Santa Daddy, I’m Not the One

Prologue

I n the heart of the North Pole, where the night sky glowed with the northern lights, the sound of a bell pealing through the workshop jerked Eirwyin the elf wide awake. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Eirwyin scrambled to sit up in his chair, confused. He wasn’t in the cozy cottage he shared with his three reindeer shifter boyfriends, Arne, Njal, and Sune.

A warm golden glow emanating from enchanted candles filled the room. Shelves lined the walls, reaching up to the high, arched ceiling, each topped by with ancient leather-bound books, some as old as time.

“Oh, no.”

Eirwyin had fallen asleep on the large ornate desk, carved from a single piece of ancient, magical wood. It was the central focus of the room from where the elves worked on the List of Hearts for the well-behaved children and the Shadow Ledger for those who had been more naughty than nice.

Above the desk, a grand, stained-glass window depicted scenes of Christmas lore, which cast colorful patterns on the floor. In one corner of the room sat the List of Hearts, a beautifully decorated tome with a cover shimmering in hues of red and gold. Opposite it was the Shadow Ledger, bound in deep blue and silver.

And Eirwyin was supposed to organize the list—a job they had given him to do since being demoted from a toy maker. He’d been too clumsy and accident-prone to handle delicate craftsmanship, and the head elf had complained to Santa. Eirwyin didn’t mind, since he didn’t even want to make toys in the first place. He wished he didn’t have to work, period, especially this time of the year when his boyfriends were randier than usual, and always exhausted him. He couldn’t take a step into their home without one or two and sometimes all three taking their turns with him.

Still, he would rather give up working as one of Santa’s little helpers and stay home to satisfy his partners. Each time he thought about it, though, a ringing sounded in his ear. He could just hear his father, who had been a head elf, reprimanding him for not living up to the family’s long line of Santa’s most prestigious workers.

A red glow on the desk showed Eirwyin was behind in his work. He hopped to his feet, returned the List of Hearts to its rightful place on the shelf, and picked up the Shadow Ledger. It got heavier each year as more children lost the true meaning of Christmas. He traced a slender finger over the intricate silver designs etched in the cover, his responsibility weighing heavily on him.

Taking a deep breath, Eirwyin flipped open the Shadow Ledger and thumbed through its pages and added entries from the day’s transgressions. Each name carried a tale of pranks, disobedience, and sometimes even cruelty. He preferred working on the naughty list. He found it more interesting.

When he was finished with the list, Eirwyin had one more task to do, but it was the easiest one. He squirmed in his chair, his cock stirring at the thought of what awaited him at home. His nipples tingled, and he rubbed them but then stilled. His supervisor was a wily elf who popped up at any time to micromanage the simplest task Eirwyin had to do.

Eirwyin licked his lips. It took him all of five seconds to decide. He sprang to his feet and ran toward the Frosty Retreat, locking the door behind him. Ignoring the toilet, he removed the snowflake pendant from around his neck and placed it on the counter. When he pressed the center, he tapped the screen three times. Almost instantly they connected, and the three faces of his boyfriends appeared on the screen.

“Eir, when are you coming home?” Njal asked.

“Soon.”

“You look flushed,” Sune said. “Is something wrong?”

Eirwyn shook his head, his pale cheeks turning red. “I have a problem,” he whispered, reaching for the elastic waistband of his green pants and shoving them down along with his snow-white lace underwear.

“Ah,” all three reindeer said in appreciation as Eirwyn’s slender cock sprang free.

They knew exactly what to do. The connection was not just emotional but also telepathic. Through the screen, they could sense Eirwyin’s desires, his needs, and as always, Arne, Njal, and Sune were eager to fulfill them.

Arne’s voice was husky, his eyes filled with hunger. “Don’t worry, Eir. We’ll take care of you. Just tell us what you want.”

Eirwyin bit his bottom lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I want all of you,” he whispered breathlessly.

A shiver of anticipation ran through the reindeer shifters as they exchanged a knowing glance. Their pale blue eyes sparkled with desire as they watched Eirwyin touch himself, his hand moving up and down his hard length. He knew how much they loved to watch him pleasure himself.

In unison, they shed their clothes, revealing muscular bodies adorned with intricate tattoos representing their bond with Eirwyin and their connection to winter. Arne’s horns glistened in the golden candlelight while Njal’s antlers framed his face like a crown of ice. Sune’s silver mane cascaded down his back like a frozen waterfall.

