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Dirty December
S.C. Principale
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Dedications and Acknowledgements
T
his one is dedicated to my Patreon Fan-mily, my editor, and my
hardcore writing besties. I am so sorry I have such a filthy mind
and you all have to put up with it. I owe you cookies. Or
stickers. Or more filth. But loving filth!
Also, this is dedicated to whoever made those ridiculously
inspirational hot Santa memes. Look what you started.
Introduction
A
n elf’s worst nightmare is to end up on the Naughty List, but
Eirwen’s fantasies about Klaus are so delicious they make it
worth the risk!
Eirwen has never wanted anyone but the handsome,
commanding widower the world knows as the kindly Santa Claus.
Her racy fantasies revolve around another side of Klaus that’s much
more demanding but just as desirable. What will happen when
Eirwen’s cravings translate into her only Christmas Wish—and Klaus
finds out?
Klaus is retiring from his job as Santa Claus and handing the
reins over to his son. But as he prepares to shop for a summer home
in Pine Ridge, the magical demi-mortal wonders if it’s too late to
capture the heart of the woman of his lustful dreams. When he
discovers Eirwen’s debauched Christmas Wish, Klaus must make a
choice. Should he keep their friendship as it is? Or should he indulge
both of their dreams and lead them into a deliciously dirty
December?
Author’s Note: There is seriously so much sex in this book. Are
you okay with that? It’s all consensual and Eirwen and Klaus have
assured me they are into it.
All the smut. All the love. A mushy happy ending in a cozy
paranormal-friendly town known for its love of Pine trees, minor
league hockey, and maple-glazed doughnuts.
Author’s Second Note: This is your LAST chance to go do
something else. You could learn to play the piano. Or knit. Or send
off those thank you notes you promised you’d send before February
but didn’t.
No? Okay, then.
Disclaimer: No holes were left behind in the making of this book.
Chapter One
I
can’t have a thing for my boss... even if he won’t be my boss for
much longer.
About twenty minutes, to be exact.
“Eirwen! Aren’t you coming?”
I look up, nose red (redder than usual) from crying, not from the
cold.
“I’ll be right there, Juniper!” I say brightly.
I’m one of Klaus’ elves. I’m always cheerful.
So is Klaus.
I frown through my hidden tears as Juniper hurries to the dining
hall, her braids swinging, bells jingling. When I think of Klaus’ big
smile, his broad chest heaving with laughter, his ringing voice... I
have trouble remembering when last I saw him give anyone a real
smile. I think it’s been more than a month.
I would do anything to make him smile. He’s not just a good
boss. He’s not just a symbol of love and generosity around the
world.
He’s... everything I ever wanted.
That giant of a man with a booming laugh, magic in his hands,
and a smile as wide as the Arctic Circle...
He’s been my crush since I started working with him almost forty
years ago—even though back then there was a Mrs. Claus.
I know, I know. Workplace romances are so messy, right? Don’t
worry, I’m not a workshop wrecker. I loved Holly Claus almost as
much as I swooned over her jolly, friendly, sweetheart of a husband.
I stayed strictly professional. Even though I was tempted, I never
talked to Klaus about anything besides my job—head manager of
the stable and eventually the head reindeer trainer.
“Eirwen! You’re not gonna let the girls miss my big moment, are
you?”
“Kris! No, sorry. Cupid is a little cranky, that’s all. She misses
Hades.” I jump when I see Kris standing in the stable doorway,
looking like a young, dark-haired version of his dad. I quickly get up
and pat Cupid’s nose. I’m telling the truth. This close to Christmas I
can’t risk letting her be with her mate, the big black buck, Hades, or
she might be too tired to fly tomorrow night.
Kris, who will be known as Santa Claus in about twenty minutes
when he takes over from his father, doesn’t buy my story.
“I don’t think Cupid is the only one who’s cranky. You’re going to
miss my dad, aren’t you?”
“Of course!” Elves come and go every couple of centuries, and
each Santa can only hold his power for 100 winters. It doesn’t
always pass from father to son, but it always passes, like a windup
toy’s clockwork—every century on the stroke of midnight that starts
Christmas Eve day.
