She stuck out her chin. “You don’t believe me? I’ll show you.”
She waved one petite hand in the air and at once a window appeared in both the protective shimmering wall and the outer fabric of the tent. She chuckled when Jaguar’s eyes popped at the sight and he rubbed them.
“Am I hallucinating?” he muttered. “Is it that damn Thermavan? I can’t really be seeing this.”
Sonia snorted. “Oh, they’re real all right.”
A horde—the only word for it—of sexy warriors was circling the tent in constant motion. They each held a large bow and had quivers of arrows strapped to their backs. One after the other they fitted their arrows to bow strings, pulled the strings taut and let fly. As each arrow found its mark in the ground a huge drift of snow mounded around it. Just above them, in constant motion, was the largest cherub blowing a constant stream of air to increase the size of the mounds until they were mammoth drifts. They moved in perpetual motion like a well-oiled machine. With each pass around the tent the drifts increased in number as well as size.
The stream of air coming from their collective mouths was creating gale force winds, shaking the tent.
“I sure as hell hope you know how to keep us from being blown away,” Jaguar said in a tight voice. “Meanwhile, I have to get a picture of this or no one will believe me.” He reached for his pack, lying to one side, and pulled a camera from a zipped pocket.
“No.” Sonia slapped his hand down. “You can’t take pictures.”
He frowned. “Why not? The guys will really think I’ve lost it if I don’t have some proof of this bizarre episode.”
“Terrible things happen to people who try to take pictures of our world,” she warned.
“Oh, yeah? What could be more terrible than being stranded in a snow storm with an elf and Cupid?”
Sonia glared at him. “So it’s terrible being stranded with me? Perhaps I was mistaken and you weren’t the one having his cock sucked a minute ago.”
He swallowed hard and said, “Wait. That didn’t come out quite right.”
“Damn right it didn’t. Put that camera away.” She waved her hand again, the window disappeared and in another moment, the force of the wind abated slightly.
“So now what?” he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Either he’s decided he’s done enough damage, or he’ll be back with reinforcements. But it will be a while before he returns.”
“Now I really need to see if I can get in touch with my team.”
He reached for his pack again and pulled out a satellite radio. Punching some numbers, he held it to his ear, waited, then frowned.
“I can’t get any reception here. What the hell is going on?”
Sonia shrugged. “I told you, Cupid. He’s probably built a fence of ice arrows around us, too. Anything to keep me from getting out there and doing my job.”
“Your job?” His eyebrows rose. “What about my job? I have work to do.”
She grinned at him. “I guess you won’t be doing it for a while.”
“Damn it, Sonia, or whatever the hell your name is. This isn’t funny.”
She looked at his erection, waving proudly at her. “No, but it could be fun. Listen, when he expends his power, I’ll be able to do something, but for right now, we might just as well relax and enjoy ourselves.”
Before she even realised what he was doing, Jaguar reached for her and hauled her into his lap. She had to straddle him to maintain balance, bringing the naked flesh of her pussy flat against the hard muscles of his abdomen. His face was barely an inch from hers.
“If that’s the case, there’s only one thing to do.”
“Oh?” She flashed a dimple at him. “And what would that be?”
He mouth curved in a feral grin. “I say we might as well find out just how long the special effects of Thermavan last, don’t you think?”
His hands cupped her head and his mouth descended to hers as it had before, his lips brushing gently at first, in a slow, even movement. Sonia didn’t even dare to breathe, the contact felt so good. His kisses were drugging, his lips like rough velvet and so warm they almost singed her. His tongue traced the outline of her mouth, leaving a trail of fire at every point of contact. She parted her lips on a breath and his tongue slid gently inside, tasting her.
On a sigh, she opened her mouth wider, welcoming his intrusion, meeting his tongue with her own. It was like swallowing a flame. The dance they engaged in was teasing, tantalising, promising more. When the tip of his tongue swept across the roof of her mouth, the throbbing in her cunt edged up a notch, making her squirm against Jaguar’s naked body.
