6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Nick

Six Days Until Christmas Eve

Something was off. Whether it was my Santa magic or because I was hyper-tuned into my new mate, but I knew the moment he walked off the floor. He wasn’t going out for a cocoa break or anything like that. He was… struggling… needy…

Bertram burst through my office door. “Percy’s heading back to his room. His friend requested a heat care package be sent to his room, and they’ve arranged for him to be out of work for the next three days.”

I stroked my beard. Heat. The need I was feeling from him finally made sense. Perhaps the timing could be better, but I wouldn’t complain. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the week before Christmas. Or any other time, for that matter.

My mate needed me, and sitting here wasn’t doing either of us any good. I tossed my pen onto the parchment I was reading over and stood. I gathered my coat and put it on. “Bertram, you’re in charge. If anything comes up you can’t handle, reach out to the other Santas and initiate emergency protocol. I’ll be with Percy. I better not be disturbed unless the workshop is literally burning to the ground.”

“Understood, sir. I believe we have things well in hand, and I am familiar with the protocol. Is there anything special you want sent to his room?”

I thought that over for a moment. I’d never shared a heat with anyone before. This would be as much a first for me as it was for Percy. “Extra sheets, comfortable blankets. Water. I don’t know.”

Bertram let out a laugh, then tried to cover it with a cough. “Of course, sir. I’ll ask around discreetly to see if there is anything special Percy might need.”

“Thank you.” As his alpha, I should know what to do, and I would, next time.

I made sure my desk was secure, and I had everything I needed, then made my way toward the elf dorms. It was not normal for me to be there on a regular day, let alone just six days before Christmas. However, most elves were working hard or resting, so I wasn’t seen. Not that I’d care if I was.

As I reached his door, I second-guessed coming over here unannounced. Sure, I was his mate, but this was heat, and if he wanted to be private, this wasn’t achieving that.

I knocked gently on Percy’s door. I found that despite being confident that he was my mate, my palms were sweaty. What if he wasn’t ready for me to claim him or wasn’t sure if now was the right time? What if he was already deep enough into his heat that he wasn’t able to make a rational decision? We’d only spent an evening together talking. I hadn’t even taken my mate on a proper date or courted him with gifts. I had so many plans for wooing him, and now? Now here I was, knocking on his door and offering him sex.

“Leave it at the door.” Percy’s voice barely sounded like his.

“It’s Nick. May I come in?”

Fifteen seconds later—the longest fifteen seconds of my life—the door opened, and the scent of his heat slammed into me.

“I came because… I think this is my fault.”

That had him stepping out of the way for me to come in. He shut the door quickly behind me and went to the couch, where he placed a pillow over his erection. Poor guy was already suffering, and if I didn’t scent his heat down the hallway, it was still very early on.

“What do you mean, it’s your fault?” He didn’t meet my eyes.

“I’m your mate.”

His head snapped up and his mouth formed a perfect O. The things I wanted to do to him and with him and for him.

“You sure?”

“You found the toy, right?”

This time his jaw dropped, and it was all I could do not to laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes. I sensed my mate was near and put a little magic into the toy so only my true mate would find it. Did you like it?”

His eyes went wide.

“It’s a pretty good replica, if you ask me,” I said.

“It’s… it’s you?”

“Yes. Do you like that?”

“It’s so big, and I didn’t know what to do with it, but no one else could have it. It was mine.” He buried his face in his hands. “Is that messed up?”

“No, mate, it’s not.” I inhaled deeply again. His scent was getting stronger. The time for rational conversation was quickly coming to an end. We had decisions to make. “I don’t want to rush you, but we are running low on time. Did you want me to stay with you or do you want me to go and we’ll—”

“No!” He bounded out of his seat and came barreling toward me. “Don’t leave.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I need you. Please.”

I hugged him to me. “Of course, mate. I’m here for you… always.”

“I’ve… I’ve never done this… not the heat but been with someone. I was waiting for you. I didn’t know it, but I was.” He brushed his lips against my cheek tentatively, as if testing the waters.

“I’ll take good care of you.” I pulled back enough to kiss him properly. He didn’t hold back, and when our lips broke apart, we were both panting.

“Can you get me some things? I hate to ask, but…”

“Absolutely. Anything for you.” The thought of leaving him hurt, but if he was asking, there was no denying him. He grabbed a paper off the kitchen counter, gave me his keys, and asked me to hurry. As if there were any chance of me dawdling.

