by Julia Mills
Putting on the best front he could, Quinn nodded, “Absolutely, who doesn’t love a party?”
With a knowing expression, Donovan motioned for Quinn to sit down and after the older elf had also taken a seat, he said, “No need to put on a good front for me. I may be Elsa’s father but I was also newly mated once upon a time and I know you want to be anywhere but here.”
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Donovan produced an antique key and handed to the Guardsman explaining, “Take the sleigh, it’s all ready for you, and follow the path behind the barn, around the patch of holly bushes, down the row of Birch trees to the fifty-foot Jack pine that’s covered with pine cones and to the left you will see a little red bungalow.” The elf winked, “I think it might be the perfect place to start your honeymoon.”
Needing no more persuasion, Quinn uttered a quick ‘thank you’ before jumping to his feet, stalking across the dance floor and coming up behind his beautiful mate. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he leaned down until his lips touched the point of her ear and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
Turning in his arms, Elsa nodded, “I thought you’d never ask.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Picking up his elf, Quinn spun towards the exit and to the sounds of clapping and cheers left the pavilion. Heading straight to the sleigh, he carefully placed Elsa on the seat and wrapped her in the fur blankets before climbing into the driver’s seat. Pushing the reindeer to their top speed, Quinn followed the directions Donovan had given him while his mate held tight to his hand. Arriving with a sliding stop in front of the secluded chalet, the Guardsman jumped from the sleigh, raced to Elsa’s side, picked her up and flew to the door.
Fumbling with the key, he finally relented and gave it to Elsa. No sooner had the lock clicked than he opened the door, crossed the threshold and kicked the door closed, his lips finding hers while she was still in his arms. The slow burn of their passion rapidly became an uncontrollable blaze as he slipped his arm out from under her legs and her body slid down his.
His erection pushed against his zipper, his need to be one with his mate a living breathing entity within him. Walking Elsa backward, sure not to break their connection, Quinn reached for the first doorknob they came to, lifted his mate’s feet from the floor and walked forward until they were standing next to the bed.
Wanting their first time to last as long as both he and his beautiful elf could stand, Quinn kissed the column of her neck, nipped across the apex of her shoulder, and tasted of every freckle he could find as the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filled his senses. He smiled against her skin, thrilled that she was just as excited as he was. Kissing his way back to her mouth, marking every inch of her silken skin as his and his alone, he kissed until visions of their naked bodies intertwined in breathless abandon was all either could imagine and then repeated his efforts on her other bare shoulder.
The more he tasted, the more labored Elsa’s breathing became, making her voluptuous breasts a temptation he would no longer resist. Kissing across the neckline of her dress, letting his tongue dip behind the row of glittering crystals to taste the decadent flesh of his one true mate, was a treat from the Heavens. His heart beat faster and his cock grew even harder as she moaned with pleasure and held him close, unable to resist the unbreakable bond between them. Pulling down the zipper at her back, Quinn’s fingers touched every inch of naked flesh as it was unwrapped. Elsa writhed under his attention, grabbing his hands to hurry him along.
“Patience, mo elf beag,” he growled against her skin. “I waited a lifetime for this and I plan to enjoy every single moment.”
She groaned with disapproval as he continued his slow perusal. His mouth watered as he peeled away the cloth of her bodice, revealing all of her ample breasts and dusty pink nipples begging to be teased and tasted. Licking across first one and then the other, he was rewarded with an, “Oh, sweet Goddess, Quinn…please…I love…I love… oh yes…” from his mate
“You love who, mo chroi’?” he asked with a smirk against her heated skin.
Not giving her time to answer, the dragon took the nipple he’d been teasing between his lips, sucking harder and nipping with a bit more intent until Elsa bowed her back, holding him to her chest, and screaming his name. His hand kneaded her other breast, working her nipple to a hardened point between his thumb and forefinger.
