by Viola Grace
“Since you asked so politely, yes.”
His lips returned to hers as he gripped her waist, carrying her the few steps to the bed. He sat down and settled her across his lap in a parody of the photo shoot.
“Now, little lady, have you been naughty or nice?”
She squirmed as he moved his hand over her hip and between her thighs.
“Define naughty.” She kissed him and coaxed him into a ravenous duel of lips.
“When you lure others into doing what they wouldn’t have done under their normal circumstances. That is naughty.”
She whispered against his lips. “I am definitely nice then.”
“Oh good. I have always had a soft spot in my heart for nice girls.”
“And a hard spot anywhere else?”
He chuckled and lifted her to straddle his lap. He delved two fingers into her and moved hard and fast until she was whimpering and moving with each thrust. When she was panting and clinging to his shoulders, he replaced his fingers with his cock, and he pulled her onto him.
She groaned as she worked him into her with slow circles of her hips. When he was finally inside her, she started to rock. He leaned back flat on the bed and cupped her breasts while she rode him.
He reached between them as she rocked and plunged, stroking her clit. Her downward thrusts now elicited a yelp from her as her clit’s sensitivity was finally catered to.
Sweat gleamed on her, and he rubbed at her nipples, squeezing the mounds of her breasts until the pleasure-pain pulled another string inside her and yanked her over the edge. She screeched in surprise when her orgasm hit and held tight to his chest, her nails leaving furrows of red in his skin.
He waited until the inner clasp of her muscles slowed, and then, he gripped her hips, pulling her up and down, working her on his cock with his own beat.
Argus bounced her, her breasts jolted and she was forced to cup them to keep them from moving around. His beat could be felt in her back teeth. The jolting was tremendous.
He grunted, lifted her off and turned her so that she was kneeling on the bed on all fours.
Her inner beast liked this idea. When he slid into her wet heat, she groaned, and when he started rapid thrusts that pushed his cock against the front wall of her channel, she was all for it.
Her breasts swayed, but he reached under her and gripped them tight while he pounded into her. She could feel his tension growing, and the urgency fuelled her own. A second orgasm was on the way, and she prepared to miss out on what seemed to be a phenomenal release.
He released one of her breasts and rubbed her clit from the front in time with his thrusts. She rocked back against him and hope began to blossom as the release got closer.
A sharp flick on her clit sent her over, and she heard his shout of release in time with her inhalation. She breathed in, and her chest locked as her body dealt with the energy spilling out through her.
Her channel clenched around him and held him tight as his cock spasmed inside her. He held still, and his body trembled for a few minutes before his cock softened and he slid out of her. With a low groan, he dropped to her side and she followed suit.
Argus pulled her against him and rubbed his face in her curls. “I would very much like to try that again.”
She yawned. “We are going to have to wait. I defy stereotypes. Right now, I just want to rest and enjoy the moment.”
“I fully agree with that statement.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Get up.”
“What?”
“I want to get under the covers.”
He chuckled, got out of bed and folded back the sheets on his side. When his side was ready, he rolled her over and repeated the preparation, tucking her into her bed without her having to do more than grunt.
Light tickled the edge of her curtains, and she rolled over to look for Argus. Tears pricked her eyes when she discovered the sheets behind her were cool. He was gone.
She wiped her eyes and headed for the shower. If the mist was in her face, her tears would be undetectable, even to herself.
She had to get herself together. She would be working with him at six, and he wouldn’t know why she was upset.
She left the bathroom wrapped in a towel with another working at her curls.
Argus was sitting on her bed, and he had two square boxes with him, as well as some coffee cups.
“Since I didn’t think either of us would be up to cook, I brought breakfast to you.”
Dani blinked in surprise. She had already grieved him, and here he was.
He patted the bed. “Come on. Let’s have a picnic and then change the sheets.”
She moved toward him with the slow jerky patterns of a marionette. “The sheets are fine.”
She settled next to him and took the box he handed to her.
He leaned in and kissed her. “They are fine for now. Who knows what will happen next?”
He waggled his eyebrows, and she giggled. He had liberated some utensils from her kitchen, and she opened the box to find blueberry pancakes drowned in syrup with a side of sausages.
“There is a lot of syrup here.” She gave him a wry look.
“I have plans for it.”
It was more of a promise than a threat, but she was careful to save as much as she could. When she set the box aside, he handed her her coffee, and she slurped happily.
“You looked surprised to see me.” He leaned against her headboard and smiled.
“I was. I thought you had crept out and forgotten all about me.”
“I don’t think I will be forgetting anything. It isn’t every day that I get to make love to a reindeer.”
