Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

N oah’s heart thumped hard against his ribs as he made his way up the path to Harper’s cottage that evening. With its ivy clad walls and brightly painted emerald green door, its latticed windows and the Christmas fairy lights around the porch, it was definitely a cut above her low-ceilinged room above Sweet Clams.

A home fit for an elf, for sure.

It occurred to him that maybe Harper would stay here. Work at the Monsters of Mercy running their café. She seemed to like this place, and he was sure the residents loved her. Walking along the path with her earlier, he’d seen a few of the elderly guys’ eyes light up. One old orc had nearly steered his walker into the flower bed, he’d been so busy beaming at her.

Noah huffed a sigh. He really hoped Harper wouldn’t decide to stay on, because then he wouldn’t be able to see her when he went to buy chowder.

Catch up with her on the quay.

Look up at the light in her window at night and wish he was up there, spooned next to her in her bed, which admittedly would be too small for both of them.

He’d buy her another bed. Big enough for his selkie body to fit, if…

Getting ahead of yourself again, you daft seal.

But he guessed he had a small reason to hope now. She’d hugged him in the props room earlier, a proper hug, snuggling into him like she really wanted to be there. It had sure gotten embarrassing when his cock decided it liked her being there too.

As he’d held her close, she must have felt him hardening.

One thing Noah knew for sure: there was no hiding selkie cock. They were big fucking bastard things. Well, at least his was…

He smirked sheepishly. Maybe it was the time apart, maybe it was the relief, the joy of being with her again, but the self-control he used to be able to exercise around Harper was shot to pieces.

Gone.

So, yeah, he’d pretty much been busted with his dick sticking up like a flagpole from his Santa pants.

But… but… he’d got the impression as he’d turned and tucked in his junk that she…

Liked what she’d felt.

Because when he’d turned back, red-faced, her little tongue tip was licking her parted lips, her pupils darkening the cornflower blue of her eyes.

Nope. She couldn’t have missed his cock. And she’d happily agreed to him coming around tonight. To take in his waistband. And make a deep slit in the back of the pants for his tail to fit through.

This had to mean something more than just friends.

Noah grasped the bottle of wine tightly in his fist as he made his way up the front path. He’d often brought wine on their picnics, but now, everything felt like it had another, deeper meaning to it.

Would he fess up his love for her tonight? Or chicken out like he’d done for the last three years?

His hand shook as he curled it into a fist and knocked on the door. He’d barely withdrawn his arm before she answered.

“Hey, there,” she said, a little breathily. She looked like an angel, her hair coiling around her shoulders in golden waves. She was dressed in a low-cut purple velvet top with bell sleeves and a flowing dark green skirt.

Noah just stood and gawked. “You look… amazing. Love that outfit.”

“It’s new. I get paid a bit more here. And with the performance money from the Christmas show?—”

“We get paid?”

“Sure, didn’t you know? This place is rolling in money. Wealthy residents donate money all year round to the social club. The Christmas show gets the most coin every year.” As she walked him into the little open-plan living room, she kept chatting. “We had over thirty applications to play Santa. Three got interviewed. You weren’t even on the list, and you still got the job. They all thought you were a hottie. Particularly Toby.” She smirked as she grabbed two wine glasses off a shelf. “Word of warning. Don’t bend over when he’s around.”

“Heck, really?” Noah’s eyes widened.

Harper giggled. “He’s been known to give a good hard pinch to the gardeners’ butts—the young male ones. And he loves big species.”

Noah laughed. “As long as he doesn’t sink his fangs into me, I think I’ll cope.”

“He won’t. His fangs are false. He’s not what he used to be, poor Toby.”

“I thought vampires never aged.”

“Apparently he fell foul of a witch who put a spell on him a century ago. She cursed him with an eternally crumbling body. Gran told me he’s had four hip replacements and two knee replacements on each knee. It must be hard not being in your prime for eternity.” She shook her head. “He drinks blood out of a straw these days. Kinda sad how the mighty fall.”

“Poor guy.” Noah shook his head. Even vampires deserved pity, in some circumstances.

Harper popped the cork on the wine and poured. “Yeah, anyway, shall we get the costume fitting out of the way before we eat? I’ve got pasta marinara for later.”

“Sounds great. Sure.” He was suddenly so nervous the glass shook in his big hand.

