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Grant

W ithout realizing at first, I began to pop a knot before I could warn Sugar.

I bent down to kiss him. His head was back, his eyes closed.

“Sugar, I’m knotting you. I didn’t realize?—”

“I love it. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t knot during sex often. I should have known it would be all or nothing with him.

“Are you all right?”

“It’s bliss. Please keep going.”

“It’s a knot, sweetie. If I move, I could hurt you.”

His eyes popped open. He smiled dazedly up at me. “Grant, you aren’t hurting me.”

He was so small. I couldn’t help but worry. But he was also an omega, made to take an alpha’s knot.

I put my hands beneath his shoulders, lifting him up so I could turn us both sideways.

“Oh wow,” was his only response.

I got him settled and spooned him from behind.

“How long do your knots last?” he asked.

“I rarely have them. Maybe twenty minutes. But with you, sweetheart, all bets are off.”

“Why is that?”

I stroked his hair from his face and kissed his jaw. “Because you’re so special.”

He sighed and leaned back. “Hold me tighter.”

I squeezed him against my chest.

He tilted his head back so his hair tickled my chin. “I could stay like this forever.”

“Me, too.”

“What’s it feel like? To have a knot?”

“Orgasmic.”

“Are you still coming?”

“It ramps up every couple of minutes.”

“So you come again and again?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so happy you knotted me. I want to give you the most pleasure I can.”

“Believe me. You are.”

I felt the knot swell a little as it sent release signals to my brain. I buried my head in Sugar’s hair and let the pleasure take me. He wiggled his ass a little, feeling it. My orgasm quaked through me.

“That’s fantastic,” Sugar said.

When I had a moment of reprieve, I glanced at my clock on the table. I hadn’t realized it, but we’d spent at least two hours in bed already. The foreplay had taken more time than I thought. It was just past eleven. I was grateful Sugar was distracted or he would be nervous counting down the minutes until midnight.

Maybe I could make my knot last longer with him.

I kept up the distraction by kissing and stroking him. I put my hand on his cock. It was wet from his own orgasm.

He inhaled with a hiss. “That feels great.”

I kept up my stroking and when my next knot-orgasm hit, he cried out and came in my hand. My cock inside him seemed to be pressing all the right areas. He was enjoying this which met my highest hope.

I cupped his balls, squeezing a little, then stroked him through the aftermath.

We lay together like that for over twenty minutes. I managed to get Sugar to come one more time before my knot began to deflate.

“Is it going down?” he asked.

“Yes, but don’t move yet. It can take some time.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

My heart ached for him. I hoped that statement was true. If the spell took him, turning him into a figurine, I would contact my cousins and have them fly a sleigh here right away. I would find Sugar’s parents and threaten them if I had to. Sugar was mine. No one had any right to take him away. Not now. Not after this beautiful night.

The bond between us intensified. It was a bright, glowing presence. My reindeer felt it, too, and basked in its warmth. Sugar was inside the glow, a big heart sharing space with mine, tethered to me in the light.

When I pulled out of him, I grabbed a towel for him. I’d filled him up to overflowing.

We kissed and cuddled. But I couldn’t keep him distracted forever. He jerked suddenly in my arms.

“What time is it?”

There was nothing I could do to keep him from glancing at the clock.

His eyes were big and glistening when he faced me again. “I have fifteen minutes. That’s it.”

“You’ll be fine,” I said.

“But we don’t know that for sure. We just have to wait.” His body began to shiver.

“I won’t let you go.”

He leaned his head into my chest. “Please don’t let me turn into a figurine.”

“I won’t, sweetheart. I won’t.”

I couldn’t exactly promise him, but he already knew I’d be on my way to the North Pole immediately if that happened.

I drew the covers up over us both and held him tight.

“Will you do a countdown for me?” Sugar asked.

“Yes. But right now, talk to me about what you want to do tomorrow. Open our presents and then eat breakfast? Or breakfast first?”

“We have some good meals planned for tomorrow. I say we eat, put the turkey in the oven, and then open our presents.”

“I like that idea a lot. We’ll have pancakes with whipped cream on top. And eggs and bacon, too. Even Velvet will get some Christmas bacon as a treat.”

“She’ll love it so much,” Sugar said.

“It’s ten minutes now,” I told him.

“Okay.” He took some big breaths.

We talked some more about our Christmas Day. Sugar wanted to go snowshoeing again.

“Tell me your favorite thing about snowshoeing.”

“Oh, I definitely have a favorite part. It’s when I step wrong, fall through a drift and have you come rescue me.”

I laughed. It felt good to actually feel humor in this difficult situation. I kissed him hard.

“You’re so warm and you feel so good,” he said, after I let him catch his breath.

“Five minutes.”

I heard a little gasp.

“You’re fine,” I said. “You’re going to be fine. This is your life now. With me. You’ve found it. So much has happened and now we’re here. The two of us. Together and in love.”

He nodded. “I am in love with you, Grant. So much.”

“Four minutes.”

We tangled our legs together. Sugar’s body began to shake.

“Three minutes.”

“I’m not feeling anything yet,” he said. “Do you think that’s a good sign?”

“I think it’s a fantastic sign.”

He sniffled.

When we got down to one minute, I cuddled him close. His body was tense, limbs shaking.

“Grant. I’m scared.”

“I’ve got you. I won’t let go.”

“After we go snowshoeing, will you make love to me out in the front room in front of the fire?”

“That would be amazing.”

“I think so, too. I can’t wait.”

I watched the clock over his head. It didn’t have any way to track the seconds, but the switch to midnight was coming fast. I could sense it.

“Grant? Is it midnight yet?”

“Not quite.”

“I still don’t feel anything.”

“That’s great. Keep breathing. Hold on tight to me, sweetheart.”

When the clock ticked over to midnight, I didn’t say a word. Sugar clung to me, face pressed to my chest.

I looked down at him to see if anything was happening. I rubbed at his bare back where his skin was warm and soft. He was still human. Still locked in my arms. I waited to be sure. I didn’t want to give him any false information.

Finally, the clock ticked over to one minute past twelve.

“Grant, is it time yet?”

“Sweetie, it’s one minute past midnight now.”

He pulled back, half sitting up and looking over his shoulder. “It is?”

“Yes? See?”

He turned back to me, mouth open. “It shows the accurate time, right?”

“Earlier, I made sure.”

Sugar looked down at himself. “And I’m still here?”

“You sure are. Very whole and warm and elfish. And still in my bed.”

“Grant! That means I’m not a figurine! I’m okay! Everything is okay!” He began to bounce on his knees, the covers falling away.

I laughed, watching him do a little naked happy dance, his body hopping and rocking back and forth, his cock bobbing. He was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. I wanted him again. I wanted him always.

Obviously, the spell could not ignore the wonder of depth and love we’d found, and the life we’d made together in two short months.

Sugar was all right, now. Safe and protected. Happy.

My little elf. My love. My bondmate.