Page 35 of Santa's Wish
"Drive," Colette whispered after what felt like ten minutes.
Santa gunned it down the alley, tossing me against the seat back. I sat up, trying to massage the crick from my neck.
"That was one of the vampires who attacked us outside Blood Drive," Santa confirmed.
Colette handed Santa her phone. "Is this the other one?"
"Yes," he replied before I could complain about distracting the driver.
"The empress will be amused to know they're working together again." Colette looked anything but amused as she slipped her phone back into her pocket. "She's talking about moving up Boz's permanent hire date."
I swallowed hard. I didn't want to be a vampire, not yet, but I didn't have many options.
Santa dropped Colette back at the office, not even giving me time to change seats before he drove off again. He parked in his usual spot in front of his apartment and helped me out of the back seat.
"Is that what you want?" he asked softly.
"I don't know."
"You may not have a choice. If what Colette says is true, those vampires meant to kill you that night. While you're human, there's a higher likelihood they'll succeed."
"And if I'm a vampire?"
"They might kill you anyway," he said. "Or … maybe they want to turn you."
"Why would they bother?" Giving me eternal life seemed a poor decision on their part, especially since the empress already wanted that for me.
"Newly turned vampires are bound to their bloodlustfor months, if not years. It all depends on the sire, but I don't remember the first year after I was turned."
That didn't sound promising.
"New vampires are also more susceptible to being thralled by their sires. Remember all your talk of mind control? Sire bonds are like that. In that state of total devotion, you could set your office building on fire, risking your own life while taking down Empress Marcella's accounting firm."
I didn't understand. Of all the interesting segments of Empress Marcella's business, "Why would they go after accountants?"
"Sometimes, they do it for pure chaos. Besides, you're thinking too hard." Santa ushered me upstairs to my apartment instead of stopping at his. "You're also wasting precious time. I have two hours until work."
I expected to be manhandled once we were inside my apartment, but Santa surprised me by cupping my cheeks and bringing me in for a scorching kiss. His lips were warm against mine, a sign he'd stopped at Blood Drive before picking me up.
I leaned in, deepening the kiss and trying to take more of him inside of me. I wanted all of him. "Fuck me tonight?" I asked when he pulled away.
"Not enough time," he said. "Next Monday."
I couldn't hold in a whimper at the thought of waiting six days. I needed him inside me now.
He dropped to his knees before me and unzippedmy pants, and I forgot my disappointment. Santa on his knees was enough to make me forget everything, including my troubles with the financial planners.
Santa's experience and my lack of it had me riding the edge of my orgasm too soon. I grabbed his shoulders for an anchor as my world shattered into heat and light.
Once he’d milked every last drop and shuddering twitch from me, he stood and kissed me. I couldn't get enough of Santa's kisses. As wonderful as his blowjobs were, I loved it more when he let me taste myself on his tongue after he blew my mind.
"I need to go," he whispered.
"You just got here," I reminded him. "I thought you had two hours."
He kissed me with a passion and desperation that knocked my glasses askew and left my cock hard in my still unzipped pants. He broke the kiss with a frustrated groan. "I need to clean a few messes before the witch can set foot on my property."
"Tomorrow?" I asked.
