Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
NOELLE
Arustling noise jerks me awake. One look around and I remember I’m safe at home, in my own bed no longer playing the role of traitor.
The clock on the wall stares at me. It’s two a.m. Christmas has come and gone and no Nikkov.
I shouldn’t feel so disappointed, but I am.
He said he’d return. For as much as I know better than to believe guys who make promises, I was sure Nikkov was different.
I snuggle back under my blankets, hoping to dream about him and a perfect universe where we didn’t live lightyears away from one another.
A banging against my window spurs me to jump up and grab the knife from my nightstand. Foolish me, I haven’t brought my backup gun up to my bedroom. It’s in the kitchen where I was oiling it earlier.
As soon as my eyes adjust to the dark, I spot a rope hanging by the window… which is wide open.
And someone’s standing behind me.
I spin and swing outward with my knife, stopped by an iron-grip clamping down on my wrist and expertly disarming me.
“This is not how I envisioned our next meeting, sholani.”
“Nikkov!”
Strong arms wrap around me, making me whole again.
“I tried coming down the chimney, but it’s hot, from a fire. At first I thought this is what humans do if they do not wish Santa entering their homes, but then I realized my sholani is cold without me to warm her.”
I chuckle as I hug him harder. “You could have come through the front door.”
“You were quite clear that Santa enters houses from above. And I’m quite good with ropes.”
“You’re giving me ideas, Nikkov. Naughty ones.”
His hand squeezes my ass. “Naughty can be very, very nice.”
“Yes it can.” I settle into his embrace and simply enjoy having him here. There will be plenty of time to work out how nice or naughty he likes it, at least I hope so.
I’m shivering from the cold, so Nikkov closes the window. When he turns around, he’s wearing a Santa hat. “Am I too late to celebrate Christmas with you?”
“Having you here…” I throw my arms around him again. “I’ve wished for nothing else. This is a perfect Christmas!” That elicits that devilish smile of his.
“I’m unsure what Santa says to adults. You only taught me to say Ho, Ho, Ho to the younglings and have them climb on my lap to tell me what they want.”
I guide him to the edge of the bed where I climb on his lap and wiggle my bottom. “I want you, Santa. And only you.”
“I am yours, sholani.”
“For how long? I mean, until you have to go back to Zyan.”
“Never, if I wish it. GI6 has stationed me on Earth. Some of my missions will be here. I might even be teamed with a gorgeous female from Earth Intelligence.”
I slap him playfully on his arm. “That better be me.”
“Is there another? I can’t imagine one more beautiful.”
“What about the missions that aren’t here?”
His hand cups my cheek. “I will always return to you, Noelle. Wherever you are, is home. No matter how far a mission takes me, I will always return home to you because you are my comfort, my salvation… my entire universe.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
He tips my chin up. “Say you are my sholani, that I am your sholan. Tell me that you want me to stay.”
“All that and more. I just never thought you’d marry me.”
He places the Santa hat on me. “It is not a ring, as I believe Earth custom demands for marriage.”
I remove my shirt, careful to keep the hat on, then straddle him. “I don’t need a ring. I just need you. From now on, just call me Mrs. Claus.”
He lifts my hand and inspects it closely. “No claws. Just very soft fingers.”
“All the better to stroke you with.” I reach up and stroke that sensitive area along his horns.
His horns pitch back as they do when we’re together. “What are you doing to me?”
“Just showing you how I feel.” My hands glide down his chest and over his pants.
Both cocks, already hard, strain against the fabric.
Still, I stroke them, needing to hear the beautiful sounds he makes when he’s aroused.
I’ll never tire of hearing his moans, seeing his reaction to me, knowing he desires me. All of me, just the way I am.
My alien Santa returned for Christmas. No, he returned for me, and he’s here to stay. Whoever said Christmas miracles don’t happen never met their heartmate….