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

7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Springtime

“When do we get to plant the seeds?” I’d been staring at the growy seed things Monty called saplings for too long. We planted the seeds in tiny containers, and he kept them inside until they were ready to go in the ground. We’d gone to a plant nursery and picked them out along with a truck bed full of fruits and vegetables to plant a few weeks back. That was almost as fun as our dates had been.

Well, kinda the same.

But kinda not.

Ugh, my thoughts were all over the place as of late and I couldn’t focus on one task for the life of me.

“Soon Twinkle.”

Even Monty was getting frustrated with me, and I didn’t blame him one bit.

“Come on, Tina. Let’s go play.”

The weather was perfect, and the snow long gone, which was odd to me given where I came from. Lush greenery from the surrounding forest flanked us on all sides. Wildflowers were in bloom and the bushes bore berries I couldn’t wait to be ripe enough to pick. Flora and fauna at their finest. All these things I’d learned about I now got to experience firsthand, and I loved it.

“Maybe being outside was just what the day called for. Huh girl?” Tina barked and I scratched her head before I threw the ball again. She’d picked up the return part of fetching rather quickly and we had great fun playing the game now.

“We should have a picnic, let’s see if Monty wants to join us.” Tina was panting and ready for a nap after her workout. I brushed her off, she’d rolled in the grass and had all kinds of strange things in her fur .

She headed right for the water dish and barely made it to her bed before she fell onto it with a dramatic sigh. “Drama queen,” I teased and rolled my eyes. “Monty, want to have a picnic today?”

He mumbled something unintelligible. “Ya, sure.”

If he were any more enthusiastic I’d do a dance, just not to my favorite Christmas tunes. He put his foot down last week and forbade them. Grouchy bear.

I whipped up a few sandwiches, grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and set up lunch outside. Monty came out a few minutes later.

“Thank you, Twinkle. Sorry I’ve been so grouchy.”

I didn’t say a word. Just took a bite of my sandwich and kept my thoughts to myself. There were times when things were better left unsaid, and this was one of them. Guess I just met the new and improved Twinkle. Santa would be so proud of me. Maybe... There was no going back now to the old me that obviously nobody liked. Made me wonder if maybe Monty had started to feel the same way and had had enough of me. It was possible I’d worn out my welcome.

“What’s that smell?” Monty sniffed the air, but I didn’t smell anything outside of the surrounding plant life. Monty’s head pivoted toward me, his pupils dialed, he snarled and ran inside the house. A few seconds later, I heard the front door slam and Monty’s roar faded and he ran off. That was new. Not sure what had gotten into him, but maybe shifting and going for a run would wear the nasty out of him. I finished my lunch and enjoyed the peace and quiet with no negativity clouding the day. Says he who was once the king of negativity. Tina was still asleep, curled into a ball in her bed when I went back inside. I really wore her out this morning.

By the time Monty got back, the sun had set, and I’d already eaten dinner. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say to him. I was angry and hurt he’d taken off and that I had to eat dinner alone. Evidently the feeling of how complete we were as mates was one sided.

Since I’d begun sharing a bed with him we would curl into each other, me tucked inside his arms, and he kept me nice and warm. I enjoyed falling asleep, twirling his chest hairs around my fingers. I thought we’d reached the plateau of consummating our relationship soon and becoming fully mated. Guess I’d given myself a false sense of hope.

By the time I got to bed after watching a new show I’d decided to binge, Monty was already fast asleep. I showered, stayed on my side of the bed, curled up with my stuffed Monty bear and cried myself to sleep. I was so upset but I knew tomorrow I’d have to address these issues with him. Hopefully it wouldn’t result in us having our first fight though it kind of felt like we already were. What did I do so wrong that made him turn his back on me?

When I woke the next morning, Monty was already gone. No note, no nothing. Tina’s dish had food in it, so at least he fed and took her out before he left. This was the first time I felt the need for a phone of my own. Up until now, Monty and I had done everything together, and I hadn’t felt the urge to ask for one but now I knew differently. I had no one to call, no one to turn to.

Frustrated, I’d reached the end of my rope and things were changing one way or another. Staring at these containers of saplings on the counter had gone on long enough. They had to have been big enough to put in the ground and I wanted the space back for rolling cookie dough. We were running low, and I needed to bake some more. Making cookies always made me feel better. I only hoped it didn’t fail me this time.

I slid into the rainboots Monty got me with little puppy paw prints on them and went out to the garden, pulled what I thought I’d need from the greenhouse and got to work. I had a plan in mind to keep the vegetables to one side and the fruits on the other. I was halfway through planting when I felt another’s presence. Hoe in hand, I turned ready to clobber whoever was there only to find it was Monty.

“Is everything okay?”

The feral look on his face said anything but that and the fact he snarled at me was not a good sign.

