Part I - The Naughty Elf #3
Nick hoped that Santa’s elves were just more discreet. If he couldn’t find someone who shared his tastes in the castle, he’d have to bring in an outsider—and that would be a huge hassle.
There was a knock on the door. Nick grinned, anticipating his first chance to show off his new outfit. He jogged across the room to the door, carefully schooling his expression into a menacing scowl before pulling it open.
He wanted whoever was on the other side of the door to get the full effect of his new take on Santa, and that did not include smiling.
The elf knocking on his door was Pat.
“Hello, sir. I just wanted to—" Pat’s words trailed off when he laid eyes on Nick.
The look on Pat’s face was everything Nick had hoped it would be. Wide-eyed and nervous, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Crossing his arms and making his biceps pop, Nick furrowed his brows and glared at the little elf.
“Pat,” he said, looming over him. “What do you want?”
Pat didn’t answer. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Nick fought down a grin.
“I…” Pat licked his lips and swallowed. When he looked down and saw Nick’s erection, Pat nearly lost it. The poor elf looked like he wanted to make a run for it.
“Yes?” Nick prompted, uncrossing his arms and leaning against the door. He hooked his thumbs in his utility belt and crossed his ankles as he waited for Pat to speak.
“I was just wondering if you needed anything?” Pat squeaked. He sounded like he regretted his decision to be helpful, and Nick decided to put him out of his misery.
“Thank you, Pat,” he said, letting himself smile at last. Pat relaxed slightly, but he still looked nervous. “But I’m fine. Why don’t you come back tomorrow morning and we can figure out just what I’m supposed to do around here?”
“Yes, sir,” Pat said, nodding. He started to back away, turning around and looking like he was going to make a run for it, when Nick suddenly remembered that he’d told Pat that he wanted to talk to the elf that caused the explosion in his office after dinner.
“Pat, wait a minute!” he called, making Pat’s shoulders hunch. Nick almost felt bad. Teasing Pat was fun, and he wanted him to be nervous, but he shouldn’t be scared of Nick.
“Yes, sir?” Pat asked, turning around.
“That elf I wanted to talk to—the one who cause the explosion in the experimentation room—is he waiting for me in my office?”
Pat blanched. “Oh, uhm … No, sir. You see, I told Billy that you wanted to see him, but he thought I was just trying to trick him. His friend plays a lot of tricks on him and he thought that she was trying to pull one over on him and that I was in on it. I don’t know why—I’ve never helped her trick him before.
” Pat gasped, visibly forcing himself to stop talking.
Nick took a second to make sense of the nervous jumble of words.
“So Billy is not waiting for me in my office?” he asked, just to clarify.
“No, sir.” Pat sounded subdued.
“And where can I find this Billy person?”
Pat bit his lip. “He lives in a cottage on the west side of the castle. If you ask one of the snow globes for directions, it will tell you where to go.”
Nick was confused. “Snow globes?”
Pat nodded vigorously. “You can have mine. I can just make a new one in the workshop tomorrow. Here you go.”
Pat stepped forward and handed Nick a tiny snow globe. Nick took it and held it between his thumb and forefinger, turning it over and examining it. The layer of white snow on the bottom of the globe filled the dome as Nick spun it upside down.
It looked just like a normal snow globe. Inside there was a fat little Santa dressed in the traditional Santa’s costume.
“How does it work?”
Pat took a step back. “Just tell it who you want to find and the snow inside will start moving in the direction you need to go. It’s really easy.”
“Find Billy,” Nick said, holding the snow globe up in front of his mouth and feeling silly. The little globe seemed to vibrate, and the next thing he knew the snow inside was blowing against the left side of the glass. Pat was right: it was easy.
Nick decided that he might as well go talk to this Billy character now. When he ordered one of the elves do something, even through an intermediary, he expected to be obeyed. That needed to be made clear from day one.
In fact, Nick should probably thank this Billy for giving him an opportunity to set the tone for his new reign as Santa.
“Thank you, Pat. That will be all. I’ll be expecting you in the morning.”
“Yes, sir,” Pat said. He bowed, flinching when his eyes landed on Nick’s bountiful crotch, and quickly took off down the hallway in the opposite direction of where the snow inside the globe was pointing.
