SECRET DIRTY SANTA (A Reverse Harem Christmas Tale Book 1) Page 7

  I turned around to face him and he lifted me slightly to sit on the desk. The heat between my legs and growing ache there made me gulp as I caught the hint of lust that flickered in Matthias's eyes.

  The intensity of his desire for nothing but me.

  "What did you do?" I whispered, my breathy voice giving me away and prompting a playful smile on Matthias's lips.

  "I let Titus and Logan tell Clara I needed her to inform those who were worried about the dessert menu. She'd informed me she needed to make an important business call around this time and wouldn't be able to do anything else prior to the party. I knew that meant she'd have no choice but to ask you and my assumption of you attending to the issue right away was proved correct."

  "You don't need me to go back down, do you?" I was catching on and my body was growing hot with excitement.

  He began to undo his tie and grinned with pride. "I can assure you, all the employees are aware of what is in the dessert and no one will be coming up here thanks to Titus and Logan putting the elevator out of service and locking the stairwell doors."

  "Sneaky," I mumbled.

  "Smart," he replied as he tugged his tie from his collar.

  The thought of us alone ignited a wave of anticipation through me and I struggled to stay still and not squeeze my legs together to tame the intense aching.

  Leaning forward, his lips brushed against mine and my eyes began to close as I melted into the kiss. A simple kiss that held so much gratification, and it wasn't long before his tongue trailed my bottom lip.

  With an approving moan, his tongue slipped into my mouth, and my hands reached out to rest against his chest.

  We kissed and kissed, and I began to undo the buttons of his shirt, while his hands rolled up my dress. He undressed me until I was nearly naked and he took pleasure in taking every inch of me in with those heated blue eyes.

  I helped remove his dress shirt, taking a second to adore his amazing bare chest before he spread my legs out. I heard him unbuckle his belt and the slow sound of the zipper of his pants coming undone.

  I tried to lower my head, but he claimed my lips and I gasped when his thumb pressed into the space in my panties and teased my clit.

  Smiling against my lips, he dominated them, cutting off my moan and muffling the sounds that begged to escape my throat while two of his fingers began to glide up and down my wet folds.

  He made sure I was wet before his fingers slid inside me and I leaned back to moan loudly as my back arched.

  "Matthias," I breathlessly exhaled.

  He sucked the side of my neck. "Moan like that, baby."

  He sank his fingers deep inside, and I moaned once more, spreading my legs even wider. He pulled his fingers out and I took the moment to catch my breath, wondering what he was planning next.

  He kissed me once more, but my ear picked up on a crinkling paper sound. Something cool glided along my folds and I shivered. What is that?

  The object that slid easily into my wet pussy began to vibrate, and my thoughts were answered with a gasp, followed by a deep inhale.

  The vibrator.

  "I question if you took this little thing out of its packaging on purpose, Elle," Matthias whispered in my ear, his teeth lightly tugging my earlobe.

  The vibrator changed to a fast setting, causing me to arch my back. Matthias took the opportunity to latch his mouth onto my breasts and I ended up on my back as he trailed kisses down my stomach while gliding the vibrator in and out.

  My pussy walls clenched around the device and I began to pant as my climax approached. Before I could cum, he pulled the vibrator out.

  With a groan, I was ready to sit up and glare at him, but I cried out when his throbbing hard cock slid right into me with such smoothness I came right there and then.

  "SHIT!" I arched and trembled against the desk as I came, biting my lip to muffle my whimpers. I began to catch my breath and slowly calmed from my peak of ecstasy, but I didn't get a break for long as Matthias began to move.

  "Moan for me, Elle," Matthias ordered, thrusting his cock hard and deep. I did just that, my moans and gasps loud and frequent, while he began to breathe hard and moan at the building pleasure forming between us.

  Hooking my legs around his waist, I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck. Slamming my lips against his, I kissed the shit out of his mouth while he continued his furious pace.

