Christmas Goes Camo

by Allie Standifer, Brenna Zinn, Desiree Holt

  “You do say the strangest things, mortal,” she mused not looking scary or cannibal-like at all.

  “Call me Teague.” He gave up on rational conversation. What would be the point? His brain had gone numb and his cock wanted to burst with need. Slightly horny, his ass, Teague mentally fumed. Axel had some explaining to do if Teague got out of this alive.

  “Weird name.”

  He almost bit through his tongue to keep from snapping at her. “Your name is?”

  “My name is Kendil Jolly,” her tone full of pride as she said the name.

  “And you think my name is weird?” Takes all kinds, he reminded himself while his hand eased between his legs. Just a little relief was all he needed to take the edge off. If he could get crazy Kendil out of…wherever the hell they were, he’d finish himself off and get back to his unit.

  “If you’re going to play with it, can I watch?”

  He jerked his gaze from the rainbow-coloured ceiling, roof or whatever the hell it was, to stare at her. “Come again?”

  She licked those sexy, pouty lips before repeating herself. “Can I watch you touch yourself? I promise not to bother you.”

  “You’re nuts.” It must be catching because Teague actually spent half a second thinking it over.

  “Are you embarrassed of your massive size? You shouldn’t be. I, for one, think it would fit nicely inside me.”

  Teague swallowed so hard he could hear the echo of it in his ears. “You want to have sex with me?”

  Kendil laughed and clapped her hands. “Oh yes. My friend Tasha fucked a human last year. For the next three months she glowed, said it was the best lay of her life. If you knew how old she was, you’d know that’s saying something.”

  He shook his head, not sure where or how the conversation had turned. “You don’t like me.”

  Now she frowned, sinking back on her heels. “What has one thing got to do with the other? I saw your cock. You are hard and dripping with need. I want to fulfil that need with my body. Are you a specist?”

  “What the hell is a specist?” he demanded while his brain formed images of them, naked, skin-to-skin, devouring each other like horny wild animals.

  “You know, someone who hates based on species?”

  The little devil on his left shoulder smacked him. “What the fuck do you care? She’s hot. She wants to screw your brains out.”

  The angel on his right shoulder only shrugged. “Dude, we need to get laid.”

  “Come here.” He drew the blanket away from his body, giving her room to slide in beside him.

  Kendil shot him a breathtaking smile before her clothes disappeared like magic and she pressed her hot, silky, naked flesh against him.

  “If this is a dream,” he whispered against her soft mouth, “don’t ever wake me up.”

  What in the name of winter was she doing? Kendil couldn’t stop her body from reacting to the human’s touch. Her skin ached for the callused caress of his hands while her mouth watered for the taste of him. Never before had she wanted a male, elf or otherwise, with such a desperate, burning need.

  Damn Tasha and her big mouth, Kendil mentally cursed. Before her friend’s sexual encounter with a mortal, they’d both viewed humans as cute, but breakable.

  One minute, she wanted this Teague person as far away from her as possible, and the next, she couldn’t get close enough to him. Was this what Tasha had meant by, ‘not being able to resist her mortal’?

  “How can you smell so good?” His hot tongue fired the nerve endings at the sensitive hollow of her throat as he licked his way to her ear. “Like candy canes and fresh snow.”

  “I’m a being of Christmas magic.” She shuddered with each hungry lap of his tongue.

  “I don’t really care what you are right now. You feel too good to let go, no matter what medication you’re on.”

  Kendil tried to object, but immediately his lips covered hers. His kiss was eager and hot as he claimed her mouth and she felt her own passion rise up to meet his. She brazenly pressed her body against his. Felt his thick erection against her stomach.

  Though she’d been kissed before, nothing compared to the way Teague devoured her. He was the most talented man she’d ever locked lips with and she couldn’t wait to see what else he could do with that talented tongue.

  One rough hand slid down her side to grip her waist while the other rubbed the soft skin of her stomach. His teasing hands trailed lower until she arched into his touch, nearly ready to beg for more.

