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  Why did this feel so incredibly, overwhelmingly right? Shouldn’t she be concerned about a stranger taking such incredible liberties with her body? Logic told her she should, but her body knew better. Taking chances had never been something she did as a general rule, but for the second time in as many months, she decided to reason with her senses rather than her mind. That same thinking process had led her to abandon her apartment in L.A., to leave behind her sister and everyone she knew, and move out here, in the middle of nowhere.

  Judging by the way Arduine’s tongue eagerly circled her hooded clit, perhaps striking out on her own hadn’t been such a crazy move. Maybe she’d been meant to come out here, to be with him.

  You’ve lost your mind out here in the wilderness, Grace.

  Well, then, so be it. If she was going crazy, she’d rather lose her marbles with a hot Elf sucking on her pussy lips than anywhere else.

  She drew in a harsh breath as Arduine quickened his thrusts. His fingers were long, tapered and broad, amply filling her needy channel. Yet she wanted more, craved that cock she’d drooled over inside her.

  “I need…”

  Arduine lifted his head from her depths, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he continued to apply steady, nerve-tingling pressure to her clit. He was obviously experienced, as he knew just what to do to send her over the edge. Her climax careened through her, slamming into her with potent force that stole the breath from her lungs. Her clenched muscles tensed and quivered as she came, her screams echoing off the walls of her living room.

  “That,” she finished when she could trust herself to speak again. “I needed that.”

  “Good.” Arduine lifted himself to his full height and reached out to Grace, drawing her to her feet. “Want more?”

  She nodded. “I want to make you feel as good as you’ve made me feel.” Her tongue swept out over her lips, wetting them as she gathered up her courage to give voice to her burning desire. “I want to feel you come inside me. Your cock looks so good; I need to feel it writhing in the grip of my cunt.”

  She held her breath, sure he’d begin to laugh any moment now. He didn’t.

  “I knew you were the one for me from the moment I first laid eyes on you.” He cupped her breasts in his palms and drew the pad of his thumbs over the hardened crest of her nipples. “Now I know your hungers match mine. You’re perfect.”

  Perfect for what?

  Arduine didn’t give her a chance to ask. He lay on his back beside the coffee table in front of the television set, and gripped his hard length in one hand. “Come and get it,” he said.

  Grace didn’t need any further encouragement. She pushed the fuzzy fabric of her pajama top off her shoulders, letting it drop to the ground, then swung one foot over his stomach to straddle his waist. He grinned up at her, his pointy green hat falling off his head to rest against the cream-colored carpet.

  He looked delectable, splayed out in her living room like he belonged there. As far as Grace was concerned, he did. He could stay as long as he wanted, do whatever he wanted to her. For the first time since this dreaded holiday season began, Grace didn’t feel alone.

  She squatted over the hard length of his cock. Arduine positioned the tip of his rod at the entrance to her moist slit. Cream dripped from her cunt to coat his shaft, and he rubbed his hand along his cock, lubricating it with her juices. The erotic sight nearly undid her.

  Grace shifted her position so she knelt over him. The molten gold of his amber-flecked blue eyes glistened in the pale light coming from the richly decorated tree. The depth of emotion swirling in his gaze signaled that there was more going on inside him than the need for sexual bliss.

  Grace’s heart ached. For a moment, her breath halted in her lungs as she imagined what it would be like when she finally woke up from whatever fantasy her addled mind had induced. He’d be gone, and she’d be wrapped in the same desperate solitude that had been her constant companion since she’d moved here.

  “Grace? Is something wrong?” Arduine’s brows furrowed with concern.

  She shook her head, forcing a smile. She was being foolish. This man -- this Elf -- was offering her exactly what she’d been missing. Human contact, companionship, and so much more.

  Without another moment’s hesitation, she sank down on his cock.

  They both gasped when her pussy enveloped his rod. Grace reached out for him, leaning forward so her breasts pressed against his chest. He clamped his palms on her ass and thrust his hips upward, impaling her on his solid length.

  “Oh, God,” Grace murmured. “That feels so good. You feel so good.”

  She laced her fingers in his hair and brought her lips down to his. Their tongues met with sudden, needy fervor. Arduine thrust inside her, the rhythm of his tongue plundering her mouth matching the rhythm of his rod filling her tight, eager channel.

  Oh, yes! Yes!

  This was what she needed, what she’d been aching for since she’d left home. In his arms, there was no more loneliness, no emptiness in her soul that begged to be filled. He satiated every need that had gripped her in the past six weeks.

  No, that wasn’t right. She’d been alone her entire life. She just hadn’t known what she’d been missing until this moment.

  Arduine broke the kiss. He fucked her with slow, sensual strokes that seemed to go on forever, driving her to the brink of blissful madness.

  “Grace.” He whispered her name with reverence as his cock dove deeper inside her, reaching the furthest recesses of her cunt…

  … of her heart.

  Their gazes locked. His hips flew upward with every stroke, his pubic bone stroking her clit as he moved inside her. She sunk her nails into his scalp, fisting her hands in his hair, yet he didn’t as much as flinch. He just kept staring into her eyes with an intensity that left her flustered and aroused beyond belief.