  "Matthias, deeper. Harder. Yes, baby, fuck me hard," I growled.

  "You're so fucking perfect, Elle. The way your pussy wraps around my cock. How tight, hot, and slick it is. How I'm finally enjoying you the way I've always wanted to. Hearing you moan for me, baby, turns me on so fucking hard."

  He picked me up and the next thing I knew, my back was pressed against the cool glass that made me shriek but added a wave of pleasure that hit my senses harder.

  "That's it, baby, moan. Let my cock make you cum nice and hard for me." Matthias’s words were doing crazy things to me. The way he fucked me, how his words left my hot, hypersensitive skin wanting more, and how he filled me perfectly.

  His ruthless pace was beyond anything I'd experienced and him holding me in those strong, sexy arms of his only added to my love for him.

  My pussy tightened and fluttered around his cock, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. From how hard Matthias’s length was inside me, I knew he was just as close.

  "Matthias," I groaned and kissed him hard. "Cum with me, please?" I begged, something I normally wouldn't do, but it was the perfect thing to set him off as he cursed under his breath and rammed his cock so deep I cried out in ecstasy.

  "MATTHIAS!"

  "ELLE!" He exploded inside me, his hot shots of cum filling me up as I held him for dear life while my body was consumed with aftershocks.

  My arms felt like jelly, just like the rest of my body, but Matthias held me securely against him while I rested my head on his shoulder, both of us completely breathless.

  "Best gift ever," I breathed, and he laughed. "I'm so fucking glad I met you, Elle."

  "Me too, Matthias," I replied, and leaned back to kiss him gently on the lips.

  Secret Santa is definitely a success.

  "Matthias, Elle. Over here."

  We glanced to our left to see Logan and Titus; Logan was holding open the door to one of the emergency exits that thankfully wasn't buzzing up a storm. Titus was gesturing for us to make haste and we didn't skip a beat as we moved to the exit.

  Once outside, Logan closed the door and sighed. "Perfect timing."

  "Right. We can leave in peace. Our driver will be here at any moment," Titus reassured us.

  "You guys waited?" I asked.

  Matthias slipped his arm around my waist, pressing me against his right side. "You could have gone early."

  Titus chuckled. "Nah. If we left, you would have kept Elle upstairs all night long."

  "I agree with Titus. You only came down because I called you," Logan noted.

  Matthias shrugged. "True, but you guys could have just come up? Would have saved time putting our clothes back on."

  The two were silent as the thought sank in. "Good point," Titus admitted and Logan nodded.

  A giggle escaped me as I looked at Matthias before the other two. "What's tonight’s plan? I think it’s way too late at this point to go to any parties. My roommate isn't home, so I'd be a tad lonely if I went back to my place."

  "Who said we're taking you back?" Matthias questioned. "You're coming to our place tonight."

  "You three? Wait, you guys have a place together?" I inquired.

  "More like a mansion, Elle. When we're too lazy to go to our separate homes, we just head there and crash," Titus explained.

  "It's convenient for those early mornings when we don't want to be driven to three different places or take separate rides," Logan elaborated.

  "That is convenient. Does that mean I get to sleep in the same bed as all three of you?" I dared to ask. My mind was as calm as ever at this point, help
ing me feel less nervous in asking such provocative questions.

  "Sure," Titus and Logan said together.

  "There isn't any other option," Matthias noted.

  Titus laughed. "Pretty much. It's going to be a nice and cozy sleep tonight."

  "Just sleep on your side of the bed," Logan grumbled.

  "I'm a peaceful sleeper," Titus argued.

  "You're a sleep boxing champion with ten medals in how to kick Logan off the bed," Matthias pointed out.

  "Exactly. You sleep on Matthias’s side. At least if you try to kick him off you'll fall off instead," Logan suggested.

  "I don't do it all the time and I should get snuggle time with Elle seeing as how Matthias enjoyed his alone time."

