Naughty Elf: Mistletoe (Santa’s Naughty Elf Mates)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

RYAN

Miz tasted as sweet as he smelled. When he gave his consent with a happy moan, I melted into him. I'd never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him in that moment.

All night, I'd been waiting for him to say the wrong thing, something that would knock me out of the dream state where I imagined I was his fated mate. Instead, everything he said and did only made me wish he were mine.

My fingers made quick work of his tie and shirt buttons. Finally, I felt his smooth skin beneath my fingertips.

I needed to touch him everywhere, but not on the couch where Ellie liked to play. I broke the kiss to ask, "Should we move to the bedroom?"

He nodded and clung to my neck when I lifted him off the couch. He was firm and solid in my arms. I needed the reminder. I wasn't carrying my sick husband to bed. Miz was healthy, strong, and virile.

What he saw in me, even for a night, I didn't know. If I was just a notch on his bedpost while he waited for his fated mate, I didn't mind, as long as I got to hold, touch, and taste him tonight.

I hesitated by the stairs. I could carry him past them, to my bedroom, but my memories were too close to the surface. I didn't want to ruin my time with Miz, maybe the only time, with thoughts of John. Miz deserved better.

He didn't seem to mind when I tossed him onto his bed. He grabbed a towel from his nightstand and placed it beneath him on top of the comforter. Then, he dragged off his pants and underwear in one go.

"I've never made this much slick before." He lay on his back and lifted his legs, displaying his gorgeous pink cock, lightly furred balls, and glistening hole.

"More for me," I whispered back.

The bed was shorter than mine, which made it harder to balance on my hands and knees between his legs. I looked my fill. I'd never seen so much slick in my life, either. It was dripping down his crack and pooling on the towel.

"Please," he whispered.

"You're so gorgeous." I trailed my hands over his thighs, pushing his legs further apart as I leaned in for a sniff. Even his slick smelled like sugar cookies. Tasted like it, too. I licked up as much of the excess as I could.

Miz moaned beneath me and arched his back, trying to shove his butt closer to my face. I rewarded him with another lick along his seam. His cock drooled precome, and he made more delicious noises with my every move.

I circled his hole, taking in his sweet scent and musky taste. Then, I speared my tongue into him, lapping up more of his slick and working him open.

Once I'd done as much as I could with my tongue alone, I submerged my fingers in his glorious slick. I wanted to dip my cock in him, but I could make him come like this. I twisted my fingers and pressed against the spongy bundle of nerves, and he writhed on the towel.

"Gods, Ryan. I need you inside me."

"I am inside you."

"Your cock, alpha." The way he growled the words made my already hard and leaking cock twitch. I wanted that, too. I couldn't deny it.

He blinked up at me. "Elves don't transmit human diseases."

"Neither do shifters."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Fuck it. No matter what happened tomorrow, Miz and I both needed this tonight. I helped him tuck pillows beneath the towel so he wouldn't strain his back. His hole was already dripping again in the short time it took me to get into position.

I wanted to go slow, but Miz's wet heat enveloped me, and I lost all track of time and space. I sank into him with a groan. My cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I swore I felt Miz's, too, beating as one with mine.

"So good," Miz said between harsh pants. "Need more. Need you to move."

"I'll take care of you," I promised. I would, as soon as I could move without sending myself over the edge. Already, my orgasm was too close.

I pulled out too fast, the head of my cock almost coming free of Miz's body before I slammed back into him.

"Yes, please," Miz panted. "Hard. Fast. Need it. Need you to?—"

He didn't finish that thought, and I didn't care. I was already too lost in his body and our frantic rhythm.

He matched me thrust for thrust, his pleasure-filled cries echoing off the walls. I leaned over him and braced myself on one elbow so I could take his cock in hand. His body froze beneath me as the first splash of cum hit my abdomen.

I only needed a few more thrusts before I followed him into ecstasy, my body pulsing with the urge to bite, claim, mine . My jaw ached with the need to shift and chomp down on his shoulder with my blunt but powerful moose jaws.

My knot took over, surprising me as much as it had that first time with John. It bound us together as Miz's channel squeezed around me. He rolled his hips and cried out when it pressed against his prostate.

I hid my face in his pillow to fight the urge to bite down as his second orgasm hit and his cock spurted between us again. I wanted to kiss and nip at his neck while he came down from his natural high, but I didn't trust myself. My bite wasn't lethal, or cursed, but it would hurt anyone who wasn't my fated mate. I didn't want to hurt Miz.