I wasn’t sure what I expected on a heat list from an omega, but it wasn’t this. Every single item listed was a sweet. Did my mate have a sweet tooth that rivaled my own? I rushed to the bakery where all the holiday goodies were made. Unsure how much to get of any one item, I got a dozen of each.

When I got back to the apartment, the scent was thick, his need heavy. It had changed so much since I left, and I felt guilty for not moving faster than I had.

“I’m back.”

“Nick! I’m in the bedroom.”

Unsure what to do with the items, I brought them with me into his room.

Percy lay splayed out on the bed, his once pale skin now flushed with a rosy hue. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, and a thin sheen of sweat coated his body, making him glisten in the soft light of the room. His eyes were dark and glazed over with heat-filled need.

Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to pounce at any moment. My dick had never been this hard. The surrounding air crackled with raw energy and desire, pulling me toward him like a magnet. But I needed to remember that this was my mate’s first time. It wasn’t just about our desire, it was so much more.

“Nick...” he panted, reaching for me with trembling fingers. “I... I don’t know what’s happening to me. My body feels like it’s on fire… It’s never been like this before.”

I set the bag on the dresser and stepped forward, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of him. His body was writhing with need, aching and vulnerable in a way I had never seen before. The heat between us was palpable, drawing me closer and closer until I could almost feel it burning through my skin. This was going to be a heat we’d never forget.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, my hand moved in gentle strokes down his quivering flank.

“I got everything on your list.”

“You. I only need you.”

The warmth of his skin radiated through my fingers as I whispered, “You’ve got me, love. You’ve got me.” His body trembled beneath my touch, but I could feel the tension slowly dissipating as he leaned into my hand, seeking my touch.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Percy whimpered and arched into my touch, desperate for more contact. His hard, aching cock strained against the thin fabric of his satiny underwear, begging to be released. The temptation to tear them off and take him right then and there was overwhelming. But I resisted, wanting to make our first time special. I planned to worship every inch of his virgin body with the attention it deserved. I traced my fingertips along the defined ridges of his abs, down to the trail of soft hair leading to his cock.

My lips followed their path, placing delicate kisses along the path, savoring the taste of him. With each touch and caress, Percy’s moans grew louder and more urgent.

Carefully, I peeled his underwear down his legs and tossed it aside. Percy shivered as the cool air hit his overheated skin. His engorged cock stood proudly at attention, the rosy tip already beaded with pre-cum. He was so ready for me.

“P-please...” Percy begged, spreading his thighs further apart. An open invitation. My mouth watered at the sexy sight.

Settling between his legs, I locked eyes with him as I lowered my head. He needed to come.

Percy’s breath hitched when my lips glided over his sensitive tip, teasing the slit with the barest flick of my tongue.

I took him into my mouth, enveloping him as fully as I could. The soft caresses of my tongue and lips danced over his skin, sending shivers down his spine as he lost himself in the sensation. He was so responsive. Every nerve in my body was alive. I knew the heat would be intense, but this surpassed all expectations. I relished the taste and feel of him on my tongue.

Percy cried out, hands fisting in the sheets.

I set a steady rhythm, working him with long, languid strokes. Each touch of my lips and tongue eased a gasp or moan of pure pleasure from Percy’s lips. The way he enthusiastically bucked his hips to meet each bob of my head nearly had me coming in my pants.

His body arched in desperation as he chased his release, his fingers clutching at the sheets in a powerful grip. I savored every sound and every movement he made, lost in the sensation of it all.

He needed a release, and then, it was time to move us to some place more private. My mate would spend the rest of his heat in my bed with me.

I swirled my tongue around his swollen shaft and sucked in, hollowing my cheeks on the way back up his length. Percy’s thighs trembled, his movements becoming frantic and uncoordinated as he neared his climax. He was so close.

With a final, powerful suck, Percy came. His back arched off the mattress as his cum shot down my throat. I eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

Once our bodies had cooled and our breaths steadied, I gathered Percy into my arms. He nuzzled into my chest with a contented sigh, spent and sated for the moment. But I knew this was only the beginning. There would be many more rounds ahead of us.

“That was...” His eyes fluttered shut.

“It was that and so much more.” I kissed his forehead. “Let me get you dressed and to my place. I want you all to myself.”

“Yes, Santa. Take me home.”