Page 6 of Dirty December

At last, when I’m on the verge of stripping off my tights and begging him to fuck me on the seat of this sleigh, he stops.

“No.” I wince, wanting him back. “I’m not ready to stop, Klaus.”

“I’m not ready to start! If I kiss you for another second, I’ll have to have you. Completely. I want to take you somewhere alone. Far from any interruptions, Eirwen.”

“Did you see my Christmas Wish this year?” I ask. “In detail?”

“That’s not always how the power works. I see what to give a person. What they want.”

So he knows I want him. I want him inside of me, making me a drenched, trembling mess, stretched around him, clinging to him.

And he clings back. He’s as enthralled with me as I am with him. I don’t know if he can give me all of my Christmas Wish and become my heart mate—or if this is mainly physical with some sort of affection thrown in.

I also don’t care. I’ve been fasting, abstaining from affection for years, doubtful my dreams would come true but with my heart too stubborn to accept anything other than him.

Klaus.

Klaus who did ask if I would give him my heart.

My heart flutters like a moth circling a candle’s flame as Klaus speaks, his voice soft but with enough edge to make sure I am well aware of what his words mean.

“You want me. Snug inside of you. I can see flashes of other things, but mainly I just see us. Together.”

“I want that.”

I’ll worry about everything else later.

“No, no. You don’t have to worry, snow angel. I want you in the same way. Well, no. Not the same. The inverse.” Klaus has a little smirk on his lips, one that makes me shiver. It’s knowing, dark, and yet somehow warm. A naughty, delicious smirk I’ve never seen. “You’ve been under me for years, Eirwen. And now I want you on top of me. In front of me. Spread out around me...”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, all of those things.” I shudder and lean up to kiss him, pawing and clawing until our mouths meet and I can feel his hand sliding possessively over my outer thigh, gripping hard. He squeezes the globes of my ass, hands so wide that his fingers caress the cleft between my legs, brushing both openings at once.

I gasp, taking him deeper into my mouth, tongue swept under his.

It’s the sweetest suffocation, with all of my senses ablaze. He could rip my tights right now and slide inside me, splitting me like an overripe peach.

“Let’s leave after the feast.” Klaus abruptly pulls back. “It’s not far, only three hours without the Burst.”

I nod, knowing the Burst is only to be used to manipulate time and space for Santa’s Sleigh.

“You’ll sit on my lap and teach me how she likes to be driven.”

“Yes, Klaus.”

I know he means more than just the sleigh.

Chapter Two

I’m shaking so much inside, I’m afraid the constant tremors will set off an avalanche in the icy terrain of Brightlund. Or maybe my constant blushing and flushing will start melting all the snow. For a minute, I envision leaving a wet trail wherever I go, making pools of melted snow with every overheated footstep.

Me leaving a hot wet mess behind me? That’s not so far-fetched. Right now, I’m so wet inside that I’d be afraid to sit on Klaus’ lap, even if he asked me to. What if I soak right through his suit?

“Are you all right, Eirwen?”

Claudine, a matronly, older elf who works in the nursery, stops me as I re-enter the feast just a few minutes after Klaus. I look around the room and find him embracing his son and pounding him on the back up at the head table.

“I’m fine.”Just fine. Horny, sweaty, shaky, and flustered, but overjoyed.

The man I’ve wanted for years wants me, too—now. Tonight. In a few hours.

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