According to our herd legend, we had descended from wolf shifters. While shifted, an alpha wolf had brought down a moose, eaten its heart, and then bitten a man. That man became the first moose shifter. Like wolf shifters, alphas had knots, and we claimed our fated mates with a bite. I'd all but given up on finding my fated mate, but my moose had other ideas about Miz.

Finally, my knot subsided. I rolled off him, too afraid I might give in to my baser urges and mark him without consent. I rolled onto my side away from him until the urge passed.

"Ryan?" Miz asked. "Are you all right?" He patted my shoulder.

I had recovered enough from the shock to flip onto my back and face his concern. "I should shift."

My moose had some explaining to do before I got too attached to another partner I would need to let go. Miz wasn't dying, but he was looking for his fated mate. With a reaction this powerful after our first time together, we couldn't do this again.

The fae said my moose would help find Miz's mate. I hoped they were right.

Ten minutes later, Miz had the same look of concern as he stepped outside with me. He wore a pair of shorts and slip-on shoes, but nothing else. He was overdressed, in my moose's opinion, but I kept that thought to myself.

At least Miz didn't mind my nudity in my own back yard. I came out here almost daily to shift these days. My moose had been uneasy all spring. I'd assumed it was the weather, but maybe he was reacting to living under the same roof with an attractive omega.

I took Miz's hand in mine and led him through the mowed yard to the line of trees too dense for grass to grow beneath them. I stepped through some brush and dropped down, my hands turning to hooves before they hit the bed of pine needles beneath me.

I brayed into the night air, a happy song of freedom and attraction. I spun toward the scent of omega, nuzzling my snout into his chest. I wanted to bite, claim, and mate with my elf omega, my fated mate.

I brayed again, too overjoyed to return to my human form.

"You're so big." Miz petted my forehead and ears. My antlers neared their full size again, but they were still covered in velvet. I couldn't feel Miz's touch, but his smile lit up my insides.

He stood shoulder to shoulder with me and dug his fingers into my fur. He found an itchy spot between my shoulder blades. I twitched my shoulders and tail, and he scratched it for me.

My moose was already head over hooves in love. Along with the Christmas images he sent before, I now saw Miz with me under the sky, drinking from a stream, and holding a baby.

I hadn't understood the message in January, maybe because I didn't want to understand. I had been mourning John. I would have stayed in that funk, if not for Miz's push to go to therapy with Ellie.

John would always be a part of our lives, but now, Miz could be, too. At least, I hoped I hadn't pushed him away with my confusion.

Miz was still rubbing my flank when I shifted back, changing my head first, then my arms and hands, torso, and lower body. My feet changed last, but by then, I had already pulled Miz against me in a hug. "You're my mate!"

Tears flooded his eyes, and he nodded. "I am."

"I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out." I breathed in his sugary scent and kissed along the shell of his pointed ear. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want you to resent me so soon after John passed. I wanted you to come to me when you were ready."

"I was so ready, I didn't even care who your fated mate was, as long as I could have you first." I chuckled. "I should have known then. I'm not a casual fling kind of guy."

"Neither am I." He sighed and pulled me closer. "It's getting chilly out here, though. Can we go back inside and cuddle some more?"

I kissed his temple and slid my hands down his arms, feeling goosebumps all the way to his wrists. "I would like that."

I bypassed my bedroom again. I would need to face it eventually, but tonight I wanted to revel in the knowledge that Miz was my fated mate, and I was his. He was an elf destined for a long life, same as me. He loved my daughter like his own. He was everything I didn't know I needed in a partner now that I'd lost John.

Those were all wonderful traits, but tonight, I wanted to explore every inch of his sexy body. He still smelled like excess slick and sugar. I wanted to eat him up.

Instead, I lay beside him in bed and cupped his chin to hold his gaze on me. "I wanted to mark you earlier," I confessed. "I didn't understand it, and it scared me."

"Moose mark their mates?" he asked.

"Don't elves?"

"Not that I know of." He shook his head, jostling his chin from my grasp. "Some get tattoos together. Others give gifts to show their love. Fated mates are bound together by magic, and that magic tightens around them the longer they're together."

"Does that mean I can't bite you?"

He grinned. "I never said that. It sounds so primal." His cheeks tinged pink, and he laughed. "It's turning me on, just thinking about it. Am I supposed to bite you back?"

"Only if you want to."

"Do you want me to?"

I swallowed hard, thinking of what it would mean to wear a magic-infused bite mark on my neck, announcing I'd been claimed by my fated mate. It was a secret code, a rite of passage.

"I would be proud to wear your mark, but only if you're comfortable giving it to me."

He stared at me for a long moment before leaning in to claim my lips in a scorching kiss. It was hot right up until I yawned, and we both laughed.

"Maybe not tonight," he said.