And still… somehow when he looked at me, he thought I was the catch. As if someone married to their job could ever be enough. I still didn’t know what we were going to do, how we were going to manage. The truth was, maybe we wouldn’t be able to.

But in this moment, I was filled with such happiness, I didn’t let the nagging worries settle in too deep. They would still be there when the post-orgasmic haze had faded.

“Are you cold?” I kissed his shoulder.

We were on top of the blankets instead of underneath, simply tumbling to our sides after we came. There was a mess to clean up and some settling in needed before sleep, but this was time for us to cherish being connected in the most intimate way.

“No, I’m perfect.” He snuggled in a tad closer, not that there had been any measurable room between us.

We held each other, neither of us speaking, simply enjoying the moment. And then, as with all things, it came to an end.

My knot deflated, and the two of us separated, and I gathered the blankets and covered him up. He snuggled into my chest, his hand resting over me.

“Please tell me you’re staying.” He looked up at me with a lazy smile donning his face.

“I can’t think of any place I’d rather be.” I kissed the top of his head, and my phone started to beep in the other room.

I ignored it. Max did not, wandering into the bedroom and turning in circles.

“Does Max need to go out again before bed?” I’d never had a dog, and I wasn’t quite sure how often they needed… well, anything, really.

“He’ll let us know. Right now he’s just finding a comfy place to sleep.” He had a bed in every room. I didn’t quite get his choice of location, but then again, I wasn’t going to be the one sleeping there, so it didn’t really matter.

My phone went off again, this time with a different sound, meaning a different elf. And yet again, I ignored it. I wasn’t ready to give this up, and since none of the notification noises had been Ryfon, they could wait.

“I won’t be mad if you go get it.” He pressed a kiss to my chest. “I can wait.”

“I only have one first time with my mate. I’m not going to ruin it by checking my messages.”

And then, before we could settle back in, yet another notification came in—a different sound— the one I dreaded. Up until now, it had been Sprinkles, someone from the kitchen phone, and someone from the delivery dock. None of that seemed like it could be that important, certainly not important enough to leave my mate. But now? Now I wasn’t so sure. This was Jingle Bells… aka Ryfon, and he wouldn’t be bothering me unless it was really important.

“Gumdrops,” I grumbled.

“You need to go.” His disappointment was evident in his voice, but he tried to cover it up with a small smile. He kissed my chest and then rolled off me. “Go, go see what’s wrong. I’ll be here when you come back.”

“I don’t want to leave. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’ll go check.”

When I got to the other room and picked up the phone, each and every one of them had left voicemails. Theyneverleft voicemails. I glamoured on some clothes, not wanting to waste the time to find them in the pile of discarded garments, kissed my mate goodbye, and with a twitch of my nose and a blink, I was back at the North Pole.

I landed in the kitchen, assuming that’s where the problem had begun. The only thing there were cookies cooling on the racks. Nothing seemed amiss.

Off to the loading docks I went. Once again, everything seemed as it should. Finally, I went straight to Ryfon. He would know.

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