Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
NOELLE
After I re-wrap the last of the blaster parts those asshole thieves stole, I toss them and the rest of my candy-cane pile into a sack on which I’ve clearly marked my name and written ‘Not for distribution’ on it, so no one mistakes these as gifts again, thieves or staff.
I can’t afford to lose even a single part.
I lost at least fifty toys. That hurts, deep down to my soul.
I should go back for them but the thieves are likely long gone.
The sacks were too heavy to carry all the way to the warehouse and guilt gnaws at me for sacrificing them.
Hauling that much weight would have made it impossible to slip through the streets unseen, especially when I was sure someone was following me.
One of the warehouse doors squeaks open, instantly putting me on alert. I slip my Glock from my purse and quickly stand to the side of the office door as I peer out.
“Come out, Noelle,” Nikkov orders. My body tenses as his rough tone and the hour he’s here.
I step out of the office, holding my gun behind me.
Standing in the center of the warehouse, he drops the four stolen sacks. “You left these behind.” Those silver eyes no longer shine with joy, but dim from betrayal and disappointment.
I want to run up to him and confess everything, but I don’t dare. “What are you talking about?” I ask innocently as I tap the gun against my lower back, debating my choices. The truth, or rather as much as I can give. He deserves that much.
He strolls toward me, a male on a mission, and given his gait, he’s going to arrest me. He was the one following me, and I suspect has been for days. That was his other lead, and the reason I haven’t seen him since that day I let him touch me in a way that still has me tingling.
By now he’s seen me at the bars, flirting with men, using my ample assets to get what I need.
“Piece by piece, you’ve been distributing the blaster to the Brotherhood. Right in front of me,” he growls, that expression of his changing from disappointment to anger. “You’re one of them.”
“I told you, you don’t know me. A few days playing Santa, a kiss, and that….” That marvelous series of orgasms he gave me as I gripped his horns for dear life. “… that was all part of the game.”
“I don’t play games, female. You’ve known my mission from the start. I’ve shown you who I am, and you’ve used that against me.”
“I admire you, Warrior.” I admire him too much, enough that I’m doubting my own instincts to shut the hell up. “I tried to get you to leave, but you’re too stubborn.”
“Loyal may be the word. Dedicated. I fight for Zyan and her allies, which includes Earth, one of many planets the Brotherhood will destroy if they’re allowed to thrive. I cannot let your activities continue.”
He raises a blaster, points it at me, while my own gun weighs more than it ever has. My finger slides over the safety, toying with it. No, I can’t… not to him. He’s… Nikkov, my blue Santa. I can’t hurt him.
“Will you really shoot me, Nikkov?”
He turns the blaster in his hand, then holsters it. “I confess, Noelle, I do not know what to do. My mission, my duty… to you….”
I shove the gun into the holster in my lower back and run to him, jumping into his arms when I reach him. “You don’t have a duty to me,” I whisper before my lips wrap around his.
A huge hand cups my ass, easily supporting me. My legs wrap around him as if I’ve done this before. Never. But we fit perfectly together, his cock pressing against my core, my ankles locking together, and his hands kneading my ass as if he’s ready to make me his.
Oh, how I wish Santa would leave him under my tree, but Christmas miracles don’t happen to people like me.
Our kiss intensifies, clouding my head, and my judgement as my blue Santa carries me to the cot in the back office where he proceeds to undress me.
“I never imagined unwrapping a Christmas present could be so enjoyable.” With his teeth, he pulls my pants down, then trails his tongue up my leg to my belly. My sweater disappears next, as deft hands explore every inch of me
His nose glides over my panties, heading to my core. “This fabric is different from the others.”
“It’s my only lace set. I bought it thinking… hoping I’d see you one last time.”
I’ve been fantasizing how I’d say goodbye after distributing the last of the blaster parts, but I don’t tell him that. Given how his eyes widen as he reverently runs his hands down my body, he has plans of his own.
“You are so beautiful, my sholani,” he murmurs, sliding my bra off me.
“I can’t be your sholani.” I hate how I can’t give him—give us—a chance, but I have commitments, a purpose here.
