Page 26 of Reindeer Flames
No Comets would catch me shopping in Denmark. For the first time in a long time, I felt comfortable in my skin. My confident swagger returned when I thought of Silver. My mate was a giant silver dragon! I wished everyone at the North Pole could see us fly together, the way we had last night.
Silver and I split up to search the aisles. I found a young woman stacking cans into a pyramid and asked, "Where's Les?" Their name was at the top of the purchase order.
She smiled and nodded at me, said something in Danish, and pointed to the door on the opposite end of the building, beside the cash register.
"Thank you." I met Silver at the register, and together, we knocked on the door. "Les?" I called.
The door creaked inward, and a small person with a thick mop of dark curls looked up at me through thick glasses. "Who's asking?"
"I'm Hart Comet, and this is Silver." I waved, hoping the first name and the color of his hair was enough to pass muster. My cheeks heated as I realized I didn't know my mate's last name. Maybe dragons didn't have last names. "We have a purchase order for two bags of salt."
They nodded. "Come inside."
I gave them the purchase order, and they read it with a smile. "Dante's been busy this season, I take it. Or are you his favorites?"
"Dante?" He'd always been Santa 30 to me.
"My sister and I own his favorite bakery," Silver said. "He sends his team every weekday, and he often stops by on the weekends."
They smiled. "He always had a sweet tooth. It's good to know he's found somewhere he likes. For years, he complained about the horrible village bakeries." They winked. "Never said what village, though I have my guesses." They motioned for us to follow through a narrow door into a large storeroom. Along the back wall were large bags of sugar, flour, and salt. "Two of these," Les patted the stack of twenty-five-pound bags, "though I'm willing to part with a third if you'll tell me where you're going."
"Near Longyearbyen," Silver said. It wasn't close by human standards, but I didn't argue. "Beautiful place."
"Cold." Les shook their head. "No, thanks. I'll stay where we have mild winters."
We packed the three bags of salt into the back seat of the Volkswagen. On the way back to the cabin, I was grateful for the way Silver eased on the gas pedal instead of trying to get from zero to sixty in however many seconds. If we'd wrecked, or even stopped too quickly, the salt could have ruined Santa's car.
Back at the cabin, my skin prickled with anticipation the moment Silver switched off the ignition. I hurried out of the passenger seat to grab the top bag of salt and secure it to the flatbed behind the practice sleigh's bench seat. Silver helped me secure the bungee cords so the bags wouldn't shift during the flight. We worked well together.
I hooked the last cord into place and looked up from where I kneeled beside the sleigh. Silver stared down at me from his hunched position. The moment our gazes met, I could no longer resist my desire to kiss him. I lunged for him, and he leaned into me. Our mouths collided in a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongues. Despite being so far from the North Pole, it felt like a homecoming.
Somehow,we made it back to Santa's guest bedroom, our clothes flying along the way until we both stood naked at the foot of the bed, unable to let go or stop kissing long enough to get comfortable.
Finally, Silver dropped his forehead to my shoulder, his breath tickling along my collarbone. "I'm so turned on, I could probably come like this."
I swallowed hard against the lump of fear in my throat. Never before had I asked for my most taboo desire. If my gorgeous omega turned me away for wanting something no alpha should want, I would be devastated.
Instead, I put my trust in fate. "What if I want you to come inside me?"
He lifted his head, and his steel gaze bored into me. "Yes."
If he'd have questioned me, I probably would have chickened out and settled for mutual handjobs or blowjobs, but his immediate agreement activated my submissive side, a part of me so small and abandoned, he rarely saw the light of day.
Beneath Silver's intense gaze, I felt seen: all my broken parts, habits, and foibles that didn't fit with being an alpha Comet. I wanted my omega to fuck me, to hold me down and shove his cock inside me until I was full enough to burst from the sheer humiliation.
I tried to turn away, but Silver grabbed my chin and held my gaze. "It's okay to want me to fuck you," he whispered. "What two people do in their bedroom is nobody else's business."
I nodded. "It's not fair to you if I can't shout it to the world. I always wanted to try it, to see if I was vers, or even if I liked bottoming more."
Silver's grin was full of sunshine and sugar. "I'd be happy to experiment with you, to see what you like most."
"Even if the results aren't … typical?"
He laughed. "They'd be our results, and no one else's business. Who cares what other people do in the bedroom? Besides, you'd never know by looking at them. I've met alpha dragons who only ever get off with a vibrating egg up their asses, which is just as acceptable as any other sexual pleasure. I know people who don't experience sexual attraction and who would rather eat cake than get naked with another person. That'sperfectly fine for them. Sexuality isn't a menu. It's more like a recipe."
"Add ass play and dragon dick, stir, and bake for fifteen minutes?"
"You won't last fifteen minutes." He winked.