  Wanting to feel him, she ran her palms down his wide, muscled chest, enjoying the strength of his body. He groaned as her hand dropped lower, past the flat ridges of his stomach and into the dusting of hair leading to his cock.

  “No,” he panted, tearing his lips away from hers. “You touch me and I’ll come.”

  “So?” she shrugged, wondering what the problem was with that. “You’ll get hard again.” She’d make it so, and she nearly groaned with all the erotic ideas popping into her head.

  Teague took a deep breath, pressed his damp forehead to hers and exhaled. “I have to be in you when I come the first time. Please.”

  Kendil quivered with desire and need, and knew she’d do anything to fill the emptiness inside her. “Then do something,” she demanded, her body bucking against his sleek flesh.

  High colour rode his cheekbones as he simply stared at her for the longest moment. Kendil had almost reached the point of getting herself off when he moved like a blizzard. One minute they lay side by side, and the next, she found herself on her back, knees bent, with his head between her spread legs.

  He laid his rough hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs further apart. She trembled, waiting for his touch. When he licked his lips she shook.

  “Human.” She bit her bottom lip to keep from begging.

  His startling navy blue eyes burned up at her. “Teague, woman. My name is Teague and you will be screaming it before I’m done with you.”

  Ohh, she loved a challenge! “We’ll see who’s screaming whose name before this night is through.”

  He didn’t respond, just settled himself deeper between her legs. Using his fingers, he bared her sex. When he pressed his open mouth against her moist skin, thrusting his tongue into her secret lips, she pushed against him, desperate for more, raking her fingers through his hair. He groaned against her quivering flesh as his hands tightened on her thighs.

  With half-closed eyes, she stared down at him. He licked and teased, his eyes shut, absorbed in his task.

  “You taste so sweet.” His hot pants teased her already aroused body.

  Kendil didn’t fight the tension growing in her. She wanted to snap, to leap over the cliff to the fulfilment this human had promised her. When he sucked hard on her clit, flicking his tongue over it, she screamed his name.

  “That’s it, honey, come for me.”

  Her body jolted upright at the force of her orgasm. Gripping his hair, she circled her hips, pushing her clit harder against his tongue. All the while, he murmured erotic encouragements, licking and sucking her from one peak of pleasure to another.

  Her bones puddled into melted butter, her muscles liquid with satisfaction when Teague finally lifted his head and slid up her body.

  He caught her face between his broad palms and kissed her deeply. He nipped her lip then licked the spot with tender sweeps of his tongue. Kendil rubbed her aching nipples against his hair-roughened chest. She didn’t think she’d make it another minute without feeling him pulsing deep inside her.

  His flat nipples were as hard as her own, and she moaned at the additional proof of his desire. The glide of the back of her hands on her own nipples turned her on even more.

  She was wet with desire, aching with need. She restlessly shifted her legs against the thick blankets under her, wanting him inside her, but knowing the anticipation flamed the fire higher. Taut as a pole, Kendil bowed her upper body off the bed when his lips left her mouth to bite down lightly on her
breast.

  She yanked his mouth back to hers. The kiss went supernova. A frantic mating of tongues and teeth.

  Finally, when she could stand the suspense no more, Teague’s knees spread her legs apart and he slid over her. He rocked against her wet slit, pushing inside the juicy, greedy opening.

  And slipped balls deep with one desperate thrust.

  He was huge, hard and moving the moment he bottomed out inside her. The sensation blew her immortal mind. Unbearably aroused, Kendil wrapped her arms around him. The muscles in his back flexed and flowed beneath her exploring hands. She revelled in the feel of him around and in her. Passion, burning and desperate and out of control, had her body bucking up to take more of him. He shoved all the way to her cervix, withdrew, only to come back harder and faster. His lips left her mouth, trailing passion marks along her neck. He fucked her deep as his harsh breaths teased her ear and added another layer to the haze of desire boiling inside her.

