A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
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1st Day of Christmas
by Laurie Olerich
Christmas
was coming, but Wynter wasn’t feeling festive. She was in-between
men at the moment--and not in a kinky, sweaty threesome kind of way.
Oh, she’d had dry spells before. That wasn’t a problem--usually.
It was the timing
that was problematic. This was a special year. The sun and moon and
stars were aligned just so. Most women survived the holidays in spite
of their single status. She was not
most women. No. She most certainly was not. Leaning forward with a
satin pillow clutched to her chest, she nibbled the tip of one claw
and searched for an answer. There
had to be a way out of this mess. She really liked her head attached
to her body. Before
a plan presented itself, her phone rang, sending a shiver down her
spine.
It
was him. Right on schedule.
As
the church bells tolled the hour of midnight, Wynter arched her back,
rocking her pelvis to match the furious rhythm of the man kneeling
between her thighs. With his shaggy head flung back, neck straining
with effort, he dug his fingers into her hips as he slammed into her
with a shout just as her muscles contracted and she shattered around
him with a cry of her own. As their breathing settled to something
close to normal, Michael leaned forward to drag his mouth across her
belly, dropping soft kisses over the newly inked tat that graced her
hipbone.
“Sexy.
I like that you’ve used my sigil.” His green eyes smoldered with
passion as he traced the intricate symbol with the tip of his tongue.
Nipping playfully, he held her impaled on his cock, shaking his head
at her frown as she tried to move away.
“You
say that like I had a choice. This was your order. I would’ve
preferred a hummingbird.” She stopped squirming and bit her lower
lip as his cock hardened for another round. With a mind of its own,
her pussy twitched in welcome.
Come
on in, big boy!
Love
him? Hate him? It didn’t matter. Her body wanted him anytime.
Anyplace. They’d been down this road more times than she could
count. It wasn’t healthy, but who was she to argue? Her family’s
future depended on keeping this creature happy. If she had to let him
give her a screaming orgasm every now and then, she’d have to make
that sacrifice. Taking one for the team... As if sensing her
surrender, he let his mouth curl into a rare smile that promised
pleasure.
Her
tongue played along her lower lip as she met his stare with a
challenge in her eyes. He was beautiful. No one could say otherwise.
His smoky green eyes stripped her defenses to leave her naked and
wanting. Her sisters said he could see into your soul. Maybe he
could. Rumor had it he wasn’t human. Human or not, he was
impossible to resist.
“We’re
almost out of time, Wynter. Are you ready for me?”
Without
breaking her gaze, she trailed a fingertip across the flushed skin of
his throat and turned his chin downward. “I’m always ready for
you.”
“Good
girl.” He flashed his smile one last time before turning her around
so she knelt on her knees. Clutching her hips close, he began to move
with long, slow strokes that filled her to the good side of pain. She
didn’t bother to smother the moan that escaped. God,
he feels so good. To
hell with Christmas. She
tilted her hips to take him even deeper and gasped as his cock
brushed that sweet spot deep inside. Closing her eyes, she shut out
everything but the coiling pleasure in her belly. There’d be time
for regret tomorrow.
Thirty
minutes later, they lay sprawled in a tangle of tanned arms and long
legs, too exhausted to move, not really awake, but not totally
asleep. Craving one last touch, she tucked her face into his shoulder
and drifted off.
“Don’t
forget it’s your turn to bring a man this year.” His husky tone
softened the threat in his words but it was impossible to miss.
She’d
comply with his wishes or she’d beg for death. “Yeah, yeah. Beg
for death. I--”
With
eyes gleaming in the dim light, he pressed his mouth to her ear.
“Don’t test me, Wynter. You know the rules. Bring the man.”
All
righty then. So much for the afterglow. She
had her orders. She would find the perfect man and bring him to
Christmas dinner. That’s the story she’d tell Mr. Perfect when
she found him. The
truth was so much worse.
When
she eased awake the next morning, Michael was nowhere in sight. Even
the indention of his head on the pillow was gone. She brought her
fingers to her nose and breathed deeply, searching for some hint of
his scent. Nothing. As usual, there was not a single trace of his
presence. It was as if he didn’t exist at all.
Except
this time, he’d left a note on the nightstand.
This
could not possibly
be good.
Go
to the courtyard.
Using
the sheet as a sarong, torn between excitement and fear, she padded
through the house until she came to the French doors that led to the
frozen gardens of the courtyard.
Closing
her eyes against the painful site, she groaned, “He didn’t.”
There,
in the center of the tiny courtyard, stood a tree.
A
pear tree to be exact. And in that tree huddled a partridge. One sad,
lonely, fat partridge. The bird’s head swiveled in her direction;
it’s beady eyeball zeroing in on her.
“And
so it begins.”
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