I force a smile that softens to something natural. “We always
miss the old St. Nick, but we love the new one. We’ve known you
since you were born, silly. I’m sure the reins are in good hands.” I
make a weak pun as I lead the team of eight through the stable and
across the snow-packed ground.
“Eirwen. You know the powers don’t just switch on at midnight
when Dad hands me The List. They’ve been getting stronger for
days. I know all you want for Christmas.” Kris gives me a sweet, sad
look.
I hang my head. He must be sick at the thought of me wanting
his father for my heart mate. How could I, a tiny little elf and not
even a Crafter, dream of replacing Kris’ mother, a human, an angel in
mortal form, the most beautiful, gentle woman I’ve ever met, and
Klaus’ true heart mate, or what the humans call “one true love”?
“I’m sorry. I am foolish to think about such things,” I whisper.
Humans don’t even have heart mates. They have husbands and
wives, and many break their sacred vows.
Klaus hadn’t. Even though they were humans, all of us elves
knew Klaus and Holly had been heart mates.
Not that it will matter soon. Klaus has mentioned that he’ll be
taking some time away to let Kris settle into his new job and make
the role of Santa his own.
Soon, Klaus might only be a visitor—and he certainly won’t make
time to chat with me when he comes back to see his son and all of
the elves who have served with him. His closest friends have always
been the Crafters and Confectioners.
Kris shakes his head and stays the team with his hand on
Dasher’s brow. “Santa makes wishes, too, you know. Haven’t you
noticed him getting more and more surly with every passing minute?
It’s not because he’s retiring. He has been waiting to see me take
over and fill those shiny black boots and the big red suit for the last
decade. He’s going to miss you.”
“Miss me?” I know Klaus is leaving for a year or two in the sun
after a century in the hidden snowy realms of Brightlund, a tiny
snippet of the North Pole ordinary people can’t quite find on the
map. He’s leaving, but he’ll be back. His son lives here. The elves are
his family. And that doesn’t explain why he’ll miss me.
Kris seems to read my thoughts. “Mom has been gone for fifteen
years, Eirwen. Dad gets another century of mortal life, maybe even
more. You don’t think it’s possible that he might want to meet
someone to share that time with?”
“No! I mean, yes. Of course he might. Does. Would.” I shake my
silver-streaked plum-colored curls. “A human lady.”
Kris looks at me for a long moment while the blood rushes to my
face.
Klaus is six-and-a-half feet tall. I calibrated the sleigh and trained
the reindeer to pull the correct weight. I know he weighs about 300
pounds, most of it muscle.
I’m just under four feet and weigh a third of that, with a body as
thin and straight as a candy cane. The only fat on me is my round
cheeks and my scant handfuls of breasts.
The blood in my cheeks flies south.
Yes, I’ve been imagining having someone as big as Klaus
touching me. Yes, I’ve imagined him inside me, and I longed for the
initial pain and dreamed of the pleasure afterward.
“Stop.” Kris holds up a warning hand. “I like it best when I just
get semi-clear visions of what you want. Which is my dad. And
you’re who he wants.”
“He—what?” My shriek makes an icicle snap off the gingerbread-
esque roof of the dining hall as the doors are being flung open wide
for the ceremonial exchange of power.
“Shhh!” Kris glares me to silence, dark black beard and flashing
blue-black eyes hushing me along with a wave of his white-gloved
hand.
“Why me? He barely talks to me!”
“He can’t! Or at least, he couldn’t. Not while you were working
for him! No Santa wants to risk doing something that could
potentially cause tension between him and his workers. But haven’t
you noticed that he’s been hanging out in the stables every spare
minute?”
I had noticed—and loved— Klaus’ recent habit. “I thought he was
sad that he wouldn’t be driving the sleigh tomorrow night. I thought
he was going to miss the team.” I pat Donder’s flank.
