The Magical Forest (Box Set)

by Marteeka Karland

  When he had situated himself, he spread his arms out to Rose in welcome. “Come. Sit with me.” His deep, baritone voice rumbled through her insides, sending erotic vibrations straight to her clit. “Tell me what you want for Christmas.”

  He sat with his legs spread slightly, his nearly knee-high boots hugging his calves lovingly. Almost as lovingly as the brown pants trimmed in forest green molded to his thighs. Rose figured she could see every muscle hugged by his coverings. The matching vest rested over an ecru-colored shirt with billowing sleeves. Both opened at his throat halfway down his chest. Blond curls peeked through the opening, and Rose had the sudden urge to trail her fingers through it. His hair kissed his shoulders, barely brushing the tops as he moved his head. She clenched her hands into fists to keep from reaching out to him.

  Rose thought briefly about her answer, but lying to Santa didn’t seem to be in her best interests. Besides, one look in his eyes -- one spine-tingling, pussy-clenching look -- and there was no way she was telling him anything other than the truth.

  “I want an orgasm for Christmas.” She couldn’t help the dreamy grin she knew had split her face. Several wonderfully erotic images popped into her head. All of them starring the sexy Santa.

  His naughty grin melted her insides and made her wings quiver. This Elf was definitely a Santa of a different variety.

  “Only one orgasm?”

  “You knew what I was going to ask for, didn’t you?”

  He chuckled, and the hand he had around her back stroked her wings slowly and sensually. “I’m Santa. I know everything. Didn’t you know that?”

  “I don’t see anyone else over here. Your reputation definitely doesn’t precede you. Perhaps you don’t know as much as you think.”

  He laughed then, a great belly laugh that made Rose laugh too. “Oh my, Rose! You are truly a special faery. Only you would have the audacity to bring Santa down to size on Christmas Eve.”

  “Well.” Rose squirmed, but he held her fast. “I only meant you could most definitely have any woman -- or man -- in the forest tonight. If you really did know everything, you’d know that I’ve apparently contracted a fatal, disfiguring disease because no one is getting near me tonight.”

  Again, he laughed. This time he had to wipe tears from his eyes, but he kept a solid grip on Rose so she was unable to slip from his lap and kick him in the shins. Despite her annoyance, his laughter was infectious, and she couldn’t help but smile, though she tried valiantly not to.

  “Did it ever occur to you I might be the tiniest bit territorial, Rose? Perhaps I warned everyone off. Perhaps I knew what I wanted and had no intention of letting you have fun without me.”

  Rose blinked and shook her head. “Me? Why didn’t you dance with me last year, then? Or the year before? Or any number of years before now! I’ve been here every year since I was a little girl. You could have danced with me or spoken to me, or played the stupid party games with me no matter what our ages!”

  Again, Santa chuckled. Damn! He had a sexy voice. Maybe it was her own sexual frustration, or maybe he’d have the same effect on every woman at that party, but Rose wanted nothing more than to drag him to her bed and keep him there for days and days and days. There was no possible way she could be too annoyed with him, even if he was being an infuriating male. Funny. She remembered her mother saying the same thing about her father many times.

  “I’ve been here every year, Rose. I’ve watched you blossom from the cutest girl into an intoxicating woman. But it wasn’t I who avoided you, my dear. You refused to dance with -- how did you put it? -- ‘a lanky Elf with two left feet.’”

  Immediately, Rose’s hands flew to her mouth. “Omigod! That was you?”

  Again, he laughed that wonderful, sensual laugh that was full of mirth and mischief. “It was indeed. Though, I confess, I’ve always thought I was a pretty good dancer.”

  Rose tried to get up, but he held her firmly. “Please. I need to get up.” She was pleading, but she didn’t care. Sitting there now would just be too uncomfortable.

  “Absolutely not.” He grinned at her and leaned closer. Warm breath brushed her ear and sent shivers zinging through her body. “I have something in mind that requires you to stay right where you are.” He latched onto her earlobe for a split second, and she squealed. “At least for now.”