His muscles tightened at once. “Jesus, Sonia.” He breathed the words almost like a prayer and slid a hand down to her throbbing cunt, gently probing her wet folds..
She moaned into his mouth, hitching her hips against the intrusion of his finger. He flicked it gently back and forth and was rewarded by a purr of pleasure. She was so wet his finger was already coated with her cream.
“Damn,” he breathed into her mouth. “You should be illegal.”
Beneath the soft globes of her bottom, his hard cock flexed against her and he groaned again.
“I want you naked this time,” he growled, “but I don’t want to let go of you long enough to strip off your clothes.”
“No problem,” she whispered against his lips, lifting one hand from where it clutched his shoulder and waving it in the air. In seconds, her elf outfit was laying on the thermal blanket next to Jaguar’s Nomex suit and boxers.
He moved his head to stare. “I’ll be damned. You’re a handy person to have around. In more ways than one.”
He lay back on the thermal blanket, taking her with him. Sonia snapped her fingers and a thick pillow materialised beneath his head. He grinned at her, but the look in his eyes was hungry and feral.
“Your turn, sweet thing,” he told her.
“My turn?” she asked, her lips curved in an impish grin. “I thought I just had my turn.”
“Oh, I thought I’d return the earlier favour while my impetuous cock takes a second to rest. Which seems to be about all it needs.”
He arranged her so she straddled his chest then pulled her forward so her cunt was almost touching his mouth. His tongue lapped at the flesh covered with soft curls, swallowing the sweet cream coating the surface.
“Pull those sweet lips open for me,” he told her, his hands on her hips urging her forward that last little bit of distance.
Hands trembling, Sonia reached down and pulled back her labia, exposing her pink inner flesh. Jaguar’s hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place, and a low growl of lust rumbled in his throat. His tongue reached out again and flicked against the sensitive bud of her clit—one, twice, three times. She jerked in pleasure each time, leaning forward so she could brace herself on his broad shoulders.
“You taste better than any brandy, sugar. My god, I could get drunk on you and stay that way forever.”
“Lick me again,” she begged. “Oh, please.” Her small fingers dug into his shoulders.
“With pleasure,” he growled.
His tongue moved on her hot pussy, sliding over her clit and flicking it back and forth before dipping into her cunt and lapping at her inner lips. Sonia shivered at the delicious sensations that rushed through her. She rocked her pelvis against Jaguar’s mouth, urging his tongue to plunge deep inside her. But he was obviously determined to take his time, anchoring her in place with his big hands and teasing her with darting forays of his tongue.
The muscles in her tummy clenched, her womb clenched and she moaned her pleasure as he lapped and sucked her flesh, nipping lightly then soothing each place with his mouth. The desire in her rose and rose, and she closed her eyes, reaching for the edge of fulfilment so she could tumble over it. But Jaguar wasn’t about to be rushed. No matter how she rocked and pleaded and cried out her need, he never changed the measured pace of his stroking.
H
is wickedly clever tongue plunged in and out of her heated channel, rasping against the sensitive inner walls. Icy heat raced through her veins and delicious shivers skittered along her spine. The pulse deep within her pussy was beating with the insistence of a jungle drum, driving the pleasure throughout her body.
He pushed her along the hard edge of pleasure until she lost all sense of self, of being, focused only on the tongue fucking her with such finesse and enthusiasm. Finally, when she didn’t think she could stand it one more second, when she was beyond mindless with the need that consumed her, he gave her the release her body craved. Moving one hand so his thumb played an erotic tune on her clit, he thrust his tongue deeper into her cunt and fucked it in and out until her climax crashed over her. She shook with the force of it and her liquid poured onto his tongue.
When she was completely boneless, he shifted her to the side so she lay on the blanket. She wasn’t sure she could drag air into her lungs again and her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she was afraid it might break through. Jaguar stretched out next to her, his arms cradling her against him, his lips brushing soft kisses on her forehead.