Nick shook his head in amusement and watched Pat scurry off. He then squared his shoulders and puffed out his chest, making sure he looked as big and tall as possible, and marched off to find the troublemaker who’d tried to blow up his castle.
Billy dropped his book and very nearly spilled his tea when he heard the loud knock. It came from high up on his door, making the whole front wall rattle, and it sounded angry.
If Billy didn’t know better, he’d almost think that it was one of the abominable snowmen who guarded the castle come to pay him a visit. The creatures were fierce and strong, but surprisingly pleasant to talk to.
Wondering who it could be, Billy tiptoed to the door. The knock came again, almost blowing the door off its handle, and Billy squeaked and jumped back.
“Open up!” A deep, rumbling voice commanded. Billy’s eyes widened at the low-pitched sound. He put his hand on the doorknob and pushed, his gut-feeling telling him that in this instance obedience was the best course of action. Once the door was swinging open, he scrambled back.
A big leather-clad hand grabbed the door and pulled it all the way open. Billy watched as the figure on the other side of the door was revealed.
Holy shit.
Billy felt his mind grinding to a halt, his mouth going dry, and his knees turning to jelly.
Standing in front of him was the scariest, and hottest, alpha Billy had ever seen in his entire life.
Towering over him, at least a foot and a half taller than Billy, the man was a veritable mountain of muscle.
“Are you Billy?” the giant growled, holding his belt on either side of the buckle and drawing attention to the huge bulge underneath. Billy didn’t say anything, standing there frozen and drinking in the sight of the stranger.
Was he dreaming?
The alpha was dressed in the most bizarre outfit Billy had ever seen.
He wore a dark red suit that clung to his body like a second skin, every ridge and vein on display, leather gloves, and a huge pair of knee-high leather boots.
On his head, he wore a Santa’s hat, the little tuft of cotton on the end dangling down and coming to rest on his shoulder.
Nick wanted to reach out his hand and touch the apparition before him.
The alpha was ruggedly handsome, with a strong nose, a wide jaw and cheekbones that looked like they were cut from marble, and the whole package was pretty much every secret fantasy Billy had ever dreamed of all rolled up into one glorious package.
“Well?” the giant growled, crossing his arms and scowling down at Billy like he wanted to murder him.
Murder face. Billy remembered the phrase like a punch to the gut, but his mind rebelled at the very idea.
This could not be the new Santa. It just wasn’t possible.
Santa was jolly, fat and easy-going. This man was not.
He had the body of a finely honed warrior and the facial expression of a cold-blooded killer.
“Did Tulip put you up to this?” he asked. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He knew that Tulip hadn’t set this up. Even she wouldn’t go this far just to trick him.
“Excuse me?” the giant uncrossed his arms and took a menacing step forward. Billy took a step back, gulping.
“Sorry. Yes, I am Billy. Are you the new Santa? You don’t look like a Santa. You’re really hot.”
Billy realized what he was saying and clamped his hands over his mouth, his face turning red with horrified humiliation.
The new Santa grinned. Unlike the old Santa, this man didn’t look nice when he smiled. The expression was predatory and filled with anticipation, and he seemed to be showing an awful lot of teeth.
“Yes, I am the new Santa,” the alpha said, closing the door behind him and taking another step forward. Billy stumbled back. “And I gave explicit instructions that I wanted to talk to you in my office after dinner. Would you care to explain your absence?”
Billy was going to kill Tulip. If it weren’t for her habit of playing tricks on him, this never would have happened. He licked his lips and took another step back, the back of his legs hitting his chair. He fell back, landing on his book and blanket. He stared up at the new Santa.
From his seated position, the man seemed even bigger.
Billy’s eyes traveled down the Santa’s body, and when they reached the alpha’s crotch he thought he was going to have a heart attack.
It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Huge and hard, the new Santa’s cock lay flush against his right thigh, easily nine inches long and thicker than Billy’s wrist. Billy could see the veins on the huge member, and the head was round and fat.
It took everything Billy had not to lean forward and put his mouth on it.
“Eyes up,” the Santa said in an amused voice, strutting forward until he was pressed right up against the chair.
A huge leather-clad finger reached under Billy’s jaw and tilted his head up.
The feel of the smooth leather under his chin combined with the muscled body so close that he could lean in and rub his face all over it made Billy shudder in pleasure.
This had to be a dream. A very vivid, very sexy, dream.