“We will find a way to extract you from the Brotherhood.”
“You don’t understand, Nikkov.”
My panties slide down next and a second later his shirt and holster join my pile of clothing as my hands tear past that outer layer as I give in to my weakness. Him.
His unique scent, hot cocoa warming over a fire, pulls me deeper in to a haze of ecstasy as my hands finally undo his pants and slide them down his hips.
My tongue explores every inch of him, tracing from those beautiful chest muscles to the chiseled abs and the V of his waist. His cock, long and thick, bobs in front of me, tempting me beyond words.
As I slide my lips over the deep blue tip and his hands thread through my hair, something taps against my chin. I pull off abruptly and stare at a second cock, two inches below the first.
“That is my pleasure cock. The only cock that has ever hardened for a female. Until you. With a roll of his hips, the tip of the upper cock glides across my lips. “My mating cock hardens only for you, Noelle. This is how I know you’re my sholani.”
I have no words, don’t want to think of what he’s saying, because that means admitting something I’m not ready to admit. Instead, I slide onto his mating cock, and close my eyes, drinking in the melodious moans of this gorgeous, sweet, and loving male.
His fingers sink into my hair, moving with me as I slide on and off him. That second cock keeps bouncing against me until I grab it. That’s when I hear lyrical and heartwarming alien words sail from his lips.
Everything I considered telling him falls away as pleasing him and hearing those sweet moans which entrance me.
I increase the pressure on his cock until he takes over, holding my head still as he thrusts into me.
His cock sliding down my throat sends my pussy into a series of contractions… around nothing. I need him in me.
I release his pleasure cock and slide off his mating cock, rising to look him in the eyes. “Fuck me. Now.”
He lifts me onto the cot and with one thrust, pushes inside me. The fullness catches me by surprise, distracting me momentarily as his second cock glides into my back hole as if it’s meant to be there.
“I didn’t see any lube,” I sputter.
“Frem.”
A one word answer I don’t understand, and maybe don’t need to. While I’ve never let a guy touch me there, Nikkov knows what he’s doing. And I find I trust him, like I’ve never trusted anyone.
When he rolls his hips, my entire body responds. Every cell, every nerve sizzles with electricity. There’s no pain, only a fullness from having two cocks in me, and this sense of floating higher and higher, toward an orgasm that will destroy me.
Yet that doesn’t scare me. Nothing about him ever has… except him leaving.
I thrust my hips, eager, needing as much of him as I can take.
The orgasm strikes sooner than I expected, launching me into the clouds while my blue Santa nibbles on my lower lip, his hips remaining still while my inner walls squeeze him.
No words pass between us now, but they’re no longer needed. There’s a world of communication in how his fingers glide down my sides, over the extra flesh I’ve always been self-conscious about but which Nikkov enjoys. His hands never leave me, even as the orgasm wanes and his thrusts begin anew.
Keeping both cocks inside me, he rolls me on top of him. I arch a brow, and then smile when he grins. It’s my turn. His expression says as much.
With my hands on his chest, I use the position to rise and slam down on him, without losing either cock. It’s unusual, but quickly becoming natural. Those silver eyes shine as they lock with mine. Nikkov thrusts one last time and roars as his cum fills me.
What we have together is beyond anything I thought possible. I don’t know if it can last, but I know one thing; I have to tell him the truth.
I wrap my legs around his waist, trapping his cocks inside me. The idea of getting off of him, losing this connection sickens me. As does lying to him for even a second longer.
As my body calms, I slump forward, onto his chest, and press my lips to his ear. This is my chance, one that requires a leap of faith that he won’t hate me for deceiving him as long as I have.
“I’m not part of the Brotherhood, Nikkov.”
“You have the blasters.” A statement but not one of condemnation. Bless his Christmas heart, he still hopes to save me even though he thinks I’m the enemy.
“Yes, as part of my mission. I work for Earth Intelligence. You’ve stumbled into an undercover op, my op. We’re distributing blaster parts, ones we’ve altered with trackers to expose and hopefully destroy the entire Brotherhood network on Earth. We’re on the same side, Nikkov. Allies, not enemies.”