Her coffee wavered in her hand. She cleared her throat. “I beg your pardon?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure that first moment, but now that I have seen those delicate horns coming out of your head, I am fairly certain. Dasher?”
She scooted back, but he grabbed her ankle. “How do you...”
He sighed and slight shifts in his appearance took over. His face grew leaner, his body more graceful and his ears pointed through the thick waves of his hair. “Argus Breathewaite, at your service.”
“You are an elf.”
“I am.”
“From the workshop.” Her mind was scrambling to make sense of it.
“Yes. Did you think that no one would come for you?”
“Well, I did write Santa a pretty nasty letter. He probably wasn’t impressed.”
“He was very impressed. He was just surprised that no one had mentioned anything earlier.”
“How could we? We never have any contact with anyone until the week before Christmas.”
“Will you come back?” His thumb was massaging her instep.
She blinked. Of course they were coming back. How did he not know that? They just wanted their time to live, to become real beings in the eyes of others in a different capacity than hauling a representation of the holiday around in the cold, dark night.
“What is Santa offering?” She smiled slightly and arched her foot in his grip.
“No more segregation. You can mix with the other occupants of the workshop and even have time in the human world if you want it.”
He set the box to the side table and pulled both of her feet into his lap. He massaged and she wriggled happily.
“Anything else?”
“Private quarters and you can socialize with any of the occupants of the workshop, in any way, at any time.”
“What do you think of that?” she groaned as he struck a spot that seemed to be connected to nerves on her inner thigh.
“I think that you are a woman I would like to spend more time with, outside working hours.”
She blinked and cocked her head while her body rioted. “What do you do at the workshop?”
He grinned. “I am one of the investigators for the naughty-or-nice list. You definitely qualify as both.”
“The Nice...” She groaned again, and she felt herself get
wet for him.
“Yes, Santa sends out investigators for situations that are a little murky. I track my target, make an assessment and report back. I am sure that you would be welcome to come with me on those assignments.” His hands reached up to stroke the back of her knees.
She gasped and her coffee wavered. He took the cup from her hand and set it on the side table.
“Why this sudden change of policy?” She bit her lip as he flicked off her towel and pulled her up to straddle him.
“I don’t know, but when we left, Santa had Rudolph in his office, and they were in negotiations.”
She met his gaze as he reached for the box of syrup and flicked it open. With his eyes locked to hers, he painted her neck and breasts with the faintly blue syrup.
Her voice wobbled. “What are you doing?”
“Negotiating. Christmas needs you.” He ran his tongue across the sweet trail. “I need you.”
She shivered as his tongue lapped at her nipple. When he drew it into his mouth and suckled hard, she shook in his arms.
He slid three fingers against her mound, spreading the slick invitation until his digits moved effortlessly. He slipped one into her and teased her as he continued to suck at her breasts, one after the other and back again.
She rocked against him and moaned as her senses all came online.
“What do you need?” He lifted her with an arm around her hips so he could reach the trail of sweetness that had cascaded down her belly.
“I need you. Anything else I can deal with, but right now, I need you.”
He grinned and turned, placing her on her back and drizzled the remaining syrup over her. “Good, I am in the mood for dessert.”
She wanted to laugh, but when he pressed his mouth against her, she moaned. His hand moved between her thighs, fingers shifting in and out in a steady beat as he sucked on her skin and nibbled at her breasts, slowly working his way down her torso.
When her navel had been cleared of all blueberry syrup, he moved lower.
It wasn’t blueberry he was after now; it was her.
His shoulders held her thighs apart as he used his tongue on her, lapping at her clit and stabbing into her with hot, wet thrusts.
The heat was amazing, but she wanted more.
Her hips moved against his mouth, and she reached down, grabbing his pointed ears with care. He lifted his head and moved up her body. His jeans were still keeping them apart, but she undulated against him.
“I want you now, please.”
“That was both naughty and nice. I like it.”
His clothing disappeared in a flash of Christmas magic. He thrust against her, and it took a few blind slides before he found her opening. She groaned as he moved into her, shaking when they were finally coupled.
Argus thrust, she lifted and soon, they were pounding against each other, both seeking the other’s release.
The light outside grew brighter, and they rolled from side to side, each position stroking different portions of her inner anatomy.
Dani held tight to him as he rocked inside her, and when she was on top, she stroked his chest as her hips moved to impale her ever deeper.
It could have been minutes, hours or even days. When he reached between them and stroked her clit, she yelped in surprise and fell forward as she shook uncontrollably.
He gripped her hips and pumped upward, once, twice, and then, he groaned as his cock jerked inside her.
She lay across his chest and panted, a smile forming on her lips. “What do you want for Christmas, Argus?”
He stroked her back. “I want that, with cranberry syrup. So that you know we are in the holiday spirit.”
