Page 66 of Santa's Wish
"To the empress, sure, but you?—"
I rolled him onto his back and flattened his body to the bed. "I love you because you're worth loving. You're kind, funny, and scary smart, not to mention hot as fuck."
He laughed. "Me."
"You."
He tried to object again, but I kissed him, letting my body say more than I could ever express in words. I wanted him. I needed him. Damn right, I loved him. He was everything I didn't know was missing in my lifeuntil he filled up all the empty spaces and made me feel whole.
I worked myself open as I worshiped his body with my mouth. He shivered beneath me in anticipation. We'd done this almost every day for a year now, and his body still responded to me like it was the first time.
When I took his cock head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, he gifted me with the taste of his sweet precome. With our daily supply of human and shifter blood, we could still produce seminal fluid, but no semen. He didn't taste the same as when he was human, but it didn't matter. Either way, I loved to taste him.
I wanted him inside me, needed to feel him within me the way he'd filled my life and made it full.
I lubed up his cock and slid onto it in one fluid motion. He tensed beneath me, his hands bunching the sheets. His cock felt divine inside me, but sex with Boz had never been about his cock, or his body. He was mine in every sense of the word. I'd been his first sexual partner, but I hoped to be enough to be his only partner. I didn't want him to spend his life looking for his missing pieces the way I'd been looking for mine.
He wasn't my missing piece, though. With him, I felt healthier than I had in years, but it wasn't because he completed me. It was because he saw me as complete. I'd thought I was broken, but to him, I was awork of art with gold poured between my cracks. Until he'd seen the beauty of it, I couldn't see it myself.
I moved against him, dragging my cock along his abs with every thrust. He planted his feet on the bed and thrust into me, his cock hitting my prostate just right. I wasn't going to last.
"I love you too, you know," he whispered in my ear.
"Yeah, I think you do." All the signs had been there since last Christmas, but I'd been in denial.
Boz curled his strong fingers around my cock and cupped my face with his other hand, dragging me down for a brutal kiss.
"I love you so much." He emphasized every word with a powerful thrust that pushed me closer to the edge. "I'm going to prove it to you every night of your life."
Christmas came early this year, and so did I. My orgasm rolled through me like lightning, sparking every nerve ending and tensing all my muscles at once. I collapsed to Boz's chest, gripping his shoulders like a life raft while the sexual and emotional energy warred for dominance.
Boz shouted my real name when he came, and happy tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.
"Aw, sweetness." I kissed his cheek. "You are my early Christmas wish."
He laughed. "The way I see it, you waited almost a year to open the present I gave you last year."
"Oh, is that how it is?" I laughed with him. "I suppose you're right."
I wouldn't wait another minute. I peppered him with kisses, saying, "I love you," each time.
EPILOGUE
BOZ
Unlike Santa's birth month,when he moped around the apartment from March first to the thirty-first and refused to tell me which day, exactly, was the day of his birth, Christmastime was pure bliss. We took advantage of the longer nights to do all the things Santa said he'd wanted to do with me last year but didn't because I was human. We made snow angels during the first snowstorm of the season, chased a pack of deer through the woods during their rut, and spent a night on a rooftop in Maine, taking in the northern lights.
Santa wanted to show me everything at once, but I needed down time, too. I was still crunching numbers from dusk to two, Sunday to Thursday. Santa worked at the club while I worked, but he gave dancing lessons or tended bar more often than he worked in the VIP lounge.
One night during a commercial break while we lounged on the couch, I asked how the new VIP headliner was doing. Santa was happy to report on his replacement, Jewel. I'd even helped her with a Christmas dance routine she and her elves could perform to lure folks to the VIP line. According to Santa, they'd only done it twice, and both times, the VIP line grew so long they had to tell folks to come back the next night.
Santa's far-off gaze and slight grin made me wonder. "Are you jealous?"
"No! I'm grateful."
Not the response I'd expected. "Grateful?"
"I worried Mr. Caynik wouldn't be able to replace me, but Jewel is so much better than I was. She's fun to watch, and when she closes that door, you know she'll be as satisfied as the customers."
