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He chuckled. “I appreciate your dedication to your craft, little elf.”
I didn’t let myself think about the implications of what we’d just done. That would be a problem for another day.
Campbell helped me to my feet. I made a move toward the door, but he stopped me. His lips descended on mine, and his hand slipped under the waistband of my pants. He gripped my length and pumped. It didn’t take me long before I was spilling into mypants. His lips never left mine. He had one hand on my cock and the other at my throat, the gentle pressure keeping my head still as he kissed me.
“Think you can stay out of the workshop now?” I asked.
Campbell chuckled. “I think so. But only if you promise to work on this special project for me.”
“I suppose I can fit it in,” I said. I pushed away from him. Not that I wanted to leave, but I needed my space to process what just happened. “Good night, Campbell.”
“Good night, little elf.”
Chapter 6
Campbell
I knocked on Willy’s door with more authority and confidence than what I was currently feeling. Never before had an omega had me feeling so off center. I was used to being the one in control, and I suppose from the outside looking in, last night I had been in some sense.
When he’d come into the warehouse, all I wanted to do was cross over to him and taste his lips. Somehow, I managed to control myself long enough to come up with an off-the-wall story about cum lube. Maybe I was testing to see how far I could push ormaybe I was looking for a way out. I didn’t even know anymore. But the end result was me cumming harder than I ever had before and being more confused than ever.
If this was how my brother felt when he met Percy, I could see why the two of them were mated and expecting within a short amount of time. It was amazing Christmas had happened at all that year. How had my brother managed to leave his mate so soon after finding him?
Not that I was saying Willy was my mate. But I also wasn’t saying that he wasn’t. I doubted I could spell my whole name right now, my brain was so foggy.
Maybe it was all the Christmas magic in the air and nothing more.
It couldn’t possibly be that I was lonely after all these years of living in the woods by myself. I’d never felt lonely. If anyone had asked me, I’d have told them I was living my best life and would’ve meant it. But now? Now the idea of returning to my woods without Willy? Well, I didn’t like that very much.
“Coming!” Willy shouted through the door.
Just the word put an image in my head that I couldn’t shake—Willy beneath me, begging me to knot him as his cum shot out across his chest. My imagination was getting away from me, and if I wasn’t careful, I was going to have him open the door to my very tight jeans, leaving no room for doubt what I’d been thinking about and what I wanted to be doing.
Snowdrop whined at my feet, and I put a finger to my lips, telling her to hush. Her tail thumped as she looked up at me. “Good girl,” I said.
The door flew open. There was elf Willy with a green terrycloth robe on that had little ornamental pieces, making it look like a Christmas tree wrapped around his body.
I grinned. “That is a very clever robe.” It was perfect for him.
He looked down at himself. “Thank you.”
“Please tell me there’s a towel to match that you can put on your head to really make you look like a tree.”
His cheeks flushed red. “There is. It has a star on top and everything.”
I’d been teasing, but now that he said there was one, I wanted to see it on him. I’d bet anything he looked absolutely adorable.
“I love that.” I handed him his cup of coffee that I brought. I was guessing on how he took it, but given he was an elf and most of the offerings were sugar-filled cups of joy, I thought it was a safe bet to go with the barista’s suggestion.
“Is there something I can help with?” he said, as he took it. “Is something wrong? No one ever comes to my door unless there’s an emergency.”
Ah, so he didn’t have any late-night suitors. Good. I wanted to be the only one.
“No emergency. I just wanted to assure you that I’ll be on my best behavior.” At least workwise. Seeing him in this robe had me unable to promise I’d be good in all things. “I’ll help you meet this goal, and I’ll stay on task.”
He took a long sip of his coffee, and I nearly lost my place in the speech I’d semi prepared along the way.
“We’ll have a successful season. It’s clearly very important to you, and I want my brother and Percy to feel like they can take time off if they need it. I won’t do anything to get in the way of that, not even making my own dildo that’s the shape of my cock or lube that’s the flavor of my cum.”