  "She's my Secret Santa. I get as much alone time as I want," Matthias argued.

  "Must be nice." Logan stretched with a grin. "I'll make sure I participate next year."

  "You don't even work here," Mathias argued.

  "Who cares. We’ll slip our names in the hat next year," Titus suggested.

  "And if someone else gets you?" I asked with amusement.

  "Nah, that won't happen. See, we'll write all three of our names on the paper and let you pick from the hat first. You can't stop until you pick our paper," Titus explained.

  "That’s fully cheating," Logan pointed out.

  "Not if no one else sees. Don’t you know three is a lucky number?" Titus reminded.

  "Says who?"

  "I don't know. The Bible? Google? Who knows, it’s a saying!" Titus argued.

  "Sure," Logan groaned. The two began to bicker about it as an expensive black van pulled up.

  With a smile, I looked to Matthias, who was staring down at me, and I made the bold move to go on my tiptoes and kissed him.

  "I think this is going to get a bit dirty tonight," I purred. His grin widened while his blue eyes glistened with heat.

  "I like playing dirty. Maybe we should play Secret Dirty Santa. Pick a name and a position," Matthias suggested.

  "Sounds fun and pleasurable," I hummed. "Let's do it."

  With a nod, Matthias gave me one quick kiss and we moved to the open doors of the van. I couldn't wait to get to their place, already imagining all the amazing positions we could be in and all the sex that would last into the early hours of the morning.

  Three sexy hot men in my bed tonight. Maybe Titus is right. Three is a lucky number.

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  TO BE CONTINUED.

  MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS

  XOXOXO

  Yumoyori Wilson

  WOLF TAMER - SNEAK PEEK

  BLURB

  An Orphan Girl. A Group of Wolves. A Destined Fate for War.

  Don't you ever wish to find where you belong? A place where you can rest your head without worrying about being jumped or your possessions being taken from you? Not like I had much, to say the least.

  A pendant, an ancient blade, and a picture of my murdered family were all I had left when I was five years old. Foster homes to homeless shelters, I never found a place of refuge. I simply didn't belong, and everyone made it their duty to remind me of my predicament. Until I finally came across a place that felt like home.

  Sacred Moon Shelter for Endangered Wolves. I'd stumbled upon the sanctuary when I was near death, but I was miraculously saved.

  Since then, I've become a Wolf Tamer; the only one who can get close to touching the six rare breeds. When I'm with them, I feel safe and sometimes wish I could be like one of them and escape this cruel world.

  But such inhumanity strikes home, a group of hunters shows up, ready to take my wolves to an unknown place or murder them in cold blood. I won't allow them to kill the only true family I'd ever known.

  My name is Harper Blake, and I vow to claim and protect my own.

  Faster. Faster. FASTER!

  My legs felt like they were on fire as I ran as hard as I could. My heart hammered against my chest while my lungs struggled to keep up with my desperate need for oxygen. I couldn't stop; I wouldn't stop.

  Stopping meant I'd be dead.

  The last of my family's name would be removed from the earth thanks to the two men who were chasing after me. The men who murdered my family in cold blood.

  I didn't know what they wanted, my five-year-old self was still trying to process watching the men kill my family one by one. I was stupid. Should have stayed quiet, but the little whimper that escaped me when they killed my mother gave me away.

  Now I was running, clinging to the ancient blade my parents told me to protect, with the pendant Mommy told me to always wear, and the only picture I could grab before I jumped out the window and ran into the forest.

  Running had always been my favorite activity, but in this case, if I didn't run any faster, I wouldn't get to enjoy it anymore.

  A loud sound burst through the air, making me shriek and run harder than I thought possible.

  I can't die. Mom said I have to protect our legacy. What is the legacy?! Why are these men here? Where are you, Mommy? I need help. I can't run for much longer. I can't-

  A second loud sound rang through the air, but this time I screamed, feeling something run right through me. I could feel the air I tried to keep inside me begin to leak out as something warm drenched my white dress.