  Rose resigned herself to the fact that she’d been outmaneuvered. Now that she knew who he was, she recognized Kris, the Elf she’d been so rude to when she was a self-conscious teenage girl. He’d told her then that one day she’d dance with him, and when she did she’d never want to let him go. Now, she felt the need to explain her actions.

  “I panicked back then, Kris,” she said, mortified by her words all those years ago. She hadn’t really meant them, but she knew she had caused the Elf pain and embarrassment. “I couldn’t dance and didn’t want you to laugh at me.”

  “But you learned. By the next Christmas, you were light as a snowflake on your feet.” His lips feathered across her face and neck, and he inhaled deeply. “Ah, I love the smell of you, Rose. I have caught your scent many times over the years, but you smell even better up close than I ever imagined.”

  Rose’s stomach fluttered and her pussy drenched with the unaccustomed sexual arousal. “Such pretty words, Kris. Are they all part of my present?”

  Kris only smiled, and Rose was terribly afraid they were only words. She’d secretly harbored a crush on him back then. But after that horrible scene at the dance, she’d only seen him in passing. He’d never approached her, and she sure as hell hadn’t approached him.

  Rose looked around them self-consciously. Anyone could see what they were doing. Surely he couldn’t mean to make good on her request in front of everyone.

  “Relax, little Rose,” he purred in her ear. “I would never do anything to disrespect you. When you’re ready, I’ll take us to a place where I can make you howl and no one will be the wiser.”

  Kris was so hot, he thought he might melt the snow. Finally, after years of preparing himself and waiting for Rose to come of age, he was about to have exactly what he wanted.

  Gone was his lean frame. Instead, he’d transformed himself into a bulky, muscular man more to his lady’s liking. Kris had never been one to want to change for anyone, but the moment he’d been rejected by little Rose, he vowed he’d do whatever it took. Judging by what she’d said about their one face-to-face encounter, he should have followed his normal inclination. Apparently, she hadn’t been nearly as displeased with him as he’d thought. Still, the extra mass helped him fill out the Santa suit. He was definitely grateful for that.

  Now, with her sitting in his lap, trembling in her excitement and lust, he knew it wouldn’t matter. He’d do anything he had to in order to have her. And keep her. If that made him weak and needy, then so be it. He needed Rose like he needed to breathe, and he didn’t care who knew it.

  Kris had planned this encounter since he’d first been chosen to continue the work of Father Christmas. The kids knew him as Santa, but his work extended far beyond the actual holiday itself. He was supposed to be the voice of hope to people everywhere, but without someone to love at his side, without someone to love and be loved by, there would never truly be hope within him to give. When he’d been told this, the first name, the first face, that came to mind was Rose. He knew then she was the only woman for him.

  Now he held her close and stroked her body carefully, waiting for the right moment. She trembled as he rubbed his hands over her back and legs. Kris didn’t touch her in a sexual manner, only needing to soothe her and entice her with what was to come.

  When Rose lifted her head to stare into his eyes, the spark of desire he’d seen before had flared into a flame. He knew without a doubt she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Now he had to make her want to stay once he fulfilled her Christmas wish.

  Chapter Two

  Rose’s hands caressed Kris’s arms and chest. He had certainly changed from her youth.
She loved how his muscles bunched beneath her touch and how big his body was now. Truth was, she’d loved his body before. It wasn’t lost on her that he’d transformed his outward appearance into what he’d thought she’d wanted. If that wasn’t a sign of a devoted man, nothing was.

  When she looked into his eyes, she saw her own passion reflected there. Rose knew not only was she going to get her wish but she’d never be the same when she did.

  As if he’d come to the same conclusion at the exact same moment, Kris smiled and lowered his head. His lips captured hers delicately, nipping and enticing her to deepen the kiss. Which she did. When he touched his mouth to hers again, Rose licked at him, spearing her tongue at his lips and groaning when he opened to receive her.