The scent of her arousal grew more intense, filling the room with the aroma of love, life and his Elsa. There would never come a time in all of eternity that he would tire of that scent. His dragon pushed and roared in his head, demanding he continue undressing their beautiful mate, both man and beast driven to taste all that their elf had to offer. Releasing her breast, Quinn immediately licked just the very tip of the other before pulling it between his lips as he pushed her gown over her stunningly rounded hips and let the material float to the ground. With a mind of their own, his hands lingered on her amazing curves, lovingly appreciating the fact that his mate was all woman. His fingers stilled as they slipped under the thin lace of her underwear.
Letting her nipple fall from his mouth, Quinn kissed the valley between her breasts, loving her sighs of pleasure and moans of delight as left a trail of heat and seduction down her body. Reaching the silk of her panties, the dragon inhaled long and deep, immersing himself in Elsa’s wonderful scent. Kneeling between her thighs, he slid her dress from around her ankles before ripping her panties from her body, and threw the offending material over his shoulder. Looking up her gloriously naked body, Quinn’s mouth watered with the desire to feast as he saw fit.
Elsa was gorgeous when clothed, but naked she was a thing of absolute beauty. As slowly as his growing arousal would allow, his eyes worked their way from the Christmas red of the polish that covered her toes, up her shapely legs that very soon would be wrapped around his head, to her soft, full thighs he could not wait to feel clinging to him. Her rounded stomach and curves only fueled his extremely vivid imagination and begged to be tasted over and over again.
“Quinn?” His name on her lips drew his gaze.
“Yes, mo grhá?” he sighed, massaging up and down her thighs, sure to brush the outer lips of her pussy on every pass, loving that her hips sought out his touch, moving in time with his strokes.
“Quinn…I need…” She gasped, breathless as his index finger ran up and down her slit, dripping with the proof of her arousal.
“What is it you need, mo stóirin?” he teased, enjoying her ragged breathing and need to move with him. Quinn gazed at Elsa in the throes of passion, thanking the Heavens, the Universe and every other deity he could think of for such an amazing mate. He loved that her head was thrown back, eyes closed tight, and mouth open wide as she called his name over and over like a lifeline holding her to his heart.
“I…oh my, Quinn, yes Quinn…you, my love, yes…yes…” She wailed as he pushed his finger through her folds, the proof of her arousal freely flowing from her, wetting his hand and wrist. Her pussy contracted around the tip of his finger, attempting to pull him farther into her warm, wanting body. Adding another finger, he slowly glided in and out, her juices providing the perfect lubrication. His thumb drew lazy circles around her swollen clit while his fingers continued to work her towards completion. Every few swipes he bent the tips of his fingers in a come hither motion and gently brushed the special bundle of nerves that he instinctively knew would drive his mate wild.
Needing to taste her more than he needed air, Quinn quickly removed his fingers, chuckling, as Elsa whined at the loss and grabbed for his hand, then leaned down and thrust his tongue into her pussy as far and as fast as he could. Her taste exploded on his tongue, flashes of light burst before his shuttered eyes. Devouring his mate like a man possessed, the dragon grabbed every drop of her juices, fulfilling himself and his beast as never before. She tasted of happiness and home and everything good and right in the world. The more his tongue moved within her, the drunker he became on his little elf. Her hands tugged at
his hair. Her legs flew over his shoulders and closed tight around his head. Breathing became almost impossible, and for the most part forgotten as he consumed all that she gave.
Elsa’s body tensed. He could hear her heart pounding in time with his. Her legs tightened even more against his head and in the next second she was wailing his name as she came on his tongue, filling his mouth until her juices ran down his chin. Overjoyed at the responsiveness of his mate, Quinn continued to lick and tease as his mate floated back to earth. Looking up, he found her smiling a lazy smile and gazing at him through passion-filled eyes. His only thought was to find a way to keep that exact look on her face for eternity.