Chapter Three
“So tell me again how you supposedly landed at the South Pole and what you’re supposed to be doing here?”
Sonia was nestled against Jaguar’s warm—and she did mean warm—body, her head on his shoulder, one arm holding her close while his free hand drew circles around her nipples. The orgasm had drained her but already her desire was growing again, the tiny bundles of nerves in the walls of her pussy stimulating the muscles and giving rise to a fresh spate of her honey. She had to admit, the man had an educated tongue, but what she really wanted was his big impressive cock inside her. Filling her. Stretching her.
“Okay,” she sighed, wriggling her bottom against him. “But one of these times you’ll have to believe me.”
He chuckled. “I’ll give it a shot.”
“Christmas is bigger than it ever was,” she went on, “especially with all the new toys being designed. And there are more and more children around the world needing toys. That’s put a strain on our factory at the North Pole. We also figured out we had to send the sleighs from more than one place. You know, to better cover the entire world in one night.”
“The entire world. In sleighs.”
Jaguar lightly pinched a nipple, and a sound between a sigh and a moan rolled from her lips.
“Uh huh.” Tingles streaked from her nipple to her pussy, and Sonia had to force herself to concentrate. “So our boss, better known as Santa Claus, held a big meeting and announced we’re expanding to the South Pole. We’re going to build a bigger factory here and set up a whole new compound of elves.”
“Compound of elves.”
Sonia reached one small hand down and wrapped it around his shaft, squeezing gently.
Jaguar jerked. “Hey! How about a little warning there?”
“How about not repeating everything I say.”
“Listen, Sonia Snowflake or whatever your name is. You gotta admit the story is totally farfetched.”
“Not any more than you telling me about a drug that can keep your body temperature up in frigid climates and also make you horny indefinitely.”
“Okay.” He kissed her forehead, his talented fingers still busy at her nipples, rolling and squeezing them. “I’ll give you that. But I think I’d even say my story’s more believable than yours.”
“Maybe. But how do you explain the sudden snowstorm when none was predicted? Or that it keeps getting worse.” She squeezed again. “I’m telling you, it’s Cupid on the warpath.”
“I thought Cupid was all about love,” he protested. “Why’s he making war?”
“He thinks people love Santa more than they love him. He’s been warning us that he hates having Christmas overshadow Valentine’s Day.”
Jaguar rolled her on top of him. “Someone should tell him he’s supposed to make love, not war.” His hand trailed down her spine to the curve of her buttocks, fingers dancing lightly in the cleft.
Sonia shivered with delight at the sensations his touch was creating. The insistent beat in her pussy was growing and her already sensitive clit throbbed with need. “We’re trying, believe me.” She wriggled her body against his, pushing herself up.
“Where are you going?” he demanded. “We’re in the middle of things, here.”
“Just need to check in with the others for a minute.”
His jaw dropped and he stared at her. “Right now. Right now?”
“Yes, right now.” She needed to pull herself together before she totally forgot why she was there. She bent over and kissed the head of his shaft. “Don’t go anywhere, big boy.”
The gale force wind had finally died down, no longer roaring in their ears. Sonia figured Cupid and his warriors had taken off for a while to regroup, so she manoeuvred her hand under the thermal wall of the tent enough to grab a handful of snow and pack it into a firm ball. Blowing on it until it turned red, she lifted it to her ear and tapped twice.
“Hello? Anyone there? Come in, B.E.L.L.S., wherever you are.” She listened for a moment. “Ooh, Tasha. You’re with Axel? Really? I didn’t know he was one of the three military dropped here.” She paused. “Yum. And you’re doing all right?” She listened for a moment, nodding. “Okay, as long as you’re all okay. Oh, and be sure to ask him about this drug he created.” She giggled. “It has some interesting side effects. Me? I’m with a big cat named Jaguar. We’re in a tent in the middle of…someplace.” She listened again, her lips curving into a smile. “Oh, yeah. You’d better believe it.” She paused. “Kendil? You okay, too? All right, guys. Okay. Later.”
