Wicked Wonderland

by Lisa Whitefern

  She skated a finger over Nick’s flat stomach, down to the waistband of his pants. But he took her hand in a firm grip, refusing to let her touch his cock. “Gonna make you beg for it,” he whispered, then bent his head back to the task of greedily sucking her breasts, alternating between them.

  Kris let the thong snap back to cover her pussy again for a moment; then he grabbed her hips and eased her thong down her legs, pulling it off with a tug. Without warning, he threw her panties over the edge of the sleigh, laughing like Robin Goodfellow in a Midsummer Night’s Dream. She struggled to sit up, imagining her soaking-wet panties flying through the air to land God knows where. She was still gasping from the shock of his actions when he spread her legs even wider. The wood of the sleigh felt rough under her bare ass.

  Parting her lips with his fingers, Kris exposed her clit and flicked it. Lilly made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan. His breath heated her sex as his tongue slid all along her slick folds.

  Kris still had amazing skill. His tongue pressed flat against her core like he was licking an ice-cream cone. Then it swirled around her clit as he eased two fingers tight inside her. She arched her back and growled deep in her throat. Kris chuckled and latched on to her bud, sucking it harshly into his mouth while plundering her depths with his fingers.

  Every cell in her body screamed out in pleasure. After a few minutes, the intensity reached a crescendo. Stars exploded behind her eyes as she burst into an orgasm so sweet she could almost taste it.

  For a moment, a shard of her heart broke free from the ecstasy of physical fulfillment. She imagined the three of them together in something more than a sexual relationship.

  Foolish, thought; wishful thinking.

  From Nick’s and Kris’s perspectives, she was only a toy, an adventure for them to share. It was obvious they had a deep-seated commitment to each other alone. Their world was so entirely separate from hers that it was quite illogical to think the three of them could ever really understand each other. They were magical creatures, and whatever illusions the two of them had about her, they would eventually realize she was wholly human.

  Kris’s unshaven cheek brushed against her stomach, and she shuddered, still recovering from her orgasm. “Undo my belt.” His whispered command was smoky and golden, like a swarm of bees.

  She leaned forward and struggled to release the clasp of his belt. The front of his pants was wet with precome, the crown of his cock forcing its way out of his pants. He pulled them down and off and climbed back on the sleigh bench.

  She took a deep breath, trying to clear her head and regain her equilibrium.

  Nick held her around the waist, his hand gently stroking her hip. “That was amazing, Lilly. I always loved to watch your beautiful face when you came. You look like a goddess.”

  She ducked her head, laughing, embarrassed by his praise. “I’m no goddess. You two are the ones with all the magic.”

  Kris wiped his mouth on his shirt and turned her toward him. He pressed his lips to hers. Lilly slipped her hand down to find the jutting length of Kris’s erection, hoping that one of them would finally pleasure her with his cock. Kris’s shaft was straight as an arrow, firm and smooth in her hand.

  She heard Kris rip the foil on a package and watched him roll a glow-in-the-dark condom down his cock.

  “We have to protect our woman,” he whispered in her ear. Kris took her in his arms and pulled her gently down to the floor of the sleigh, laying her upon the mountain of soft, jewel-colored ribbons.

  Even as Kris shifted on top of her, she reached her other hand out to include Nick, and he grasped it and placed it on his own smooth dick. He was hot and hard under her fingers.

  Kris adjusted her thighs against his hips and pushed his cock into her until its great length filled her, so big that she felt she might explode. Kris held still for a breath, his eyes closed, as deep inside her as he could possibly get. Desperate for him not to stop, she arched against him and ran her hand up and down Nick’s shaft, making him moan.

  Finally, Kris opened his eyes and looked at her again, smiling his golden-boy smile. “Sorry, that just felt so tight and soooo good. I needed to stop for a moment.” There was such affection in his eyes that tears sprang to her own. He was too adorable, and it made her heart ache for more until she closed her eyes again.

  Back to the sex; back to what you know and can deal with.