  A shiver tore through her body. Fire burned her nerve-endings, culminating in the intense heat blazing in her cunt.

  “I need you,” Arduine murmured. “I came for you.”

  Grace’s thoughts reeled. She struggled to make sense of his words, but the blissful sensations spiraling through her body made it hard to concentrate on anything beyond what his massive cock was doing to her. In her.

  “You can’t be real,” Grace whispered, even as her inner muscles clenched around him and told her otherwise. Every inch of his solid flesh was as real as everything else in her home, but whatever shreds of reason she still clung to made it difficult for her to believe.

  Arduine continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “Now I want you to come for me.”

  He withdrew from her cunt completely, then slammed into her roughly, again and again. She clung to him desperately, every muscle in her body taut with the impending release that fluttered through her core.

  When her orgasm finally exploded, Grace’s scream filled the air. Arduine’s voice joined hers as his seed flooded her channel. Together, their bodies shook with the strength of climax. Sweat slicked their skin as they writhed against each other, his firm muscles sliding along her soft curves.

  Throughout it all, his grip on her ass never wavered. Grace trembled, collapsing against him. She clung to his chest, keeping her eyes closed. If she opened them, even for a moment, she feared he’d disappear and she’d once again be alone on her couch, fully clothed and watching mere images of this man on her TV screen.

  “You were right, Grace,” Arduine said. His husky voice slid down her spine, making her shiver.

  She squeezed her thigh muscles around his legs, holding him captive between them. That way she’d know the exact moment she woke up from this blissful dream.

  “About what?”

  “About myths and legends. They’re real. We’re real. Just not in the way everyone thinks we are.”

  Grace’s heart slammed against her chest wall. Her eyelids fluttered open, yet Arduine was still there, as gloriously naked and sinfully sexy as ever.

  “What are you saying?
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  He reached out and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “You’ve found what you came here for. Elves are real, but the humans who wrote the Christmas fairy tales needed something non-threatening to cling to, so they depicted us as three feet tall and huddled around a jolly old man.”

  “You’re not three feet tall.” She ducked her head as soon as the words were out of her mouth, feeling foolish.

  Arduine chuckled. “And we’re not Santa’s helpers, either, but that doesn’t mean we don’t exist.” He waved a hand over his head toward the dark television screen. “We’ve had to adapt over the centuries. Like you, our kind suffers from bouts of loneliness. Our existence is shrouded in secrecy and solitude. The DVD you held in your hand is a portal to our world. As you flicked it on, I could watch you --” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “-- watching me. And I knew, Grace. I knew you were the one I’ve been waiting for my entire life.”

  Grace was speechless. She stared at him, unable to think of a witty retort. Finally, she had proof that she wasn’t simply the eccentric lunatic everyone in her family took her for.

  And she had Arduine. He was hers tonight, and she now knew he wasn’t going anywhere. After a long, harsh winter, things were finally looking up.

  She snuggled closer to him, feeling his body heat seep into her. His heartbeat thumped softly as she pressed her ear to his chest.

  A thought struck with lightning-speed. Grace’s head shot up. “Oh, fuck.”

  Arduine narrowed his brilliant blue eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  “It just occurred to me that Jeannie gave me the best gift a girl could ever hope for.” She smiled and slid her fingertips along his full lower lip. He opened his mouth and playfully nibbled at her outstretched fingers. “She gave me you.”

  “And what did you send her?”

  Grace groaned, collapsing against him. “A toaster.”

  * * *

  Strong masculine arms wrapped around Jeannie Mahoney’s waist. She sighed and leaned against the powerful muscles of his chest, her gaze never leaving the images playing across the shiny metal surface of her new toaster.

  “You think they’ll live happily ever after?” she asked, sliding her palms over the arms that held her tightly.

  Baraine nuzzled the side of her neck and nibbled lightly at her earlobe. “My brother will take good care of Grace, sweetheart.”

  Jeannie cast him a look over her shoulder. His slanted eyes crinkled at the corners, and his full lips curved upward in a genuine smile.

  “I know,” she said. “I didn’t doubt you for a minute.”

  The snap of the toaster spitting out a browned piece of bread jarred her, and she returned her gaze to the small appliance. Where a moment ago there’d been images of her sister lying in Arduine’s arms, now there was only her own warped reflection staring back at her.

  “What is it they say in your world?” Baraine mused, sliding his hand down the slope of her belly to reach the curls between her legs. “Every time a toaster dings, an Elf gets his mate.”

  Jeannie giggled, her fingers twining with his as he delved into her cream-covered slit. “Something like that,” she agreed.

  Lacey Savage

  Lacey Savage began her love affair with romance at an early age. In high school, she checked out steamy romance novels from the public library and would often be found reading them in the middle of class. Lacey still reads more than she cares to admit, and probably more than her husband would like, considering how many books she keeps bringing into the house. Her favorite genres have always been erotica, romance, fantasy, science fiction and mystery, so she tries to incorporate a little of each into her writing. She initially majored in Marketing, then went back to school to major in English Literature. After earning her degrees, she decided to turn her efforts to her true passion: writing. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat. You can learn more about Lacey by visiting her website at http://www.laceysavage.com, and can reach her at [email protected].