Page 6 of Viking’s Naughty Elf

My mood shifts, and excitement rushes through me, unlike any I’ve felt before. I want to run into Rune’s arms and tell him I’m all in. I want to tell him I meant what I said yesterday, even if it still terrifies me. I want him to know that I understand his meaning when he said he knew I was the one for him.

I’ll have to wait, of course. We have a duty to the children first, and it warms me to know that one day, he’ll be playing Santa for our own.

Another tug on my skirt draws my attention. “Is it my turn now?” A young girl of about eight asks me with a kind smile. Her brown eyes shine with excitement, her hair is perfectly done up, and she has the most beautiful little elf costume on with matching pointed shoes.

“Don’t you look gorgeous!” I exclaim and offer my hand. She takes it eagerly and nearly runs and trips up the steps. I keep her steady before sending her off to talk with Santa. Again, I take the candid shots and the staged ones.

The afternoon continues on like this until well past closing, once everyone gets word about how much fun it is to see Santa this year and how pleased the parents are with their photos.

As I pack up my camera equipment, I feel Rune’s heated body come up behind me. “You were amazing today.” His compliment pleases me as his hands caress my sides.

I tilt my head to the right, and he takes the opportunity to brush his lips across my exposed flesh. “I had a lot of fun, and you were so amazing with the kids.”

Turning in his embrace, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down as I step up on my toes to meet his lips for a kiss. I don’t deepen it, and when Rune tries to, I draw back to tease him.

His growl is the only warning I receive as he tightens his hold and claims a kiss that curls my toes and has my sex pulsing between my legs. My heart hammers in my chest, and I’m dizzy with lust in no time as he twirls his tongue around the inside of my mouth, teasing me with languid strokes. Imitating how we’d be between the sheets.

“Mmmm,” I moan and rub my body into his.

“Naughty little elf,” he hisses when I slink a hand between our bodies and brush it gently along his erection.

“Rune, I want you to know I meant what I said yesterday.” My eyes slowly slide up to meet his. Biting my lip when I recognize the possessiveness in his stare, I try to hide my reaction because the power this man has over me is absolutely addicting and overwhelming.

Brushing the hat off my head, his powerful fingers delve deeply into my hair until he’s got a fistful and tugs back, forcing me onto my tiptoes. “Good, because I wasn’t going to give you a choice.” I gasp as he drops his head into my neck and bites until I squirm and moan in his hold, desperate for more.

RUNE

Nibbling on Chloe increases my craving. I want to taste all of her, from her tiny, dainty, manicured toes to the soft, wavy blonde locks on her head. This sprite of a woman is everything I had no idea I needed in my life.

A quick glance around Santa’s Village reveals no one around to witness the depravity I’m keen to pleasure Chloe with. Gently placing her in Santa’s chair, I strip off my big red coat, lock the door to the chalet they have us set up in, and turn around to find my woman squirming and flushed with anticipation.

I won’t fuck her here tonight, but I intend to get my taste of her. “Remove your stockings,” I growl, sounding feral even to my ears. I’ve always felt more animal than man, and now I know why. She has turned me into a predator. “Good girl,” I moan. “Now spread your legs.” I bite my lip as she opens wide, the edge of her skirt hiding what I want most.

Chloe’s eyes flutter and cheeks flush as I slowly approach, taking the steps up to the chair platform in one giant leap. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I grip each calf and lift her legs over the arms of the chair, making sure she’s fully exposed for me.

“We’re not fucking here, but I’m getting a thorough taste of this pussy before I take you home.” She squirms and gasps, making a sound of agreeance.

“Mmmkay.” I grin at her breathless sigh. This woman is so far gone that I could do nearly anything I wanted to her.

Gliding my rough hands along her thighs, I dig my fingers into her muscular flesh, massaging her while maintaining eye contact. Every time my fingers get close to her apex, she holds her breath. Each time I dig my fingers into her thighs, and she tenses, I want to bite her. I want to mark Chloe Ruin as mine forever.

“Rune, please.” That whine is music to my ears.

“Hold your skirt up,” I direct, and she moves quickly. “Gorgeous,” I hiss, licking my lips like I’m about to settle into my last meal. The gusset of her panties is soaking wet and glued to her pussy lips, making my mouth water until I feel like I’m drooling.

“Taste me.” Her husky voice is like a balm washing over me, and I could listen to her all day long.

“My pleasure,” I whisper against the inside of her thigh, placing a gentle kiss as I grip her panties and yank them right off her body. The tearing of lace is like a punch of noise in the otherwise silent room. Getting my first look at her, my eyes can’t focus in one spot.

Her wispy blonde curls match the ones covering her sex; her puffy lips beg for me to suck on them. Her clit peeks out of its hood, waiting on me to kiss it. I don’t know where I want to taste her first.

Meeting her wide-eyed stare, I move forward slowly before opening my mouth wide and tasting all of her at once. Groaning at my first sample, I force her legs to open farther while lifting her to my mouth and French kissing the opening of her pussy.

I register her cries of pleasure, the gasps of surprise when I begin tongue-fucking her, and her moans as I bring her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm before backing off so she can’t plummet over the edge.

“Fuck me,” I grunt when I draw back to inhale her musky sweet scent. “Never enough.” I’m barely making sense now. I can’t think straight when I have Chloe’s flavour in my mouth. “More,” I growl, the sound vibrating my chest.

My dick is so hard it tries to punch its way through the loose-fitting pants I’m wearing, the belt doing nothing to deter the beast. I honestly worry about how savagely I’m going to fuck my woman when I manage to get home and pin her to my bed. I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with one romp. I’ll need dozens, maybe more, to even begin to slate the lust I have for her.

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