  She locked her legs around Kris’s hips, moving her legs higher, trying to make him start thrusting again. And he did, proceeding to ride her fast and hard.

  “Don’t forget me.” Nick’s stern words lacked humor, and Kris stopped and pulled slowly out of her. She groaned with frustration at being empty again.

  Nick lay on his back on the broad surface of the sleigh, his erection rising like the branch of a maple tree stretching toward the sun. A tube of lubrication that he must have taken from one of the toy cases lay next to him, and his cock glistened with the substance. Giving her a lazy smile, Nick filled his palm with the liquid and reached out to massage it into her breasts.

  Then Kris urged Lilly to climb on top of Nick until she was up on all fours above their dark-haired lover, her breasts just above his cock. Nick reached for them. They were large enough that when he cupped and squeezed them together, he could glide his well-lubed cock between them while Kris angled behind her and rubbed his shaft against her slick folds once again.

  Kris pressed the first inch of his dick into her and groaned. “So fucking tight!”

  With that, Kris slid into her sheath from behind, making her cry out. At last Kris drove himself inside her, filling her up, pounding her with merciless force, while Nick palmed her breasts and used them to pleasure his cock.

  “Oh yes, yes, yes, Kris, Nick!” She screamed their names. Her body felt loose and liberated. Fast and furious, Kris thrust, his breath hot on the back of her neck. The sight of Nick pleasuring himself by sliding between her lubricated breasts made the curling fire inside her ignite.

  Lilly bucked back into Kris’s groin. He withdrew, then plunged forward again, his strokes long and fluid. The deluge of sensations burst through her body. She clamped her legs around Kris, bucking and twisting, trying to reach the heights she needed. At last, her climax crashed over her, making her sex spasm and clench around his still-thrusting cock.

  Her vision dimmed so that for a moment she seemed to black out. When she drifted awake again, she turned her head, and Kris’s features swam into focus. His body stiffened, and he hissed, collapsing against her. Nick pulled his cock to one side so his come shot onto the seat of the sleigh.

  Lilly reached out for Nick, and he slid down beside her. She kissed his cheeks and his nose, almost forgetting for a minute that ten years had passed, that he wasn’t the boyfriend she’d once adored. Love filled her heart, and she couldn’t deny it. In that moment, she allowed herself to experience the bliss of it without censure. All the memories of the amazing times she’d had with Nick back in college filled her head.

  Soon she became aware of Kris’s strong, protective arms circling her in a hug. An intense wave of love for him swept through her too, and she burrowed her face into Nick’s chest. Lying behind her, Kris rained tender kisses on the back of her neck. Several minutes passed as they lay, curled together in post-orgasmic bliss.

  She’d almost forgotten where she was when the sleigh suddenly dipped and began traveling in a downward motion. Floating, floating down through the inky blackness of night, until the reindeers’ hooves clattered on tiles.

  Lilly grasped the seat with both hands as they landed. For a moment, nausea surged, and she felt more than a little disoriented.

  “Wh…where are we? I mean, why are we on a rooftop? Today is the twenty-second of December, not Christmas Eve.”

  Nick looked a little sheepish. “Well, I told you, we own a company. This is how Kris and I make money to spend in the mortal world. We can also conjure up greenbacks when we want them, but we do prefer to earn them.”


  She tried to pull her thoughts together. “I remember that you were studying product design back at college with a few music classes thrown in for variety, and Kris was studying business and music as a minor?”

  “That’s right. Nick is our designer. You could say we’re in the toy business. Adult toys. We sell them internationally on the Internet and deliver them direct to people’s houses. Our cargo hold in the sleigh is filled with sex toys, costumes, adult books, all the best-quality products. We’ll be delivering them to people later tonight.”

  Nick smiled at her. He pulled his boxers and pants back on, zipped them up and climbed over the back of the sleigh. He went around the back and opened the magic cargo hold.

  The sky was a velvety black and liberally sprinkled with stars. In the light of the full moon, Nick looked like a statue of a Greek god come to life. He hadn’t put his shirt back on, and his muscular arms were soon full of packages wrapped in metallic paper of red, green and gold with white ribbons.