  He plunged again, his teeth biting into her shoulder like an animal holding its mate in place. A shot of pure lust jolted straight to her pussy as she came again, this time screaming his name. Large, callused hands cupped her ass, pulling her tightly to him.

  “Squeeze me hard,” he demanded as sweat glued their bodies together. “Milk my cock, honey.”

  Kendil did as he asked, too lost in the demands of her body to even think of refusing.

  When he withdrew, she followed him, thrusting her bottom off the bed, digging her heels into his tight ass, leaving her clit open to his every downward stroke.

  “Fuck that feels so good.”

  He fucked her harder. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together was the only noise in their small hideaway.

  “More,” she demanded, her body already winding up for another orgasm. “Fuck me harder…oh…oh…yes.” Kendil leaned up, her mouth near his ear. “Fuck me, Teague. Please. Just fuck the—”

  She didn’t get a chance to say another word as his mouth slammed down on hers and he fucked her exactly how she needed it.

  The shocking intensity of her orgasm went on and on, shoving her out of her body while the whole world exploded around her. Bright colours showered through the darkness around her.

  Kendil’s body shook with each ripple of sensation that flowed through her, drawing out her pleasure until she knew nothing but Teague and the pleasure he gave her. She tightened around him as her familiar world disappeared.

  Somewhere in the background, she heard a masculine cry of fulfilment. Hot splashes of cum flooded her depths as Teague came hard, shuddering and shouting her name. Right before he collapsed on top of her.

  Chapter Two

  “We’re not done.”

  Sleep had just eased over him when he felt a finger poke his never-ending hard-on. “Trying to sleep here.”

  “How can you possibly sleep with all that going on?” the beautiful, demented illusion demanded to know while her tricky fingers teased his too-sensitive flesh.

  “It’ll still be there when I wake up.”

  Her magical, ice-blue eyes narrowed in thought. “So, no matter how many times you come, you’ll still be like this?”

  He almost grabbed his poor cock in self-defence, but held on to remnants of his pride. “Anything sounds bad when you say it like that.”

  Staring at the colourful swirl of the ceiling, Teague jumped at Kendil’s next move.

  With a shout of pure glee, she straddled him, positioned his cock at her dripping entrance then pushed his hard dick inside her again.

  He stared up at her in amazement. “You can’t be ready so soon.”

  Long silver curls danced around her shoulders as she shook her head. “You think I’m going to let this go to waste?” she squeezed her internal muscles around his cock in a way that had him bucking hard beneath her. “Then you’re crazier than Mort, the one-eared moose. The first round just took the edge off.”

  Teague gritted his teeth to keep from grabbing her hips and slamming into her as deep and hard as his instincts screamed for him to do. “Then by all means, use me like a cheap whore.”

  Her smile should have sent him running for cover. Instead, he felt his heart race and his dick pulse. He truly was a sick, sick man and somehow that didn’t seem so bad anymore. Not with Kendil kissing his neck and rubbing her nipples against him. He found it hard to care about anything.

  For just a second, Teague stopped moving. He allowed himself to feel her body against his. Her pussy tight around his cock. He’d never felt anything better than Kendil’s wet sheath grasping, pulling him deeper.

  He leaned up to press desperate kisses on her forehead, cheeks and mouth. Then he dropped his head back onto the cloud-soft pillow beneath his head. “Fuck me,” he demanded. “Take my cock and ride me hard and fast.”

  And she did. Time after time they took each other until Teague didn’t remember what it felt like to not be in her body. He’d licked and sucked her pussy until her unique flavour had imbedded itself in his brain.

  They’d fucked against the wall, across the small table, on their hands and knees. Everything either one could imagine, they did. And still his cock rose from the dark nest of curls needing more.

  Kendil eyed his wet cock with possessive eyes then licked her lips. “Good thing I’m still hungry.”

  “Is that a fact?” he choked out, not wanting to ruin the moment by begging.

  “I figure I need a little protein after all that hard work.”

  He nodded his head like a lame ass bobble-head doll. “Uh huh.”

