Page 17 of Dirty December

What commanding side, you ask?

The side that runs a stable and has broken every wild reindeer we’ve ever had in the last two decades.

“When an elf chooses a heart mate,” I say firmly, glaring down into Klaus’ now gentle eyes, “she does not know the future. She doesn’t know if they will have dozens of children or none. She doesn’t know if they will die within days of their hundredth wedding anniversary or if they will not make it to the first one. She only knows what her heart wants. My heart has only ever wanted you and no one else. And you were right. I’m quiet. So that is all I will say, Klaus Christiansen Schubert!” I rip my hands away and plant them on his chest.

Klaus stares at me for a moment, eyes wide with shock.

“Hmf.” A single, dry chuckle escapes. His lips curl in a pleased half-smirk that turns me back into a nervous near-virgin waiting to be pounded.

“That’s how it is?” he murmurs, voice a low rasp that can barely be heard over the snapping and tumbling of logs in the fireplace.

I nod, chin beginning to wobble. What if that’s how I want it, but not how it turns out?

“You want to be my heart mate, little elf?” Klaus lays a possessive hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face to his.

“Yes, Klaus. More than anything.”

“Well, then. I’d better make sure you’re properly taken so everyone knows. No other elf will ever touch your body. No one but me will own that pussy. I’m going to stretch it and pound it until it’ll only fit my thick human cock. Got it, precious one, my heart mate?”

My eyes, which have welled up in the past few seconds, suddenly overflow as I nod.

Klaus kisses my tears away and rolls me under him. “I thought it would be easier to have you sit on me, but you don’t like the easy way.” His solid hand parts my thighs and ends with a soft slap on my eager pussy. He slaps my mound a few more times, a flurry of light stinging taps that make my clit throb in ecstasy, mixed with a few hard swats that make me yelp.

“You’re going to take all of my cock, aren’t you, heart mate?”

I nod between the slaps.

“Until I don’t have any inches left to give you. Balls deep. Say it, soft little snow hare. Where is this cock going?” Klaus kisses me deeply before expecting my answer, hard body teasing my smaller, yielding one.

“In my pussy.”

“And how deep?”

“All the way.” A pinch on my clit, Klaus gathering the skin around it to make a meaty thumbful to waggle. “Balls deep!” I cry.

Klaus nuzzles his head to my cheek, his lips finding a resting place against my ear. “You think such dirty thoughts, but saying naughty things makes you blush. I love to see you blush. So innocent—unless I look into your eyes. Your eyes give you away.” He lifts his head to stare into my eyes for a long moment. “Do you truly like what we’re doing, my love?”

“More than anything I’ve ever done. More than training the team. More than flying. Even more than seeing the new calves come into the world.”

With a solemn nod, Klaus kisses me again. One hand skims down my body, finding my opening. “You love letting me open my gift. Play with it however I want.” His tone is reverent, marveling.

Imake him sound like that.I’mgiving him the best gift he’s had in years. Pride chases some of my burning blush away. “I love being with you.” I swallow down more words, confessions of loneliness, of feeling like I didn’t quite fit in. As I grew up, I saw the other elves off making merry, finding love, making babies—and I was mystified by so much of it. I just wanted to find one person to be alone with, someone to understand my silence—or who would finally help me find my words.

“Let’s open you up. Nice and wide. You’re sure you don’t want to wait a little longer?” Klaus hesitates as his hand pushes one leg up over his hip.

He’s nervous.

I know whyI’mnervous, but why ishenervous?

It makes sense in a flash.

“I do want you to take every inch of me, but I want to make sure you’ll be comfortable. I’ll wait, you know. This week, I’m going to go look at some places in Pine Ridge. We could go together.” His words rush, then halt, then rush again.

I know the feeling. Wanting something so bad, but being fearful that your desires aren’t right.

“I would love that—after you make me your heart mate.” I lick my lips. “Do you want me fucking something other than your cock? Perhaps a toy you made for me? A peppermint log? A candy cane? That’s about all that fits right now, but if you want me to stay like this—tight, unopened... unfulfilled...” My voice trails off in a wheedling sigh.

“Eirwen. Devilish girl.”

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