“He likes you, Eirwen. You were always a good friend to my
mother. You were always there for me growing up. You taught me
how to ride, drive, and fly. Best of all, you never, ever let Dad down.
His team and his sleigh were always perfect because of you. You
never asked him for anything or pressured him to change the way
he ran the Workshop.”
I blink in surprise. “That’s just being a good worker! Elves are
supposed to support.”
“You were more. You were a good friend. Someone he trusted.
Someone he could talk to. And remember—he is Santa, for another
few minutes, anyway. He’s known your Christmas Wish for months.
He just couldn’t act on it.” Kris leaves the team and walks through
the sweeping snow, calling back over his shoulder— “But that all
changes tonight. The question is—do you want to make each other’s
Christmas Wishes come true?”
I
’m shaking so much inside, I’m afraid the constant tremors will
set off an avalanche in the icy terrain of Brightlund. Or maybe my
constant blushing and flushing will start melting all the snow. For
a minute, I envision leaving a wet trail wherever I go, making pools
of melted snow with every overheated footstep.
Me leaving a hot wet mess behind me? That’s not so far-fetched.
Right now, I’m so wet inside that I’d be afraid to sit on Klaus’ lap,
even if he asked me to. What if I soak right through his suit?
“Are you all right, Eirwen?”
Claudine, a matronly, older elf who works in the nursery, stops
me as I re-enter the feast just a few minutes after Klaus. I look
around the room and find him embracing his son and pounding him
on the back up at the head table.
“I’m fine.” Just fine. Horny, sweaty, shaky, and flustered, but
overjoyed.
The man I’ve wanted for years wants me, too—now. Tonight. In
a few hours.
“I know you’ll miss Klaus. We all will. Let it out, dearie.” Claudine
pats my shoulder.
I let out a short hysterical laugh into her warm, well-padded
bosom as she pulls me into a hug.
“You’ve been working too hard, Eirwen. You’ve never missed a
day. You won’t delegate a single chore for the team or in the stable.
If I were Kris—I mean, Santa—I would order you to take at least
one night off!”
“What an excellent idea. You know I always listen to Nana
Claudine.”
I gasp as Kris’ amused voice booms above our heads.
The new Santa bends to hug the silver-haired elf who helped
raise him. Everyone, elf or human, reveres Nana Claudine.
“I’m fine. I like to stay busy!” I quickly throw on a wide, perky
smile.
“Good—but you’ll have to obey my first official order, or you’ll
make me look bad.” Kris winks. “Dad wants to take a sleigh to
Kullorsuaq to celebrate his retirement, and you know how he is. He’s
never flown anything but Santa’s Sleigh. There’s a pretty lodge right
on the water. Why don’t you take a night off after being Dad’s
chauffeur?”
“How about it, Eirwen?”
My smile stiffens at the edges in an effort not to moan aloud.
Klaus has managed to sneak up behind me. His hand is on my back.
So much of my back, all at once. His thumb lazily caresses a line
up and down my spine and it turns my limbs into mush.
“Uh-huh. Sure. Sure. When?” I rasp, mouth wet but throat
suddenly dry.
“No time like the present. And you know I need a distraction. The
first Christmas Eve in a century without working? I won’t know what
to do with myself. C’mon, Eirwen. You show me how to fly ‘er, and
I’ll buy you a grog.”
I look up and see Klaus’ wide, gentle smile.
For a second, I wonder if I dreamed the conversation we had in
the stable.
Then, I feel his hand lightly stroke my waist, fingers caressing my
bottom before coming back to his sides. The smile on his face
remains innocent, but his eyes are ravenous.
A white wolf, hunting.
Those gray hairs are no indicator of strength—and I can’t wait for
him to bend me until I’m about to break, to use every drop of his
power on me.
“Will we be back for Christmas dinner?” I ask, trying to sound
calm and interested.
“We’ll beat Kris home by a minute!” Klaus laughs, and Kris
laughs, too. Even Nana Claudine laughs. At last, I join in, giddy.
Klaus and I are leaving for a night of passion together, and no
one will suspect a thing.
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