His cock pulsed against the zipper of his tuxedo pants. Not wanting to leave his place between His mate’s thighs, but needing to feel her skin against his, Quinn stood, and in one fluid motion, threw off his jacket, and ripped the white dress shirt from his body, smirking at the buttons flying around the room. Reaching for the buckle of his belt, he stopped short as Elsa pushed them away.
His eyes flew to hers. “What are you doing?”
“It’s my turn, my big strong dragon,” she winked. He had no idea how she had moved so quickly, but from the look of mischief in her eyes and her sly grin Quinn didn’t care, he was lost to her sweet seduction. All thoughts of anything but being buried deep inside her flew from his mind like ashes in the wind.
Unbuckling and unzipping his pants, Elsa kept his eyes hostage with her magnetic blue gaze. She pressed her body to his, the electrical sensation of their connection raising goose bumps all over his body. Her hardened nipples brushed against the taunt muscles of his chest and his mouth watered with the need to taste of her all over again. With her thighs pressing against his, she moved their bodies until the bed bumped the back of his knees. His pants slid down his legs, pooling on top of his shoes. Starting to bend over, needing to be naked, to feel every part of Elsa against every part of himself, Quinn was again stopped by his little elf’s hands, only this time on his shoulders.
Slowly shaking her head, his mate gently pushed her hands against his chest until Quinn was sitting on the side of the bed. Then without any notice, she drove the breath from his lungs as she dropped the knees before him and demurely glanced up through her impossibly long, dark eye lashes. The Guardsman’s heart skipped a beat. He’d never seen anything more beautiful, more alluring, more enticing in his entire life. Needing to be inside her, Quinn grabbed her shoulders, trying to pull her onto his lap, shoes and pants be damned. But Elsa shook her head once again, denying him the pleasure he so desperately needed but promising him with her gaze so much more if he would only be patient.
Lifting first one foot and then the other, Elsa removed his shoes and socks and then his pants. She ran her nails, painted the same Christmas red as her toes, up his shins and across his thighs, stopping mere inches from his straining cock. His mischievous mate drew figure eights up and down his thighs, the friction of her touch against the smattering of short, dark hair causing a friction that made it difficult for him to breathe.
Her mind was completely open to him. She let him feel, as well as hear, that his pleasure was her only focus. The want and need to please him as he had pleased her and mark him as hers, just as she was his was just as overwhelming for her as it was for him.
Coherent thought became impossible when her lips closed around his cock. The air fled his lungs as she sucked as much of his considerable length into her mouth as would fit. Lost to their combined thoughts, Quinn once again missed Elsa’s movement. With slow precision that threatened his hard-fought patience, she worked him in and out of her mouth, her tongue massaging the pulsing vein that ran from base to tip.
His head fell back as his body shook with the sheer power it took to restrain himself from lifting her off the floor, throwing her on the bed, and burying himself deep inside her. The pleasure she gave him pushed at the very sanity of both man and beast.
“You are killing me, mo ghrá,” he sent directly in her mind.
Her answering chuckle was maddening and incredibly sexy. “Oh, I think you’ll be fine. After all dragons are the mightiest in the land, are they not?”
Any response he could’ve thought of was driven from his mind as she pulled her head back until only the very tip of his cock lay in the confines of her miraculous mouth and teased the slit at his tip until the muscles in his thighs shook and the breath seized in his lungs. Continuing her exploration, she licked around the ridge while her hands closed around his balls, tenderly massaging while driving him completely out of his mind. The nails of her free hand scratched the tense muscles of his ass, adding a whole new dimension to the web of love and seduction she wove.
In one swift motion, Elsa sucked him deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock touching the back of her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed over and over while her hands matched the rhythm at the base of his shaft. No longer able to stay upright, the Guardsman fell back onto the bed, his arms keeping him halfway upright as his balls drew tight against his body a split second before he released into her mouth, his shout of pure bliss echoed throughout the chalet.