  Kris’s mouth was heaven. The man knew how to do things with his teeth and lips and tongue that no man should be allowed to do to a woman. But at the moment, she could care less. He was masterful with his mouth. If all he’d done was kiss her, it would have been enough to push her into the best orgasm of her life, but when she tried to squeeze her legs together to put some much-needed friction on her clit, he put one big hand between her knees.

  “Oh, no. Not yet, my sweet. Not until you can howl your pleasure. You will hold nothing back from me. Ever.”

  He stood, cradling her close to him, and walked deep into the forest. Rose wrapped her arms around his neck and took the opportunity to do some exploring of her own.

  Sticking out her tongue, she made a swipe from his collarbone up the side of his neck to his ear. She licked around the shell and sucked on the lobe until Kris grunted. His arms tightened around her, but he didn’t slow his progress.

  After several minutes of walking, and several grunts and groans from both of them, impatient to get down to some serious loving, they reached a little cottage surrounded by trees. The interior seemed to be lit with firelight. Flickers and dancing shadows made the windows glow, and Rose marveled that she’d never found this place before.

  “It looks cozy, Kris.”

  He only grunted as he shouldered the door open and kicked it closed. In three strides across the room, he dropped her on his bed and started shedding his clothes. Rose knew she needed to rid herself of her own, but she was fascinated watching him.

  His skin was creamy, like virgin snow with just a hint of a blush. Strong shoulders, a chiseled chest and abdomen, and bulky, vein-roped arms made her mouth water. When he stepped out of his pants, her breath caught. His legs were thick and heavily muscled, but that wasn’t what seized her attention. His cock stood proud and ready for her, and she licked her lips absently.

  Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and grasped his legs. Rose studied his cock intently before making a quick swipe up the length of him. Kris sucked in a breath of air and grasped her hair in one fist. “Sweet Mother, Rose.”

  She took that as approval and pulled the purplish head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. Kris’s hand tightened in her hair and he groaned, his dick twitching in her mouth. She loved the slick texture of his tip. The salty taste of his excitement exploded on her tongue, and she had to have more.

  Her second plunge took about half his length, but before she could do more, Kris pulled her away from him roughly. The wild look in his eyes told her he approved, but, given the fact that his cock jumped and twitched in time with the pulse at his neck, he was likely as close to coming as she had been earlier.

  Kris pulled Rose to her feet and made short work of her clothes, eyeing her up and down like a candy cane he was looking forward to sucking on. Rose couldn’t help but be a little self-conscious, but the hungry look and the twitching cock gave her courage.

  “You are so beautiful, Rose. Do you have any idea how lovely you are?”

  She didn’t think he expected an answer, so she merely smiled. Had he waited much longer, Rose knew she’d start to fidget, but he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss was even hungrier than before, and Rose could honestly say she felt the same. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she might howl for real -- in sheer frustration.

  The blood roared in Kris’s ears. His cock pulsed and throbbed, needing to empty itself deep inside the exquisite Rose. Her pale blue skin named her an Ice Faery, but she was anything but frigid. She responded beautifully to him, as he responded to her. He’d known from the moment he’d first seen her she was perfect, but now he knew how right he’d been. Something deep inside him called to her, and he knew he’d do anything he had to for her to stay with him. Always.

  When he wrapped her in his arms, the skin-to-skin contact was almost his undoing. She was smooth and silky against his skin, and he loved the way they moved together. Before he knew it, he’d backed her onto the bed, and she was scooting to a comfortable position. She settled into the exact spot he lay every night.

  Kris joined her, but instead of covering her with his much larger body, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and dipped his face to her weeping cunt. One swipe of his tongue, and Kris was gone. Her nectar was the sweetest bliss he’d ever found. He knew he’d never get enough.

  Taking his time, he sucked each lip one at a time before plunging his tongue inside her and licking her from cunt to clit. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she squealed, and her back arched off the bed.

  “Ah, that’s it, little Rose,” he praised in between licks and nips. “I want to hear how you love what I’m doing. I want to know I’m doing exactly what you want, what you need.”

