Page 4 of Dirty December

“No doubts,” I interject, reality settling over me in a happy fog. Klaus’ reasons make sense, and my long knowledge of him tells me that his words ring true.

“Well, if you were to change your mind about any of it,” he leaves the words vague and looks at the shimmering purple and white streaks in the sky above Brightlund before we head inside, “I can leave now. I’m notneededhere. Your home is here, and your work is here. Once Kris finds his Mrs. Claus, I’m thinking of taking a summer home in some place like Pine Ridge, NewYork, where magical folks are welcomed, but not exploited or endangered. And if need be, I could make it my home all year.”

So he could give me space if I reject him. If things don’t work out.

It’s considerate... But I cannot imagine any situation where I’d turn him down now that I know he’s interested in me.

“Oh. Good thinking.” I keep my words short, nodding. I’ve been doing that a lot, swallowing down words when I wish I could pour them out instead. I’ve always been shy, an only child when elves typically have large families. It’s common to see couples with six or seven little ones in their family. I grew up with only my parents and grandparents. Maybe that's why I prefer the relative silence of animals to people.

Speaking to Klaus about anything other than the team or work-related plans is new for me and doesn’t come easily.

I think maybe that’s one reason I’m so attracted to him. His presence is naturally larger-than-life and a little intimidating.

It’s also relaxing in an odd way. I don’t think I need to say a word—I can just let him take me.

Suddenly, Klaus’ hand is on the back of my neck, a hot, heavy weight despite the chill. “Did I upset you?”

“No.”

“You’re so quiet.”

Again, I just nod. Holly was a sweet, warm, vivacious chatterbox.

Maybe Klaus won’t like my silence. “Is it okay? That I’m quiet?”

It’s his turn to pause, then drop his voice as we step into the privacy of the warm hay-scented barn. “I’d like to hear your voice, Eirwen. The noises you’ll make. The sounds I could pull from you...”

“Yes!” I spin to face him, nodding up at him. “Yes, I’ll talk—in those situations.”

“I’ll help you.” His finger trails under my chin and rests briefly on my neck. “I won’t give you a choice. You’ll have to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

To do to you.

The words fan flames in my chest.

“I want you to take me to the lodge you mentioned.”

Klaus nods, walking along the long row of stalls and down to the bay where we keep the various sleds, with the noted exception of Santa’s Sleigh. That’s in its own private shed. He stops in front of a little red two-seater. He sits in it, spreading out as he tests it for comfort.

“Hop in, Eirwen.”

I obey, curls bouncing as I squeeze in, feeling the heat of his leg against mine.

“Have you ever sat on Santa’s lap, Eirwen?” he asks, voice a low rumble that brushes against my ear and makes me quake inside.

“N-no.”

There’s silence. I sneak a look at him, face on fire.

He won’t tell me to do it. But I ache for him to command me. If he told me to suck him like a sugar plum until he was ready to come, then jam my petite pussy down on him in one swift plunge, I would do it, sobbing in ecstasy with every biting burst of pain and every wave of pleasure afterward. If he told me to clamp my thighs around his cock while he emptied load after load of cum inside of me, I would do it happily like the most eager little trollop, eager to be bred.

All I can manage to do is flex my fingers where my leg meets his.

“Do you want to show me how she handles?” Klaus asks.

My swallow is a gulp. “You tellme. Please.”

“Well, I’ve never—”

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