  She turned to Kris. “He’s not joking? You really have sex toys you’re going to deliver now?”

  Kris smiled that dimpled smile that could charm the frostiest ice queen. “No. He’s not joking. Want to see one of our sample cases?”

  “You have more than one sample case?”

  “Sure. We have dozens. Fetish packs, bondage packs, costumes, vibrator-and-dildo packs, luxury toys, erotic books… You get the idea.”

  Nick’s arms were now loaded up with parcels, and he made his way across the roof toward the chimney.

  “He’s actually going to go down the chimney?”

  “Do you know a better way to deliver sex toys at Christmastime?”

  Lilly shook her head.

  Nick stopped before the tall chimney. He angled his head to one side and gave a low groan. It sounded as though he was in pain. The sound made her gut twist. She wanted to reach out and comfort him to tell him not to go through with whatever was causing him pain. But with the sharp tilt of his head, huge wings appeared on his back. An incandescent silver, they sparkled with all the colors of Christmas-tree lights.

  “Oh…oh my God!”

  “What?” Kris sounded alarmed, so she lightly touched his arm to give him reassurance without once taking her eyes off Nick.

  “His gorgeous wings… He’s like a painting. They’re almost too beautiful to be real.”

  Nick rose, his wings magnificent, shimmering against the velvet night. He landed on the chimney, his broad shoulders, bare chest and massive wings silhouetted against the moon.

  Turning to face them, he gave Lilly a wink, folded his wings against his body and dropped down inside.

  For a moment after he disappeared, they both stared at the chimney in silence.

  “When his wings came out, it sounded like it hurt him.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. When we try to use our wings, it hurts like hell. It’s because we’re not full-blood fey. It stings to bring them out. And that’s not as bad as shrinking to traditional sylph/elf size. That hurts us like the devil, and we do it as rarely as possible. That’s why we prefer the sleigh.”

  The effects of the champagne were wearing off, and this new turn of events started to sober Lilly out of her erotic haze. It struck her again how bizarre this whole adventure really was. She suddenly felt much too vulnerable, naked in the moonlight in front of Kris. She began to put her bra back on.

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  Ignoring his mischievous grin, she pulled the top of her angel costume over her head and then pulled on her skirt. The overwhelming feelings of love she’d experienced earlier during sex had faded. Logic had taken over and made her self-conscious. She couldn’t be in love with these two men. She hadn’t seen either of them in years, and they were in love with each other. They were supernatural beings with a whole culture she didn’t understand and wasn’t part of. She ached to understand them both but doubted she ever would. Heartbreak would be hers if she’s didn’t take a reality check.

  “Hey!” The sexual note had left Kris’s voice. He sounded serious. “I hope you’re not annoyed that I’m here. I guess you were always in love with Nick.” Kris kicked at a loose ribbon on the floor of the sleigh. “Maybe I shouldn’t have joined in with the lovemaking.”

  Lilly bit her lip. Kris was so wrong. She’d never forgotten their perfect first date. They’d walked along the beach holding hands, fooled around a little on the sand and paddled in the surf.

  They were both adopted, and they’d eagerly, almost greedily discussed what it was like to grow up knowing your parents had decided not to raise you. She’d thought at the time it was strange that she could fall in love with Kris so soon after breaking up with Nick. But it had happened. She and Kris had a deep and instant bond—one that made the subsequent betrayal of finding him in bed with Nick even more painful.

  But she understood now that Kris and Nick came from a different world, a different culture. She could forgive them. And she was older now. She could take life as it came and enjoy a spot of causal kinky sex without losing her heart.

  She turned and gave Kris what she hoped was a playful smile. “I had just as much of a…a thing for you as for Nick. That’s why I agreed to spend the night with both of you.”

  Kris eyed her suspiciously. “You don’t have to humor me.” He flipped a hand. “Really, I’m not the jealous type, and Nick knows he can sleep with whatever woman he chooses. That’s how it’s done in the Fae Realm. We don’t follow laws of humans regarding monogamy.” Kris picked up his boxers and Santa pants from the floor of the sleigh and began to pull them back on.

