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Sugar

O n Christmas Eve, we went about our day as if I’d still be here in my full elf form tomorrow. We pre-prepared the turkey, got out all the dishes and pans we’d need for stuffing, mashed potatoes, soft buttered rolls, green beans, and pie. We were going to have two kinds of pies. Cherry and apple.

“Mince pie or pumpkin pie is traditional,” Grant said.

“I don’t care. I want the cherry and apple.”

He kissed me and whispered in my ear. “I agree. They’re my favorites, too.”

When evening fell, I couldn’t hide my nervousness. I walked in circles around the living room. I hummed every Christmas carol I could remember to myself, sometimes even singing.

When Grant came to keep me company, he said, “You have a nice voice.”

I took his hands in mine and knelt before him. “In case things go sideways, I want you to know how much I appreciate you, Grant. You rescued my body and then you rescued my heart. I feel like I’ve grown so much since being here and become so much more than I ever hoped for myself. I don’t have words to express how much you’ve done for me, or tell you how thankful I am. I love you so much, but those are only words. They barely say what I really feel inside.” I touched my chest. “So deep.”

He pulled me up to hug me. “I feel exactly the same.”

“I’m so sorry about the burden of the spell.”

He gave a short laugh. “Sweetheart, every person on Earth comes with baggage. If I have to go to the North Pole, I will. We have our strategy in place. Both of us.”

I pressed myself hard against him. I was pent up, nervous, but he made me feel so safe. I looked into his beautiful eyes. “If I ask you to do something for me because it’s Christmas Eve and because I love you, will you say yes?”

“I want to say yes to you all the time, Sugar. Do I deny you anything?”

“No. But you might say this isn’t the right time for it.”

“For what?” He kissed the side of my head and nuzzled into my hair.

“I want you.”

Grant kissed my ear. “Mmm. That’s good to know.”

“I mean all the way. Tonight. Before midnight.”

Grant pulled back. “All the way?”

“It’s my Christmas wish. To have you inside me. I’m ready.”

He put his hands along the sides of my face. “You’re feeling the pressure of the spell right now.”

“I am.” I blinked fast, trying to hold my emotions in. “If things go wrong, I don’t want any regrets about my time spent with you. I’m ready, Grant.”

He drew in a deep breath. That meant he was thinking, which meant it wasn’t a yes.

“Please don’t make me wait,” I said.

He leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. “I won’t, sweetheart.”

I circled my arms around his neck. “I want everything with you.”

“Me, too.”

Grant led me to the bedroom. I went into the bathroom, taking time to make sure I was prepared. My hands were shaking. But not because of what Grant was about to give me.

If I could forget my father and his damned spell, that would be ideal. I trusted Grant to take me away on tides of pleasure. I’d been dreaming of this. It wouldn’t be like my first time. It couldn’t be because I was with Grant, my mate, the person I was supposed to be with forever.

This would be my true first time. And it would be with someone I wanted. And loved more than anyone.

I came out of the bathroom naked. The heat was on, but my skin still prickled.

Grant had gone into the bathroom first. He wore a light robe. In the lamplight, I could see right through it. He was naked underneath.

On the bedside table, he had some towels and a bottle. Lube. Which I might not need since I always leaked for him. Just for him. But it was such a considerate gesture my heart leaped in my chest.

Grant looked me up and down, his eyes sparkling.

“Get under those covers, beautiful.”

I scooted underneath where he held them aloft. Then he shed his robe. The golden light played upon the planes and valleys of his muscles. He looked like a sculpture of bronze as he slid in alongside me. I breathed him in, immediately intoxicated by his fresh alpha scent.

He took me into his arms. My skin against his had me hard in seconds. He was strong, and so firm as I ran my hands up and down his back and sides.

If I could be in his arms all day and all night, I would. He was the most enticing being ever. My alpha reindeer shifter.