She threw the ball into the air and watched it disintegrate.
Lying on his back, hands clasped behind his neck, Jaguar stared at her and shook his head. “I swear it’s the drugs. That’s just not possible.”
Sonia giggled again, then dropped down beside him once more. “Anything is possible. You just have to believe.”
“So are both of the other…um…B.E.L.L.S. safe from the storm?”
“Uh huh.” She winked at him. “And it seems they’ve each snagged a hottie of their own.”
Jaguar’s laugh rumbled in his chest. “Hottie, huh? Is that what I am?”
“You betcha.” Her hand drifted down to his cock again. “And I do mean hot.” Her fingers began drawing little circles on his chest, her nails scraping across his flat nipples. “By the way, one of them is with your Dr. Axel Cole. You didn’t tell me he was along on this trip.”
His chest rose and fell as her fingers moved over his skin, down to his navel and back up to his nipples. “I’m losing my concentration.”
“That’s the idea. Maybe then you’ll believe my story.”
“Okay.” His body tensed as her hand drifted low enough for her fingers to circle his cock. “So if you really are an elf, and scouting a location is your mission, how come Santa sent warrior elves for a simple real estate job?” His arm holding her against him tightened. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m even asking this question.”
“Pretty soon you might even believe me.”
He brushed her hand away and rolled her onto her back. “I’ll tell you what I believe. I believe that, elf or not, you’re the hottest woman I’ve been with for a long time and I’m wasting too much time talking.”
Sonia watched his eyes darken with heat. “I agree. So what do you have in mind?”
“Want to play a little game?” he asked, then nipped her bottom lip.
“Ooh.” She squirmed beneath him. “I love games. What did you have in mind?”
“You have to promise me no magic, okay?”
“No magic?” She pretended to pout. “That’s no fun.”
His grin was purely carnal. “Oh, I think you’ll agree it will be fun.”
Holding her tightly, so she couldn’t wiggle away, Jaguar stretched out one long leg, hooked a foot into the handle of his backpack and pulle
d it towards him.
“What’s going on?” Sonia asked, eying him with suspicion.
“Just getting a few…toys out of here.”
Her eyes widened. “Toys? You have toys in there?”
“No, sugar.” He chuckled. “Not the kind you’re used to. These would give Santa a heart attack. Anyway, I’m improvising here.”
With his free hand, he pulled open the Velcro flap, reached in and tugged out what looked like a long silk scarf.
Sonia eyed it, startled. “You carry a whole wardrobe in there?”
“This is specially woven material to wrap around our faces. It keeps the wind out and our breath in.” He kicked the backpack away. “But I have a better use for it.”
He moved so swiftly Sonia barely realised what was happening. She blinked, and her wrists were tied together, stretched over her head, the ends of the scarf wrapped securely around one of the tent pegs.
“How did you do that?” she demanded. “I hardly saw you move.”
He grinned down at her. “I have my own kind of magic, too.” He tested the scarf to make sure it was secure, then put his hands on her thighs and spread her legs, kneeling between them. “Now I’m going to show you what it is.”
Jaguar let his eyes roam the length of her body, his nostrils flaring as they took in her scent.
“I wish I could bottle that as perfume,” he told her, lust flashing in his eyes.
He bent his head and took one hardened nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and pressing it against the roof of his mouth. She arched up to him, heat surging through her. Her nipples felt sensitised and swollen, and every flick of his tongue, every rasp of his teeth, only raised her level of desire higher. He sucked on it and played with it until Sonia was afraid it might burst. Then he drew his lips back, pulling the nipple with them and nipping it gently with his teeth.
She twisted in the grip of the scarf, her helplessness so arousing that the muscles of her pussy flexed and spasmed and honey trickled from her. When Jaguar eased his head back down, the nipple still captured in his mouth, and pulled on it again, a soft moan rolled up from her throat. Still holding the hardened bud with his lips, he ran the tip of his tongue back and forth across the pebbled surface.
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