  “Sweet Mother, yes, Kris! Yes! Just like that!” Her fingers tunneled through his hair, and she pulled him closer. Kris fastened his mouth on her clit, sucking and licking her with all the passion he had in him. He knew she was close, and he wanted to make her wild.

  For him. Only him.

  Her orgasm crested in an almost violent wave of pleasure Rose hadn’t truly been prepared for. For the first time in her life, she screamed out her pleasure.

  And screamed and screamed and screamed.

  The sensations seemed to go on forever, and she knew she’d always view this night as the one that changed her life. Whether it was the magic of Christmas, or simply this wonderful, magical man, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. She just knew that this was the way it was supposed to be between two people. Had another man done the things to her Kris was doing, it would probably feel good, but nothing like it did with Kris. She’d thought about the Snow Elf often over the years, but never did she imagine she’d be on her back with him loving her so thoroughly as this.

  His skin, with very little body hair, slid against hers where they touched. His muscled torso rippled with his every move. The ends of his hair tickled where they brushed the skin of her legs and lower belly. Everything about him enticed her. He called to the woman within her, making her want to give him everything she had to give.

  Forest folk tended to make up their minds rather quickly. They didn’t stop to question why they’d been brought together, or even if they were making the right choice in a mate. As was the way of the Wood, Rose accepted her place with Kris and gave herself to him freely and exuberantly.

  When she could finally open her eyes, Kris had climbed his way up her body and settled himself between her legs. The veins stood out on his neck and temples, and he looked like he was supremely uncomfortable. Rose smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

  “Welcome home, Kris.”

  When he groaned and slid easily inside her, Rose wasn’t smiling any longer. She groaned right along with him.

  Kris’s ears echoed with her words. He had seen many couples in the forest who had found a home with each other, but he truly didn’t expect love to come so easily for him. Didn’t the old saying go something like you never appreciated something unless you had to work for it? This just seemed to have happened too easily. The King would probably box his ears if he knew what Kris was thinking. Generally, no one questioned the working of Mother Nature, but Kris just expected to have to win Rose’s heart.

  Though, feeling her hot
, slick cunt wrapped so snugly around him, it was hard to think about anything else. After giving himself a moment to adjust and get a grip on himself, he moved. Slowly at first, then with more vigor.

  They looked at each other. Try as he might, Kris couldn’t tear his gaze from hers. Her clear blue eyes snared him as surely as if she’d trapped him to her. He was totally and completely in love with Rose, and he’d never been so glad to be chosen for anything in his life. Had he not been the new Father Christmas, and had it not been mandatory he choose a wife, he never would have had the courage to claim Rose.

  Or perhaps, he never would have been in a situation where she had the opportunity to claim him.

  Now, he lowered his forehead to hers as he made love to her. “I love you, Rose. I have since the first moment I saw you.”

  She tilted her head to kiss his mouth. “I love you too.” She let her hands trail down his back to his ass, and she squeezed, urging him to move harder and faster. “Now fuck me until I scream, my love.”

  Now, what self-respecting Elf could refuse that? Wrapping his arms tightly around Rose, Kris surged into her. Harder and faster he moved, doing his best to make sure her clit got as much friction from his pubic area as he could. He was perilously close to coming, and he was damned sure going to take her with him.

  Neither of them spoke as they moved. Kris fucked her with all the love he felt, and Rose met every thrust with one of her own. Their breathing was ragged, and their bodies slapped together loudly in the silence of the cottage. The only sound that didn’t scream sex was the crackling of the fire. And even that seemed to add to the urgency they were both feeling.

  Kris slid his hands underneath Rose’s ass and gripped her, moving her faster. Rose gripped his back, digging in her nails and marking him. Their sighs and grunts turned to shouts and little screams, and it wasn’t long before neither of them could hold back any longer.

  “Oh, great Mother, Kris. I’m coming!” Rose could do nothing more than breathe her expletive. There was an urgency within her to push through her orgasm lest she lose it. Regardless, it was happening whether she was ready or not.