They approached the screen, their hands reached out as if trying to bridge the distance between them. Eirwyin moaned softly at their touch, their warmth emanating through the enchanted connection.

“Imagine our hands roaming all over your body, exploring every inch of you, teasing you,” Arne whispered into Eirwyin’s ear, his breath hot against his skin.

“Imagine us kissing your soft lips and tasting you everywhere,” Njal’s deep voice joined in, nipping at Eirwyin’s neck.

“I’m kissing you in our special place, Eir,” Sune’s velvety voice sent shivers down his spine as he trailed his fingers along Eirwyin’s back.

Eirwyin whimpered, moving his hand faster along his length. Pleasure built inside him. He closed his eyes and let their words paint vivid images in his mind, even as he felt the ghost of their touch caressing him everywhere, spreading his cheeks apart and licking his intimate spot.

“I’m slipping my cock inside you, Eir,” Sune whispered. “Do you feel it? Big and thick, sliding into your hole. It won’t be long before I fill you with my knot.”

A cry escaped Eirwyin’s throat as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His body trembled as he spilled over his hand.

As he caught his breath, Eirwyin opened his eyes. His mates were watching him intently, satisfied smiles on their faces. Their desire was not only clear in their eyes but also in their thick cocks, glistening with precum. Eirwyin wanted more. He wanted to be filled by all three at once.

“I’m coming home,” he said.

“Hurry,” Njal said. “We’ll be waiting for you. Leave your clothes at the door.”

With a moan, Eirwyin ended the connection and blew out a gust of air. He quickly fixed his clothes and sprayed fine snow dust on his hands that instantly cleaned them. When he was decent again, he slipped out of the restroom as if nothing had happened.

A chilly breeze swept through the workshop, and Eirwyin shivered as he walked back to his desk. Frowning, he followed the direction of the draft. A window stood open. How strange. Had a wind blown it open? He hurried over and peered outside. No one was there, but he could make out faint footprints in the snow.

“Hello!” he called out. “Anyone there?”

An unsettling feeling filled his gut, but he shrugged it off. How many times had one of the elves played a cruel trick on him? He closed the window and dashed back to the desk. He grabbed a rolled-up parchment paper secured with a ribbon and ran over to the chute, a silk piece of elfin tech linking the chamber to the expedition elves’ workspace.

The last task of the day complete, Eirwyin cleared up the station. He was off for two weeks. Though the frigid realm of the North Pole would always be home, he was longing for the warmth a tropical paradise would bring. A pen fell from the desk and rolled beneath it. Eirwyin went down on his knees and stretched under the desk, feeling around. But instead of the pen, he came up with a rolled-up parchment.

He frowned. What was this doing here?

He removed the red ribbon around the parchment and unrolled it. A photograph on the right showed who the parchment belonged to. David Masterson. The name he should have sent down the chute. Eirwyin froze. If this was David’s, whose name had he sent?

The door to the workshop creaked open, and in came the imposing figure of his supervisor, Thaldor. He was tall for an elf, with icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce through you, and his silver hair was pulled back in a strict braid, accentuating his stern features. The air seemed to chill further.

“Ah, Eirwyin.” Thaldor’s voice was as cold as the breeze that had swept through the workshop earlier. “Finishing up, I see.”

“Yes, Thaldor. I’m leaving now, but there’s something—”

“What nonsense have you done now?” Thaldor’s lips pinched into a tight line as he stepped fully inside the room. “I told Santa I did not want you working in my department.”

Eirwyin’s heart thumped hard, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. His hand trembled, and he opened his mouth to speak, but no word came out. Thaldor’s chilling gaze cowered him into silence.

“Nothing,” he said.

“Good. Lock up when you’re on the way out. There have been reports that Frostheart is on the prowl. We cannot have him ruin Christmas like he did from 1644 to 1660.”

Frostheart?

The footprints in the snow outside the window came back to mind, but Eirwyin kept his lips firmly pressed together. If something went wrong, they would pin the blame on him. Maybe he would get lucky and the name he’d sent down the chute had been from the List of Hearts.

If it had been from the Shadow Ledger…he shuddered to think about it.

Either way, he wouldn’t be around for whatever happened. For two weeks, he would have nothing to do with whatever happened in Twinkle Glen.

“Everything’s in order,” he said, forcing a smile to his lips.