“Oh, fluff, fluff, FLUFF!” She called out again and bucked her hips wildly.
Medjed growled and wondered at the strange use of the word as he worked his tongue in and out of her heat, loving the feel of her muscles as they contracted with her pleasure.
He used his hands to hold her knees further apart while he sucked on her tiny little bundle of nerves. That pleasure button that modern women called a clit was hard and sublimely sensitive, and yet, somehow the monosyllabic term seemed too crude and short for such a splendid little appendage.
Medjed had no time for his philosophies now, he was far too busy enjoying the taste of his mate’s ecstasy. Her fingers found purchase in his hair, and she tugged him closer, rocking her hips in time with his tongue thrusts.
Fuck, she was divine in her passion, seeking the pleasure he could deliver with no shame or embarrassment. She was on fire for him, and he wanted more of it, of her. For all time, he vowed as her orgasm began to shoot through her.
“Oh, snow balls,” she cried out, eyes wide as the first taste of pleasure shot through her body.
Medjed slid up her heated body and placed the head of his cock at her entrance while she rode out the first of many waves of pleasure that he would bring her. He waited until her green emerald eyes met his before pushing inside her heavenly sex.
The moment was profound. He could feel her walls grip his cock, stroking his incredible girth and length perfectly, even as her thread of life seemed to wind itself around his. Intertwining their destinies and binding them together, as if she were made for him. And wasn’t she though?
“Mine,” he grunted as he pressed deep within her heat.
He’d planned on going slow, on loving his mate at a steady pace until she was ready and accustomed to him, but once he rested within her slick heat, there was no stopping him. Instinct took over, and Medjed wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.
Feeling her velvet vise gripping him was like no other satisfaction he had ever claimed as his own. Of course it wasn’t. She was his fated mate. His one and only destined to be at his side for eternity.
“My rohi,” he growled as he pumped his hips at a furious pace.
Loving the way her long legs wrapped around him, Medjed mashed his mouth to hers, invading her with his tongue as his cock found her core perfectly with each slip, grind, slide, and flex of his hips.
An avalanche of feelings came crashing through his system. Some hers, mostly his, and Medjed was overwhelmed and overjoyed to say the least. It was as if he and she were the only two beings in the universe they had created within the shelter of the cave.
Finding her pleasure, giving her more than she could bear, and even more still, was his only goal. She was his reason, his sole purpose for being, he knew that now and the feeling was indescribable.
“Candy,” he said her name as the first waves of pleasure began to pulse and crash through his blood, starting in his balls and shooting through his cock as he sprayed his seed deep within her womb.
For the first time, Medjed thought of young, of the fact that with his mate he could learn to be a father, to be of use in this world. There was so much to be grateful for, so much to look forward to, after an eternity of being alone and untethered, Medjed had found his rohi. He would live for her and for them, for the matebond that pulsed and grew with every thrust of his sex into her hot core.
“Medjed,” she cried his name as her own orgasm swept her away and together they gasped aloud, clinging to the other with all their strength. Her fierce completion propelled his further and together they reached heights he had never imagined possible.
It was the most fantastic coming together he had ever experienced, and he wasn’t finished with her. He would never be finished with his own sweet Candy Kane.
Universes died and were born within the moments he found bliss inside her welcoming heat and he rejoiced in knowing that he would get to experience more of the same for all time. It would only get better between them.
She was his rohi, and he was hers in every way that counted. He pledged his heart, mind, soul, and body to hers forever and ever.
The taste of evergreen and cranberries would forever be stamped upon his mind, body, and heart. And he wanted more, he wanted all, he wanted Candy.
Mine.
Chapter 5
Present Day in Santa’s Workshop…
The gathering of Elves stared wide-eyed at the descriptive explanation of Candy’s and Medjed’s goings-ons the night before and her cheeks heated in embarrassment. Well, one part embarrassment and one part desire if she were being honest. And Christmas Elves were nothing if not honest.
“Whoa, buddy,” Candy slapped her hand over Medjed’s mouth to stop him from spilling any more of their carnal secrets.
Sheesh. Some things were just nobody else’s fluffing business! She could feel herself blushing to the tips of her ears. When the heck had the conversation turned to the amazeballs sex she had shared with the man after all of two minutes of talking with him?
“What is it, rohi?” He cocked his head in that manner he had, like he didn’t know he was being outrageous.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Sexy or not, she was not about to talk about her fluffing sexcapades with the man to her boss. As it was, Santa’s eyes seemed ready to bulge out of his head.
“Ixnay on the exsay!” She hissed.
“What?”
“Stop talking about our sex life to Santa!”
“Oh, I see,” he grumbled and crossed his arms, “you are ashamed of me. Perhaps I did not satisfy?”
“What? No! You know you did, but do you want every Christmas Elf in the village to know what I look like naked?”
“I will slay every one of them who dares gaze upon what is mine,” he growled and stood, khopesh back in hand.
“Okay, then,” Santa interrupted, “Medjed, have a seat there, buddy. Candy is right, perhaps some things are better left for the bedroom. Now, it seems the Fates brought you two together, but how is it that you two came apart?” Santa asked.
“I do not know. One minute I was out of the cave gathering fresh snow to melt for water for the Huskies and the little bird, the next, she had run away from me. And she took Fluffy too,” he said and sounded so upset and confused she could hardly believe it.
“Well, Candy? Care to explain?” Santa asked.
She could feel her heart squeeze and her stomach flip as she looked around the room at the gathering of Elves who were far too interested in her own personal sex life then the task at hand, which was to get Santa’s sleigh loaded so he could deliver goodies to all the boys and girls of the Earth in a single night.
“Fine,” she grumbled and turned to look at Santa as opposed to the man who had broken her heart.
“You know, Santa, that it is every she-Elf’s dream to find her one true and fated mate. It is true that most find their significant others within the Elf community, but every now and then there is an Elf who is destined for something else. Well, my Granny Elf told me before she passed that I would not find my mate here. She told me to wait for the signs and when I saw them to leave to seek my mate.”
“I see, which is why I was short-staffed on Christmas Eve and why Mrs. Stripes was having kittens when she told me what had transpired. I take it you didn’t mean to cause such a ruckus,” he said in a tone she didn’t quite care for, even though she knew she’d more than earned it.