Page 11 of Naughty Elf: Merry

I thought maybe taking the short walk to the house, being surrounded by fresh air, would help clear my mind. It did not. His delicious scent, all peppermint mocha, enveloped me and refused to let go. And now we were back in my house, in the enclosed space, and all my ability to think was gone.

After pulling out outfit after outfit, I ended up finding a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for him. I also grabbed a sweatshirt to go over it because it was too cold to only be in short sleeves.

“I have these.” As I held them up, it was very evident that he was going to swim in them.

“Thank you.” He took them from me, his hand brushing against mine.

“I’ll be out here while you get dressed.” I bent down to grab Holly who bolted over to Merry. “And it looks like she is staying with you.” Silly cat.

I walked out of my bedroom before he could respond. It wasn’t easy. My dragon longed to stay by his side and was being pushy about it.

When Merry came back out, he was completely hidden by my clothing.

“Let me help you cuff up the pants.” I went on my knees in front of him, rolling up the cuffs of his pants so he didn’t trip.

It was a mistake. In this position, all I could think about was pulling the fabric down and taking his hard length into my mouth and sucking him until he exploded, my name falling off his lips, begging for more.

Chapter 9

Merry

This was my first experience of the human world, and I stayed close to Hernan, even clutching his arm when a group of teens raced past us, laughing and giggling and taking pics of one another.

“Do you have a problem with crowds or loud noises?” Hernan asked.

“No.” Did I? Christmas Village was filled with people, but it was rare that we were gathered in one group? “This is my first time.”

Hernan paused and stood in front of me. His reflexes were speedy, but the reindeer shifters I’d worked with possessed the same ability.

“First time for what?”

I couldn’t admit to the existence of the village and everyone in it. We were sworn to secrecy. If any of the Santas discovered I’d blabbed, I might lose my mate and go back to that earthy, muddy prison I was in, never to leave.

“Oh, you lived in an elf pack?” He nodded. “Cool. I didn’t know that about elves.”

I didn’t correct him.

“Maybe I could visit some day.”

That wasn’t happening. Ever.

“About those clothes.” I was all about changing the subject.

Hernan grinned. “Sure.” He rolled up a sleeve that was dangling so low, it had swallowed my arm. “You do look cute…” He coughed and cleared his throat.

Huh? Shifters didn’t suffer coughs and colds. Something was up with him. But he had described me as cute, so I’d take it, weird-ass cough included.

“I mean a hoot. You’re a hoot in my suit.”

Spots of pink appeared on his cheeks and down his throat. Down lower, and I strained to see the V-shaped area on his chest before his shirt blocked my view. Damn him wearing clothes.

“Except I’m not wearing a suit.”

“Here we are!” Hernan’s exaggerated smile and sing-songy voice suggested he was uncomfortable.

We were out front of a store that had men’s clothes in the window. Hats, scarves, sweaters, and pants that were nothing like my elf clothing. And none of the hats had bells.

Hernan ushered me inside, and I followed him as he raced along aisles of clothes, saying, “Nope,” “No,” “Maybe,” and “This will do.” Occasionally he put a shirt or pair of pants against me, though the pants were always too long.