“Um, your ears.” He reached up and touched them, shocked to find they weren’t human. His eyes were black, and he was clearly mid-shift. Unhinged was the best way to describe him and I was not at all comfortable with this.

“Should I be worried, Monty? What’s going on?”

He moved forward and I took a step back.

“Monty, you’re scaring me.”

At this point, he had me pinned against the greenhouse and proceeded to sniff me like I was to be his next meal.

Monty shook his head and backed away. “I’m sorry Twinkle, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just.” He ran his hands through his hair and tugged. “I can’t take this anymore. It’s like I’m going insane, and the bear takes control.”

My insides were on fire, my, well, you know, man bits were really awake. Like, painfully awake. His nearness increased the wet... Oh fizzle sticks. Ugh, I knew what that meant. I was in heat. I bet that was the scent he’d picked up on. Back at the North Pole we had pills they gave us to avoid this. I also lived alone there, so it was easier to ignore it and I wasn’t compelled to go out and seek...Satisfaction, so to speak.

“I- I’m. sorry. I didn’t mean to go into heat, but I don’t have the pills anymore and I can’t control it.” Would he turn me away and reject me as his mate?

Monty snorted again. “Twinkle, you’re all I think about, and I’ve scented you for days. I’ve done my best to control these urges. I’ve run countless miles, gone to my parents’ house to wait it out but I couldn’t stay away.”

“You’re avoiding me because I’m in heat?” I was on the verge of tears. He hated me.

“I’m avoiding you because you’re in heat, which triggered my rut, and all I want to do is take you to the bedroom and take care of this. For both of us.”

Gulp.

“Exactly. Given that this will be your first time, I can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle, and I hate that about myself. But right now, I have the urge to strip you naked and take you out here in the open where anyone could see us and that’s not wise. I don’t share what’s mine and I don’t put on shows for others.”

Oh, so maybe he wasn’t mad just…aroused.

Monty was right, consummating was part of our mating ritual, that much I did know. Now what else was involved he would have to fill me in later because I was fixated on this very important part. Like obsessively fixated to the point of rubbing on him to get off even though I knew that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the urge. Even so, I brazenly rubbed against him.

“I may not know much about mating rituals or bonding, but I do know this—there is only one way to take care of this. I just hope it’s more than my being in heat that’s attracted you to me.”

“What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “We’ve been sleeping together for a while now and you’ve never tried to, you know.”

“Twinkle, we were working at your pace, remember? Everything was up to you, I told you that from the beginning. Hell, I thought you weren’t attracted to me. I didn’t know it was the other way around.” Monty kissed me. “Heat or no heat, Twinkle, I want you. Hell, I’ve already fallen in love with you. I was afraid of saying those words and scaring you off.”

“Oh, Monty bear.” The tears spilled over. Someone loved me, snarky faults and all. “I love you too. All this time I thought you hated me.”

“No sweetheart. Hate is nowhere in my vocabulary when it comes to you. But right now, we have pressing matters to attend to. Bedroom matters. I’ll be as gentle as I can but being this pent up makes it harder to control the feral side. There’ll be plenty of time for love making later, I promise. But no matter how badly I want to be buried deep inside of you,” those words forced a shiver. “This is as much your decision as it is mine. Are you one hundred percent sure you’re ready for this?”

This intense fire inside me had to be extinguished, and Monty was the only one who could do it. The only one I’d ever let do it.

“I’m ready.”

Monty threw me over his shoulder fireman style and speed walked inside. Guess that was the right answer. If this was his version of foreplay, I was more than good with that. Yes, I still watched far too many romance movies.

Monty locked the front door, muttering something about nosey families. When we got to the bedroom he sat me on the bed and tenderly caressed my cheek. Long gone was the wild animal who nearly attacked me outside, replaced by this gentle, handsome man who loved me.

“Sweetheart, do you want me to undress you, or do want to do it yourself?” He slid his shirt off over his head and I stared, mesmerized by the fact this perfect man was mine. My fingers already itched to trail across his chest, and lower. I trembled with need and urges like none I’d ever felt before .

“This has already taken too long.” My pants were soaked. “And I can’t believe I’ve said that considering sex is new to me.”

He laughed as I whispered the word.

“But I’m more than ready so let’s go.”

Evidently that was the right thing to say. I was getting pretty good at not sticking my foot in my mouth. Monty had his clothes off and lay gloriously naked beside me before I so much as slid my rain boots off. Goddess, a naked Monty was an amazing sight.

“Twinkle, you’re beautiful. Finally, I get to enjoy every inch of you.”

“Yes, please.”

I slid alongside Monty, and he took both our man parts in hand and stroked them together.