She laughed and drew circles on his chest with her fingertip. “I think that can be arranged if I don’t have to head back to the stable after the night shift.”
“Santa is willing to give you whatever you want to keep you on the team.” His hands moved over her spine.
What the reindeer wanted was time during mating season to find a mate, but if they were being offered one all year round, that was fine with her.
“Could you be content with me and not an endless string of humans?” The soft question hung in the air.
He stroked her back and the curve of her hip. “I could indeed. You are not the only ones who are looking for more than just a physical release. We want companions for our lifetime, but that isn’t possible with humans. When Santa offered us the chance to convince you to come home, by any means, we jumped at it. A chance at a reindeer? It is a dream come true.”
“You dream about reindeer?” She chuckled. “For one month a year, I dream about sex.”
“I think I can help you with that.” He stroked her spine again.
“You know, I think you can.” She sighed. “Where is the collar?” She leaned up and looked at him, blowing curls away from her face.
“Collar?” He blushed slightly.
“Yes. The band that I wear that tells Santa where I am.” She grimaced and shifted until he was no longer inside her.
“It is at my place. I did not think it appropriate to bring along.”
“Well, I had hoped to stay here until the twenty-third, but if I have to make a choice, I will go home with you.”
He sat up and dumped her to the bed. “You were planning to go back to the workshop?”
She leaned up on one elbow. “Of course. We are a team. I would never leave Ru to pull the sleigh on her own. That many hopes and dreams are heavy.”
“The others?”
“We will all be back at the workshop before Christmas Eve. It is our duty to our own family.”
He chuckled and grabbed her in a hug. “That is the best news I have heard all week. You are definitely firmly on the nice list.”
She stroked her hand down his ridged abdomen and wrapped her fingers around his surging erection. “I think I want to shoot for naughty.”
He pried her hand away, chuckled and rolled her to her stomach, pressing kisses along her spine. “I think naughty might be within your grasp.”
His tongue trailed patterns along her back. Naughty was certainly something he was familiar with.
Dani stood in the shop and looked around. It was ready for business.
“So, you really own a bunch of boutiques around the country?”
Argus grinned. “This is the first lingerie shop, but yes. It is how I keep track of those who have gotten what they asked Santa for. Assessing the grown-up gives Santa a better idea on the result if he gives a child precisely what it asks for. All year round, I travel to the boutiques and stores, checking in on who has made a career of being naughty and why.”
Dani finished checking the terminal, and she put through the first sale.
Argus blinked. “What are you doing?”
“I am not going to take the items that I used for the shoot. This is the first sale for the shop.”
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “I could have written those off as samples.”
“Nope. If I am going to wear them and enjoy them, they will be mine, not yours. I wear the silk because I like it. If you like it, that is a benefit to you that you can deal with.”
She glanced over her shoulder and placed a tiny kiss on his jaw.
She asked him, “So, have you contacted Santa?”
He grinned. “Yes. I have told him that I would have you home on the twenty-third. Until then, we are free to remain here and get this shop up and running. Are you willing to stay and help?”
“I am. On the twenty-third, my collar goes back on and I will get you home in record time.” Dani winked.
“The snowflakes are pretty fast.”
“No one moves faster than Dasher.”
* * * *
Argus faced his mate in her business form. “Somehow, I expected you to be smaller.”
She bent her foreleg and gestured with the huge rack of antlers. Her eight-foot-high shoulder was within reach if he used the boost.
Argus grinned and followed directions, getting on her back and holding the nearest of her antlers. It was before dawn on the twenty-third and the shop was booming. He had appointed a manager and clerks. They should be able to manage in his absence. If not, he and his auditor would be back in the new year.
Dasher took three steps and launched into the air, her hooves carrying them upward until a portal opened in the sky. In a flash, they were home.
Argus looked around and hoped that the others had made it back in time.
Christmas magic was strong, but it needed the reindeer to spread it around the globe.
Author’s Note
And so we come to the end of Operation Reindeer Retrieval Book 1. Dasher’s story.
Next week, tune in for Book 2, Malled by Christmas. Dancer has been spending time as a mall security guard, seeing the best and worst of the holiday through the eyes of the shoppers.
Nero has been working in his position as a list elf to watch the children when they think no one is looking. Being able to watch one of the missing reindeer is a perk. Seducing her will be his Christmas bonus.
Join me every week until Christmas for a reindeer story that will culminate with Rudolph’s tale on Dec 23rd. The reindeer need a day to get ready, after all.
Thanks for reading,
Viola Grace
http://www.violagrace.com
About the Author
Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.
An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it; she always goes for the cheap laugh.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Dear Santa, Get Bent!
Author’s Note
About the Author
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