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

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

MIZ

When I woke up the next morning, I didn't know what had come over me. I was sweaty and wet from all the slick pooling beneath me. I'd gotten a new towel, a necessity for sleeping naked, but the amount of slick was alarming.

"Good morning." Ryan pulled me closer to him, adjusting my hips so he could slot his cock between my ass cheeks. If he noticed the drastic wetness, he said nothing. He was always the perfect gentleman, but I was concerned.

"This is too much slick." I also felt a little feverish. Pressure was building behind my eyelids. I couldn't believe the words about to come out of my mouth, but, "I think I'm in heat."

"I think so, too." He nibbled down the side of my neck to my collarbone and sucked on it. "You're so hot."

"Do moose omegas go into heat?"

"Oh shit. That kind of heat?" I heard Ryan's throat click when he swallowed. "Yes, but I've never helped an omega through it before. What do you need from me?"

I twisted my neck so I could see him over my shoulder. "More of what you did last night, only I'm going to need you to do it nonstop for the next few days."

He kissed my nape and hopped out of bed so fast, my head spun. I whined when the cool air stung my already aching hole.

"Fifteen minutes. I need to call Dru to have her keep Ellie until I give the all-clear. Then, I'll request a grocery delivery to keep you fed and hydrated. After that, I'm all yours. We can fuck to your heart's content."

"What if it goes longer than the weekend?" I asked. Ryan had to work Monday.

"I'll call my boss on Sunday night. I can work next weekend instead."

He sounded so sure, so in control. I needed that right now. I flopped onto my back and lazily stroked my cock while I waited for him to return.

Last night had been everything I wanted with Ryan, including his admission that we were fated mates! I hadn't meant to throw myself into heat, but some elves did after they met their fated mates.

I was surprised it took this long after my arrival, but also grateful. If I'd gone into heat before Ryan knew what I was to him, it would have become awkward fast, especially with Ellie in the house.

Ryan returned to me with a glass of ice water and dropped a few energy bars on my nightstand.

"For later."

He stripped off the boxers he'd found somewhere in the mess of clothes on the floor, and then he was on top of me, kissing me, holding me down in all the right ways. I wanted to be dominated by my alpha, something I thought I would hate.

I was versatile, which my alpha male partners had disliked. The betas were more accepting, and everyone loved my slick, whether it was in my hole or on my cock.

"You're thinking too hard for an omega in heat," Ryan whispered in my ear before nibbling down my neck.

"I'm vers," I blurted.

His low laugh sent a delicious shiver down my spine. He grabbed my cock and gave it a stroke. "We can switch whenever you like," he said, "but not when you're in heat."

I tilted my chin up, exposing more of my neck to him. "Will you mark me, at least?"

He choked on another laugh. "You don't waste any time, do you?"

"I don't want to lose you," I whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere."

His hesitation scared me. "But?"

"My beast wanted to mark you so badly." Ryan nuzzled my ear, and I pressed against him, needing more. "He almost took over last night." He kissed from my earlobe to the point. His warm breath made me shiver with anticipation. "I don't want to hurt you."

"When you're ready, I'm ready," I said. It was the best I could do without telling him my worst fear. If I remained unmarked and unloved on Christmas Day, Santa would turn me into the figurine forever. I couldn't bear the thought of leaving Ryan and Ellie alone.

My desires wouldn't let me focus on the future too long. I had a strong and gorgeous alpha driving me to the best distractions. He sucked on my earlobe, making me moan. Then, he nibbled down my chest, and his thumbs worked my nipples to hard nubs.

When he buried his nose in the patch of untamed curls around my cock, I stopped trying to hold back my pleas. I needed him to hurry. He teased me by lapping at the precome pooling beneath my belly button. I tried to thrust my hips, but he held me down and blew on the tip of my cock, making me squirm even more.

"I need you inside me," I said.

"Not until I taste you." Thank holly trees he didn't make me wait longer. He took my cock to the back of his throat, and I saw stars when he sucked hard and drew back at the same time. He let up when he got to the tip, circling once with his tongue before starting over. I'd never had anyone pay so much attention to my cock before.

I wanted to scream when he stopped and flipped me onto my stomach. I didn't mind being manhandled, but this took me further from my end goal of getting fucked, or so I thought until I felt Ryan's warm tongue lapping at my slick-covered thighs.

"You taste so good," he said. "I'll never get enough."

"Sparkle's tits, please hurry." I didn't need more prep. I was already out of my mind with need.

Ryan took pity on me after he cleaned up the excess slick. "How do you want me?" he asked.

"Inside me. Now!" Doggy style wasn't my favorite position, but I was so far out of my mind, I didn't care.

He entered me slowly, letting my slick do its job to ease the way. I felt nothing but pleasure, even when he bottomed out inside me and his balls slapped against my oversensitive ones.

"Oh, fuck, that's so good."

"That's it, omega mine. Talk dirty to me."

I wasn't usually one for dirty talk. Santa frowned on swearing, but I'd learned every curse word in the book, thanks to my favorite streaming shows. I even created some new ones as Ryan drove me further out of my mind.

"Sweet snickerdoodly cum nuggets!"

Ryan laughed at that one and changed the angle so his cock pounded against my prostate with each thrust. I stopped talking, then. Babbling sounds still came from my mouth, but I couldn't form words.

Ecstasy rolled over me so hard it almost hurt. I spurted cum all over the already drenched towel. I collapsed forward and Ryan followed me down, grabbing my hips and nipping along my shoulder blades. A few more thrusts, and he grunted with his release.

I swore I could feel it, even though our body temperatures were closer while I was in heat. His warm cum filled me up and made me whole.

He spread his legs and sat back, pulling me with him to sit on his cock while his knot formed. It felt so good.

"You like my knot?" he asked. "It's not too big?"

"Santa's balls, no!"

He snorted. "We need to work on your dirty talk."

His words eased the part of my brain that was still worried about the future. He wanted me to stick around if he expected me to improve, unlike Santa, who had kicked me out.

I came again from rocking his knot against my prostate. Then, we switched to my favorite position, with me on top, riding his cock until we both came again, and again, and again. His frenzy built with mine, and his knot lasted longer than it had before I went into heat.

"Is heat sex always like this?" he asked me when need succumbed to hunger and exhaustion.

"I wouldn't know," I said. "This is my first one."

"You've never?" He frowned at me. "How old are you, again?"

"Older than you." I laughed. "Some elves go into heat all the time, while others only do when they meet their fated mates. Some never do, and I thought I was one of those."

"You're my fated mate now." He pulled me against his side and kissed my temple. "But really, how old?" he asked. "Should I be worried about your bone density? We've been doing some really strenuous activity."

"I am not that old!" I chomped down hard on the protein bar he offered me, and bits of food shrapnel went flying. I chewed it up and swallowed before continuing. "I'm fifty-two." Ryan was in his mid-forties, so not too far off. I looked like a human in my mid-twenties when I glamoured my pointed ears.

"I'll make sure you take your multi-vitamins from now on," he joked.

He didn't grab any supplements during our lull in activity. Instead, he offered to cook me pasta and marinara sauce and promised to feed me high-calorie cheesecake loaded with cookies and chocolate candies for dessert.

While he cooked, I stripped the bedding and started a load of laundry. That was the last non-sexual thing I remembered doing for the rest of the weekend.

Sometime Tuesday morning, I dozed off after another round of marathon sex and woke feeling sore, tired, and a little cool on top of the sheets. Ryan's arm was still draped over me, keeping me warm now that my heat had finally broken.