“Monty, I don’t know about you but it won’t take much. If you keep doing this, it’s gonna be over too soon. All I can think about is…you know…” I was raised not to say bad words or that landed you on the naughty list. Even though I pretty much lived on it and my stocking was never filled with treats, I did still hang it by the chimney with care. If I would’ve cursed, Santa most likely would’ve taken that one perk away. It was bad enough I spent Christmas alone every year, but having the pretty holiday decorations that made me happy taken away would’ve been heartbreaking.

“I need to prep you first, Twinkle. Rough is one thing but hurting you is not an option.” Monty reached behind me and ran his fingers down between my cheeks and slid two fingers inside. The intrusion may have been new, but it only served to ramp up my desire. I was feverish, unable to control these primal urges to be filled with Monty’s cock.

“You’re so wet, Twinkle.”

I thought I was gonna die, the way his fingers moved inside me nearly drove me over the edge. This was heaven, and we hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet.

“It’s like you were made for me, Twinkle. Your body is perfect. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” The word ghosted from my lips in a single breathless moan.

Monty positioned himself between my thighs and hovered above me. His intense gaze met mine as he lifted my legs and pressed his cock to my entrance. “Last chance to say no, sweetheart. Once I’m buried inside you there’s no turning back.”

“Please. Need you.” I pleaded. The urge to be filled was like no other I’d ever had and it felt like I was coming out of my skin. I needed this on levels I couldn’t fathom .

Monty easily slid inside, filling me in a single thrust. Once he was all the way in he bent and whispered in my ear. “Forever mine, Twinkle. I will love you and protect you until I take my last breath.” His sweet words brought tears to my eyes for the second time today.

With every gasp and moan I released, he pushed harder, deeper, and thrust faster. His hips pistoned in and out until I could take no more and I screamed his name. “Monty!” as I came harder than I ever had. His knot swelled and he came with a wild roar. We lay there, sweaty, stuck together and I couldn’t have cared less. That was by far the most amazing thing I’d ever done, cementing our bond as a couple should. Who knew heats could be this much fun?

“I hope it’s not too uncomfortable for you, Twinkle. My knot, that is.”

“No, Monty, it’s perfect.” He leaned down and kissed me. Dare I mention the bit about discomfort and a teeny bit of pain? No, Monty would likely pull out and insist on taking care of me and end it all and that I did not want to happen.

“It’s a good thing, because we’re stuck like this for at least another twenty or so minutes.” He could move a bit but not much. Knotting at least gave us a break in between coupling. From what I understood, a heat could last up to three days and maybe it was the same for a rut. Hopefully one of us would be able to function long enough to take care of Tina. But right now, my body was ready for round two.

Monty stayed inside me while I shamelessly rode his cock through a second orgasm. By the time I was done, keeping my eyes open became a challenge. While I slept, he got up and took care of Tina and brought me a bottle of water. Alone I was somewhat fine, too tired to be bothered by mating urges but as soon as he crawled in bed beside me my body sprung to life.

“Sorry darlin’, but this is gonna be hard and fast.”

As far as was concerned, what we were doing was making love. The number of times he repeated how much he loved me and how beautiful I was and how happy he was to have me in his life as we cemented our bond was making love in my eyes. Those words were now permanently imprinted on my heart, which Monty owned.

I lost track of how many times I came over the next three days. Many wonderful firsts were had and beautiful memories were made. They say you never forget your first time and I planned to reflect on this until the end of time.

But what if I got pregnant?

Would Monty be upset or happy?

One way or another we’d know within the next couple of weeks .

“What are you thinking about so hard over there, Twinkle?” He curled up beside me, his fingers tracing figure eights on my stomach. We hadn’t bothered with clothes. They’d have been nothing but a barrier to once again be removed. But now that our desires were finally sated, and we were able to catch our breath, I realized just how famished I was. We’d managed to nibble and drink our fill of water, but nothing that equated to a full meal. The way Monty tended to me, treating me like I was a porcelain doll, I loved it and ate up the attention.

“Many things we never discussed before, I guess. All of it just flooded my brain now that it’s no longer laser focused.”

Monty grinned. “Lasers are never a bad thing, but what had your brain spinning?”

“Well, family. Kids. Do you want any of your own? How many do you want? What if I’m pregnant?” I blurted out. I’d meant to breathe between words, but panic took over.

“Alright, slow down there, sweetheart. If you’re pregnant, I will be thrilled. I’ve never thought about having kids before you but having a family with you would be wonderful. However many we have is whatever we have. You’re the one who has to carry them for nine months so, you’ll be the deciding factor on that. ”

Monty kissed me as I snuggled in beside him and drifted off to sleep. Nothing but warm, wonderful thoughts of what I hoped our future held. At least now I knew what had been wrong between us though, I wished he would have said something sooner to me. In the end, it turned out just fine. Better than fine, actually, and whichever way our life went we’d ride it out together the way it was meant to be.