Returning to earth after the best orgasm of his life, Elsa’s thoughts of undying love filled not only their bond but his soul while she continued to work him across her sweet lips. Needing to feel her skin against his in the worst way, Quinn pulled his once again hardening cock from her mouth and slid his hands under her arms.
Elsa resisted. Instead, pushing him onto his back and climbing over his body with a look of pure heat and desire in the depths of expressive azure eyes. The hypnotic sway of her breasts as they swung side to side leading her hips in a captivatingly seductive dance made the dragon cross-eyed with desire. The closer she came, the clearer the evidence of her desire wetting the inside of her thighs became causing his mouth to water with the need to once again bathe in all that she was.
However, her hands on his chest and the look in her eyes stilled his movements. Elsa licked her lips, her tongue wetting a trail across the bottom and then the top. Unable to look anywhere but her mouth, Quinn moaned in total ecstasy as she straddled his waist, his straining cock fitting perfectly between the cheeks of her beautiful ass. With her eyes locked on his, she rocked her hips back and forth, lifting ever so slightly making sure to drag his erection through her juices.
Quinn growled low in his throat as Elsa lifted to her knees, gripped his cock in her fist, and positioned him at her opening. Slowly seating him within her throbbing pussy, the couple sighed in unison as her walls quickly adjusted to his girth, fitting around him like a glove. Never had two people fit more perfectly together.
He could feel how important it was to Elsa to control their first coupling, so Quinn pulled upon his years of training and hard-fought control to resist the urge to move. Her feminine walls contracted more frequently and with more pressure until he was sure he would embarrass himself like an inexperienced teenager.
“If I were to die now, buried deep within you, loving you more than all the stars in the sky, I would go to the Heavens a happy man, mo ghrá,” he panted.
“I can think of no better way to go, my love,” Elsa agreed, thankfully as breathless as he was.
Finally, right before Quinn thought he would lose consciousness, Elsa lifted, tightening around him as she raised so high he feared falling from her tight, warm pussy just before descending and rolling her hips as she touched down. The fantastic rhythm she started…rising and falling…tightening and rolling…drove Quinn and his dragon to the brink of insanity.
Cupping her breasts, he felt the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he squeezed and released her silky skin. The sight of his Elsa riding him with such wild abandon opened the door of the dragon’s cage and with a roar the beast took control. Grabbing her waist, Quinn rolled them over until his elf’s blue eyes were gazing up at him. Her legs automatically tightened around his waist, her hands grabbed his shoulders as both man and dragon began thrusting into
her with a barely contained frenzy.
His control completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust. The sounds of their heated flesh slapping together combining with their breathless screams of pleasure filled the room. The faster they moved, the louder she wailed. Her hands slipped from his shoulders. He felt the bite of her nails as they slid down his back. His dragon roared and the man arched his back, thrilled to have driven her to such heights of pleasure.
Her pussy tightened as his cock swelled and his balls again grew tight. They were both careening towards climax. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Elsa’s nails dug deeper into his back. Her back bowed until only the weight of his body against hers kept her from flying from the bed. Their frantic pace quickened as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.
“Look at me, Elsa. Look at the man who will love you forever and always,” Quinn sent directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes snapped to his and together they came. Her pussy held him tight, milking him of every last drop as her juices flowed freely. Slowly, reluctantly, Elsa began to relax while Quinn moved slowly in and out of her, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. He smiled as she shivered from the feel of his cock rubbing against her sensitive walls.
Her eyes began to clear, a satisfied sparkle replacing the clouds of euphoria. His heart clenched in his chest and his dragon purred when she stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment gracing her kiss swollen lips. Unwilling to separate from his beautiful elf, Quinn rolled to his side, taking Elsa with him until their heads rested comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.
It wasn’t long before Elsa cuddled against his chest. Her fingers drew a picture on his chest. One with a Christmas tree and stars and if he wasn’t mistaken snowflakes falling from the sky.