  Lilly shook her head. Kris was being less than honest with her about his heart. That was obvious. She’d never known him to lie before. “But you’re half human, Kris. All three of us are at least partly human, and all three of us have human feelings.” She put her hand on his arm.

  “Listen, Kris, my relationship with you was more short-lived, but that was only because I couldn’t handle that you two were lovers. I was too young to accept that kind of thing. I didn’t even really understand that some people are gay and some people are bisexual. I didn’t understand that there’s a continuum. The relationship the two of you had totally confused me.”

  Though mild suspicion still glinted in his eyes, it seemed to have lessened. That glimmer of pain, or possibly jealousy, made her ache to comfort him, and she vowed that after this one extraordinary night, she would leave Kris and Nick to their former relationship. The last thing she wanted was to cause jealousy between them. Tonight, they’d made her feel precious and special and beautiful, and they deserved to be happy together, not have her come between their love for each other.

  Kris brushed a curl of hair back from her forehead. “How do you feel about the fact you made love with both of us tonight?”

  Her heart melted at the humble way he asked the question, and she reached out to touch his arm. “I told you. It turns me on. You turn me on.”

  She leaned close and pressed her lips to his. He responded ardently, like the teenage boy she’d once known. As he held her in his arms, her awareness of the hard angles of his body increased. She spread her hands across his wide, solid chest and trembled as memories of the erotic encounters the two of them had shared filled her mind. She nipped at his upper lip. His exploration was soft and hesitant, and the sweetness of it enchanted her.

  He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead gently against hers. She could feel the intensity of emotion underneath. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “When we hung out together in college, I believed I was just a shoulder for you to cry on about breaking up with Nick. Even though I ached to make love to you, I took things slow…the way you wanted it at the time.” He grinned. “If you ever wondered why I didn’t push to consummate our relationship, now you know. I thought you were only in love with Nick.”

  “You were wrong. You weren’t just a shoulder to cry on. You were my best friend, but God knows I lusted for you too.” She
blushed and laughed to cover her embarrassment. “Not to mention that you don’t have Nick’s surliness.”

  Kris shrugged. “Yeah, well, he had a rough childhood.”

  “Rougher than yours growing up in an orphanage?”

  “Nick never told you about his mother?”

  She shook her head. The nineteen-year-old Nick she’d dated had never talked about his parents.

  “His mortal mother was an adventurer. Whether it was bungee jumping, sky-diving, or having a love affair with an irresponsible male fae, it seems she was always taking risks and never looking after her son. She often left him with his Uncle Grant, who was a drunk and beat him. He was almost thirteen before he wrote to Santa the way I did, asking for a family, and Santa came for him. I went with Santa to pick him up. I saw the filthy apartment they lived in.” Kris went silent. Guilt haunted his expression as he looked down at the floor.

  Lilly’s belly squeezed and flipped. It was horrible to imagine Nick as a tiny child at the mercy of some drunken uncle. “So what happened to his mom?”

  “Didn’t he ever tell you? She died in a sky-diving accident when he was only seven.”

  Lilly’s blood froze in her veins at the thought of Nick’s pain. Tears filled her eyes. Seven. That was so young to lose a mother. And yet old enough to love her very deeply.

  Kris’s gaze searched her face. “I can see you have deep feelings for him, Lilly.”

  She turned away to fiddle with a ruby-bright satin cushion. As much as her heart ached for Nick’s childhood pain, a selfish, stupid, little part of her was actually jealous that Nick had confided in Kris about his childhood and had never confided in her about losing his mother. She couldn’t bear to have Kris know she was jealous of what he had with Nick, that she too wanted that kind of soul-deep relationship with someone. Ridiculously, she felt like she was in love with both of them, even though she hadn’t seen them in ten years.

  She couldn’t bear the shame, so she laughed and lied. “I wouldn’t say I have deep feelings for him. I can enjoy a night of sensual lovemaking and not take it too seriously. I know the score.”