I take his hand. "My room?" I ask him tenderly.
Mitteeku drops his gaze to me. "No. I want to experience the wonder of you under all of the lights from the tree as they bathe us like hundreds of sparkling sprites."
He catches me by my waist and pins me on the couch-and the Christmas tree lights cast pretty colors all over him; they do sort of look like what I'd imagine sparkling sprites to be.
He growls in my ear. "This Santa can keep his Nice list-I like you Naughty."
"Me?" I slide my hand down his torso. "Naughty?" I cup his massive bulge and give him a squeeze. "Whatever did I do to earn a spot on the Naughty list?"
His gaze is searing. He palms my butt through my short hot-elf skirt. (Oh yes. It totally matches the panties.) "This is not nice. What is this garment if not to drive a male berserk?"
This was a short, funny, fluffy little story. It was just what I was in the mood for, mindlessly entertaining, and semi-holiday-themed. Though, not nearly as "Christmas-y" as the title would have you believe. I very much dislike reading any series out of order, but I wasn't concerned in this case. Honestly, I picked this up because of the title and, you know, because it's almost Christmas. So, I wasn't worried about losing the plot because I hadn't read the previous books. And really, I don't think I missed out on anything from reading out of order, anyway. Maybe some about how and why these alien guys are on earth, but I enjoyed it all the same. This was my first book by this author, and it made me chuckle and kept me interested enough that I'd be interested in trying out some more.
I'm staring down at my heaped plate, working through this, when Austin drops his beloved toy to the floor. Absently, I use my tail to pick it up.
Austin emits a highly excited squeal.
Still using my tail, I give it back to him.
He shrieks in delight.
Austin is easy to awe; any movement of my tail manages it-and now he excitedly slips into a subsection of language that Christopher can decipher, but one that my translator can make no sense of.
I can surmise the meaning of this vocalization from Austin though. I nod to him. "You are very welcome."
I return my gaze to my food when, out of the corner of my eye, I see the small stuffed toy take yet another life-ending leap off the tray of the seat that is designed to hold Austin's body hostage.
Austin points down at his dispassionately murdered companion and gasps. "Oh NO!"
I raise a browplate at him. "Didn't you just push your stuffed pet off your hostage-chair?"
Austin's face transforms-not to an expression of guilt, but mirth-and he giggles. The lack of shame for his appalling actions is apparent.
"That was mildly disturbing," I inform him, and he laughs harder, pointing with more vigor to his toy.
Against my better judgement, my tail circles the stuffed creature to return it to him, and Austin's excitement reaches a decibel level that is causing my ears to ring. I point two fingers at him. "Shh, now. Use your inside-spaceship voice, please."
Christopher snorts, choking on his food, and I glance at him in question.
"Nothing, man," Christopher says as he snickers and coughs. His thin chest shakes as he seems to struggle to both breathe and laugh. "That was funny and you weren't even trying to be."
"Hmm," I respond, and turn my attention back to his younger sibling, whose face still appears so innocent that I would never suspect him of harboring nefarious intentions. If I hadn't seen him shove his friend to his untimely end with my own eyes, I'd never have believed it. After all, this is the same stuffed companion that Austin insisted he have with him at all times today. Of all his menagerie, this was his prized pet.
But now just look what's happened to him.
The moment Austin has his friend back, he does not hesitate: without so much as a look of remorse, he swiftly shoves his dear playfellow off the edge of his hostage-chair.
"Your behavior is worrying," I inform him, and the tiny human laughs in my face.
My attention is focused on him until an alluring scent touches my nose, and when a feminine laugh caresses my ears, I glance over and find Gwen.
She stands in the doorway-hands over her mouth, unsuccessfully muffling her laughter, her eyes alight and dancing.
~
I float home. The implications of Mitteeku returning the same level of interest for me that I feel for him opens up all kinds of possibilities.
Yet despite the current of excitement zipping through me, I chicken out in the driveway. I sit in the car, staring at the house until I see two not-human eyes reflecting back at me through a spread in the blinds.
Well, that's creepy.
But he is an alien. Some concessions must be made.
As I gather my purse and the groceries and the hardware store purchase from the seat next to me, Mitteeku gets antsy and the front door opens a crack, and smoke curls out onto the porch.
Or, as a certain alien's translator knows it, the vestibule.
Shaking my head, I make my way to him, smiling at the absurdity of the circumstances-but being really grateful for them. I've missed having a partner-a good one, and I can't imagine a better one than Mitteeku.
He's amazing with the kids, he's great with me-he's better than their biological dad was-to them, and to me.
Mitteeku and I are going to be a thing.
~
I would rend the subpar sire in so many pieces, there wouldn't be enough if him left to burn.
As Christopher is fond of saying: NOPE. No, I'd never be able to stand by. And judging by the way Gwen reacts when I consume bones, I believe it's safe to assume that it would cause her some distress if I destroyed her former male in the manner with which I desire to destroy him.
Gwen's hand covers my cheek. "Mitteeku?"
"Hmmm?"
"You're smoking on me. Are you okay?"
I focus on the way she's nibbling her pretty lip. And I don't squander this moment: I finally have her permission and the opportunity to lean in and nibble it myself. So I do.
Against her lips, I explain, "I won't be able to remain rational about this topic if you go further. I haven't had the opportunity to test how possessive I feel over you until just now. The answer is 'I will immolate the rival that looks upon my Gwen.'"
Breath gushes from Gwen's nose, puffing onto my lips. It's almost a snort.
"But only after I shred them and break their bones," I confess, using the utmost care as I continue to show her lips affection with the same teeth I would kill men with in order to keep her as mine alone. I suck her bottom lip between mine and trace it with my tongue.
Gwen collapses pliantly underneath me, her hands furrowing into the spines atop my head, and her fingers find the sensitive spike bases behind my ears. It's a struggle not to crush her with my weight; her touch on me feels good enough I could sink into her just like this and stay here forever.
Her hands feel so good that I mimic her, drawing her body up enough I can slide my arms under her, slide my hands where I want them. "This mane," I growl, fisting her mass of fine silk. I crush my mouth over hers.
Her skin against my scales feels good, and I want more of this, I want to possess her from the inside out. I want to pound myself inside her until we're both satisfied, and this aching need for her abates enough for me to think.
At least, I hope it abates a little. We have younglings to raise. Even with her permission to share her body, I still can't just mount her in the kitchen whenever she gets near me.
I groan, regretting that I even considered the possibility. This is an image that will haunt me now when we are together as a family in the kitchen. Tevek.