I wrapped my legs around his hips as he moved on top of me, arms bulging as he held most of his weight aloft. His hard cock nudged my balls. The warmth at my hole let me know I was wet there, the omega inside me fully responding to him. It felt so right.

Grant kissed me and I bucked up.

When he finally let me breathe, I said, “This is meant to be.”

“You and me,” Grant whispered. “It’s just you and me and nothing else exists.”

“That’s how I feel.” I tugged at his neck and lifted my head for another kiss.

Grant moved his himself over me in a full-body caress. Our cocks met and rubbed together. His hips did a perfect dance. My body stretched out. My toes curled. I arched my back, trying to meet him with every undulation.

I wanted him to press harder. He was the most amazing lover. I had never felt so ready.

I thought I hated sex. But I had been a kid. I thought I wouldn’t want so much from another man. But that was before I met Grant. Before he opened up a world for me I’d never seen before.

Our bodies played together on the soft cushion of our bed until I was reeling, seeing white lights out the corners of my vision.

Breathless, Grant said, “I won’t last if we keep this up.”

“What should I do?” I whispered. I waited for his lead. He was the alpha. This was the position I wanted to be in with Grant. The way I could give back, but also receive in the best way.

He rolled to the side, his hard cock trailing deliciously against my thigh.

His arm lifted behind him, and he reached for the lube.

I put my hand on his bicep. “I don’t need it.”

He looked at me, eyebrows raised. “No?”

“I don’t think.”

“We’ll see.” He leaned down and kissed me right on the nipple. He held himself up on one elbow while his free hand trailed down my stomach to my hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and gave it two quick strokes, making me gasp. Then he clutched gently at my balls, lifting them, rubbing underneath.

His hand moved to the inside of my thigh and slipped downward to the bend of my knee. He put his hand there and said, “Bend.”

I obeyed. The action pulled my leg up on the mattress, spreading me a little further.

Grant pulled up on the back of my thigh and I felt myself open down there, wide and exposed.

“Can you hold your leg there?” he asked.

I reached out and grabbed the back of my thigh, pulling my leg up so my knee almost met my hip.

“You’re absolutely perfect.” Grant’s words hummed through my mind, relaxing yet arousing.

He sat up further in the bed, bending toward me. His hand went between my legs to my balls again, then down further, gliding against the stripe of skin between my balls and hole where I was already slick.

A finger pushed by my hole. The sensation made me throw my head back and groan.

“That’s good. Yes,” I encouraged.

He did it a few more times before he let the fingertip rest right at my entrance. I quivered all over, my muscles flexing, my hole clenching, then unclenching. The finger entered just a little, barely a touch, but there. My insides pulsed for more.

“Okay?” Grant asked.

“Yes, oh yes. More.” Until I spoke, I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath.

His finger went deeper. I tensed.

“Relax, little elf. I’ve got you.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” I was gasping at how good it felt, but could that feeling be maintained? “It won’t hurt deeper, will it?”

He leaned down and kissed the tip of my cock. “We’ll both be sure it doesn’t, okay?” He licked at my cockhead, then sucked around the edges.

“Grant!” I almost came apart right then and there.

And then his finger slid deeper.

My body reacted by opening itself, trying to suck in more of the intruder. My hips jerked upward to complete the feeling of it sliding into me.

“Arg, that’s so good!” I didn’t know if I spoke or screamed those words.

Grant began moving his finger, just curling it a little at first, then sliding it out and back in. My body became accustomed to it quickly, easing the way for him to insert another finger.

“Ready?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

I held my leg up, my foot dangling in the air. Grant pulled out a little. Slick ran down my crack as two fingers filled me up. I jerked my hips, my cock tapping against my belly.

I’d never felt this open, this ready for anything Grant wanted to do to me.

His fingers curled and touched a place that sent me tumbling through white ecstasy.

“Like that?” he asked.

His voice sounded far away.

“Yes. So good. I never knew. That’s—that’s—do that again.”

“Sweet little elf,” he murmured.

And did it again.