  She smiled up at him. “You okay with that, mortal?”

  Again came the head nod. “Uh huh.”

  She dropped to her knees teasing his enormous throbbing dick. With the tip of her tongue, she licked off the small bit of pre-cum shining on the head.

  Lifting her eyes up, they stared at each other for a heartbeat. Teague had stretched his arms above his head, hands clenching a metal rod that had magically appeared out of thin air. That was something he should be thinking about if only he could get his brain working. Too many weird things weren’t adding up, but Kendil’s eye’s flared with desire and he let any thoughts of rational thinking go. He couldn’t take the intensity of her gaze and closed his eyes on a sigh. He leant his head back, ready to be brought to his knees by this mysterious, magical creature who’d appeared out of nowhere to save his life. And give him the best orgasms of his life.

  How could he give this woman up?

  Kendil leant forward and let her tongue swirl around the head. Only once, a gentle tease, like the ones he’d used on her all throughout the night. She pulled away, her eyes rising to meet his navy-blue ones. Slowly, with great deliberation, she licked her lips.

  “Fuck, are you trying to kill me?” he asked as his hips thrust forward.

  “No way. I have a great many plans for this big fellow.” She patted the head with her palm.

  Teague broke under her touch. “For the love of all that’s holy, if you don’t want me to keel over here and now, you’ll put my cock in your mouth and deep throat me like you can’t get enough.”

  “Why didn’t you just say so to begin with?”

  Without waiting for him to reply, Kendil opened her mouth and swallowed Teague’s enormous cock until the tip hit the back of her throat. She tightly closed her lips around the swollen head and sucked on the sensitive flesh, hard.

  Teague shouted something she didn’t understand, his hands fisting tight on the bar she had manifested above his head.

  She pulled back until only the swollen, red-veined tip rested in her mouth. She teased it with her tongue then sucked on it. With a deep sigh of pure pleasure, she deep throated him again. She hadn’t known sucking cock could be so much fun. Most men made it feel like a chore, one to get over with as soon as possible. With Teague, she savoured his unique flavour and taste.

  All she wanted was for her new lover to lose control. To fuck her mouth the way she knew he wanted to. She stroked his dick w
ith her mouth, sucking hard when she pulled back, licking when she went down again. She used her hands to cup and roll his balls. They were tight, and she knew he’d come soon. Kendil couldn’t believe how desperate she was for him to come in her mouth. She wanted to taste him in the back of her throat.

  She sucked and swallowed, his shout of release fuelling her need to take everything he had to give. He came with a cry, his hot cum filling her mouth almost faster than she could swallow. His hands gripped her hair. He tugged, forcing her to look into his face. Without releasing his cock, she did. What she saw in his blue eyes shook her to her very core.

  More than lust, more than need or desire, Kendil saw emotions she didn’t want to name. Instead, she continued to suck and tease his flesh until he grew hard within her mouth again.

  Kendil finally released her grip on his dick when he nearly yanked her to her feet by her hair. Stunned and shocked by this primitive side of him, she stared open mouthed until he crushed her to him in a brutal kiss that made her whole body burn. She knew he had to taste his own release on her tongue, but that seemed to only fuel his need higher.

  Teague spun them around until her breasts were pushed against the cold ice wall. His insistent dick slid between her dripping folds.

  “How can I still want you this much?” Teague didn’t wait for an answer.

  He used his legs to spread her thighs apart. With one hard, flesh-slapping thrust, he filled her, over and over again, until once again her world exploded, leaving only Teague to hold onto.

  * * * *

  Kendil woke up with her head resting on a hard chest, her arm thrown over Teague’s gently rising stomach and one leg tucked between his hot thighs.

  “You’re finally awake.” His warm breath tickled her ear as he spoke.

  Embarrassed and not sure why, Kendil nodded her head, refusing to speak, afraid her voice would wobble.

  “Good, then you can explain exactly what the hell is going on here.” The harshness of his tone belied the gentle stroking of his hand over her back.