  If I thought running was hard, whatever just happened to me made the world spin, and my pace lessen.

  No. Must keep going!

  I pushed myself to my limit, running until I realized I was too close to a cliff. I skidded to a stop, but another loud sound rang out and my body jerked forward as I gasped, another item running through me and leaving a hole in its wake.

  My body fell over the edge, and I couldn't protect myself from the fall, crashing into the ground and hearing things crack that I knew shouldn't have.

  Pain. Lots and lots of it. This wasn't like when I fell down and scraped my knee, or when I'd gotten sick and even sneezing hurt. The pain was crippling and the warm liquid that pooled beneath left me feeling weaker and colder.

  Why is the warm liquid leaving my body? What is it? I'm cold. Why is it leaving when I need to stay warm? Mommy, everything hurts. Help me.

  I heard footsteps from above, and I shut my eyes tightly, staying as motionless as possible. If I remained still, they wouldn't see me. I'd be invisible just like Daddy said. I wouldn't make a sound again. I'd stay and wait until I was alone.

  "She fell over the cliff," a man with a rough voice declared. There was another set of footsteps and a loud sigh.

  "You weren't supposed to shoot her, idiot!" the authoritative voice shouted.

  "She was going to get away!"

  "She's dead now! Defeats the fucking purpose."

  "Let's get out of here. These parts are dangerous at night with those damn wolves."

  "Shouldn't we finish the job?"

  "She'll die. There's no one here for miles. She'll get mauled by the wolves, and if they find her body they'll assume she was attacked by an animal. We'll tell boss she killed herself or something. No one will know," the authoritative voice suggested.

  "Fine. Done chasing her anyways. We could have just shifted and got this over with quick. Too bad. She's a fast runner."

  "Hmph. She's dangerous. Look how hard it was to kill the boy. If she lived, we'd be screwed. Let's go. We don't want to leave any evidence behind."

  Their footsteps faded, but I didn't move. To be honest, I didn't think I could move. Minutes passed, and I remained in place, terrified to open my eyes and see the men who wanted to kill me.

  Mommy. Daddy. Brother. Why aren't you here? I'm in pain. It hurts.

  With a bit of courage, I opened my eyes and looked around. The men were gone. I decided to turn onto my stomach, but a slight movement made the pain worse.

  I need help. I have to find someone to help me and my family. Someone...

  With gritted teeth and muffled screams, I turned over and rested on my stomach. It was then my eyes landed on the pool of dark liqui
d; the metallic scent tickled my nose and made me scrunch my face in fear and disgust.

  Blood...my blood...

  The realization sent panic through me, and I figured if I didn't get help soon, I wouldn't be able to get help for my family. I used all my upper body strength to drag my lower half that felt numb.

  Faster, faster. Pull and drag. Pull and drag.

  Thinking the motion out helped me drag further and further, my body growing numb with each movement to the point I couldn't feel the twigs and moist ground of the forest.

  My vision blurred, thanks to my tears and exhaustion, but my burning desire to live was stronger and I kept going.

  Forward. Forward. That's all I need to do. Just keep going. I'll find someone. I have to.

  I didn't know how long or far I dragged my body through the thick forest, but it was becoming hard to breathe, the air leaving my body from the two holes.

  My body felt heavy, making it difficult for me to drag myself anymore. I tried and tried, but it was like I'd stopped working. My limbs had no feeling at all, but my mind buzzed as I began to choke.

  I coughed hard, the action prompting blood to escape my mouth and onto the ground. I stared at it, and a prickling wave of fear ran through me as I realized...

  I'm dying.

  I blinked a few times, thinking I must have been dreaming or stuck in a nightmare, but as I laid there in the cool night surrounded by trees and wilderness, I knew I wasn't.

  This is real. I'm dying. I can't save my family. I can't help them...