I knew it would be okay. Everything would be okay if he would just put himself inside me. I wanted to feel it. I wanted his cock there. Breaching. Rubbing that spot over and over.

“I want you,” I called out. “I want you inside me.”

Grant kept his fingers inside me as he centered himself between my legs. He hovered above me so I was looking straight up at him.

“Protection?” he asked.

It was completely out of my thoughts that this act could get me pregnant. But that would happen only if I was in heat. “I—I’m not in heat.”

He nodded. “Just asking. I prefer bare.”

Those words nearly sent my cock bursting. I wanted bare, too. He was my mate. I needed to feel all of him.

As he knelt before me, I saw how rigid his cock was, all swollen and needy. The tip was shiny, wet with his desire for me the way I was wet at my hole. Arousal flamed inside me to see him that way. He was so sexy.

When he removed his fingers, the emptiness left me whining out loud. I stopped when I felt the bluntness of his cock-tip press between my ass cheeks.

I grabbed at his shoulder with my free hand while the other held my leg back. I thought Grant would put it in me as he came forward. Instead, he reached over my head and grabbed a pillow.

“Lift your hips.” His voice came out hoarse with desire.

I obeyed and he shoved the pillow beneath my lower back.

“Good,” he said. “Now relax and hold still. I promise to go slow.”

I already loved it even before he pushed in. All that prep and touching was so perfect that I could think of nothing else but him sliding home, then thrusting in and out to send me even higher.

My ass was elevated now. Everything was perfect as he pressed his wet hard cock to my hole.

“Please.” Was I begging. Of course I was. It was Grant. And he was the love of my life.

He was big. The pressure increased against me. Even though I was open, his cockhead opened me further. He pushed harder. My body was tight, but I did what he said. I stayed still. I focused on relaxing all my muscles, which was hard when I was so aroused I wanted to chase that feeling.

Finally, the ring of my entrance gave way, and he pushed in. His cock held me open and the slick came fast, making it easier for him to go deeper.

Every inch made my inside walls tingle and my ass muscles wanted to clench down, tug, suck him in. But I held still. I waited for my alpha to take me all the way.

He slid in. I let go of my leg. My knees clutched his sides.

When his balls pressed my skin, Grant said, “Okay?”

“It’s so good. It doesn’t hurt.”

“You’re so wonderful, sweetheart. So very wonderful.”

“Grant, it feels amazing.” I had too many emotions to process at once. Awe. Arousal. Ecstasy. Joy.

It was Christmas and this was the prize gift. The centerpiece. The star at the top of the tree.

“I have to move. I can’t help it.” Grant was panting.

“I need you to move.”

His cock slid within me. Out a little. Then in.

Grant moaned as he slowly began to thrust. “So tight and beautiful. Made for me. Made for me.”

His hardness pierced me over and over. It was the most incredible feeling. We were joined. We were connected as if we’d never been apart.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said.

“You can go faster,” I replied, lungs heaving. “Please.”

Hovering over me, Grant was a fantasy come to life. Gorgeous and mine. He fucked into me and lowered his head to kiss me at the same time. My alpha. My love.

I lifted my hips off the pillow as his cock repeatedly rubbed over my prostate. I screamed out unintelligible words.

His hand went between us and grabbed my cock just as it spasmed and squirted.

“Beautiful,” Grant whispered against my lips.

I was still coming, moaning, tossing my head. The room whirled. My mind saw the universe go shooting by in all its glory.

Grant fucked into me faster and harder until I felt a gushing warmth begin to fill me up.

“Sugar,” he called out. “Sugar.”

His cock jerked and throbbed. My walls felt every second of it, instinctively squeezing to get every last drop from my alpha.

“Ah, yes, milk it dry.”

I clung to him, my feet rising up from the bed so my legs could clasp his waist.

His cock grew bigger inside me. My hole felt like it was expanding even more as he pushed deep.

It didn’t stop but kept growing.

What?

That’s when I realized he was knotting me.