“It’s in my bedroom,” she said, waving to another door. “Go and try it on and I’ll be there in a sec.”

Noah nodded, all his senses spiking. The room he entered was small, but it did fit a double bed. The costume laid out on it almost covered the mattress. He should get his kit off and put it on.

He’d just about done so when she entered. “All decent?” she asked.

Noah bunched the pants round his middle to stop them falling. Harper placed her glass of wine on the bedside table and her sewing kit next to it. Then she got out pins, needles, thread. He watched the proceedings, slightly alarmed.

“You could do me some serious damage with those.”

She smirked. “Good job we’re friends again.”

Before he could answer, she sank down on her knees, right in front of his crotch.

“Come here,” she ordered, a pin already between her teeth. Noah shuffled forward.

“We might need to put a dart in either side.” She was staring at his crotch, eyes narrowed.

Noah groaned silently. Her fingertips danced around the waistband, cool little flutters on his hot skin. She pleated the excess material in one hand, drew a pin out of her mouth and stuck it in. Did the same on the other side.

“Come closer. I can’t get a good grip.”

Holy fucking gods in heaven.

And then she yanked his hips forward. “Way too big. You could practically fit another selkie in here.”

Noah felt the telltale tingle in his balls, the squeezing of the skin around his cock, which could only mean one thing…

With those pretty fingers working so close to his nether regions, there was no stopping his cock from wanting to party.

He bit his lip, rolled his eyes to the ceiling and gritted his teeth, trying not to react to the feather light touch of her fingertips… until her hand brushed his zipper, and his cock lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

Holy hell demons, had she done that on purpose?

“Ooops, sorry,” she murmured huskily.

“Harper… I think you’d better give that… er, a break,” Noah gritted out. “For maybe a minute or two.”

He placed his big selkie hands on her shoulders and tried to raise her to her feet.

But she just gazed up at him out of those baby blues, all innocent—and not at all innocent, at the same time.

And stayed right there on her knees, the little witch.

He watched her hands hovering close to the zipper of his Santa pants. There was no hiding the fact his cock was now tenting the red velvet material.

She narrowed her eyes, a sudden wicked intent written all over her face.

“Maybe there’s other ways to make these fit better…” she mused, and then her fingers were very slowly unzipping his pants.

“Oh Harps—” he croaked.

That seemed enough encouragement for her hand to sneak inside those damn pants and wrap around his rock-hard rod. Noah let out a groan as his hips snapped forward.

With an answering moan, she freed his cock and gave a little gasp at the sight of it, hard and ridged, like the best Selkie cock out there, the slit already leaking pre-cum. “Oh Noah,” she sighed, then with a little hum she bent her head and ran her pink tongue along it from root to tip.

Noah’s hips snapped again, harder this time, his thighs and butt tightening as she rolled her tongue over the oozing head of his cock and then put her lips around it and gently sucked.

Somehow, he resisted the urge to splay a big hand in her hair and pull her head deeper onto him.

Somehow, the gods only knew how, he got a hold of himself.

Because… This wasn’t how he’d envisaged it between them the first time, glorious though it was.

“Harps. No. Please stop,” he growled and tugged her up.

Her eyes clouded with uncertainty as he brought her up to standing. “You don’t like it?”

“I do, more than you can imagine, but?—”

Looking suddenly stricken, she covered her face with her hands and pulled away. “Oh, I… just thought… you wanted… Oh now I’m so embarrassed.”

Noah tried to tell her that her lips on his cock felt like heaven, that this was more than he’d ever dreamed of, but the words were stuck in a hard wad inside his stupid selkie throat and only a low strangled rumble came out of his mouth.

Shit, they were about to spectacularly misunderstand each other all over again, and that could lead to another gods knew how many weeks, months, years of dancing around their feelings for each other.

Words… words just got in the way.

With a deep growl, Noah pulled her close and captured her mouth in a kiss that said everything words could not.

Harper let out a little squeak as those big selkie arms tugged her almost roughly against his body.

And then Noah bent his head and claimed her lips with his.

For a second, out of sheer surprise, she tensed, then heat flooded her core and with a moan, she slumped against him and opened to his kiss.

All the months of wanting, dreaming, hoping coalesced in the urgent pressure of his lips, the feel of his tongue tangling with hers, bringing out such an intensity of longing that all Harper could do was whimper and cling to Noah’s broad shoulders as her body turned to liquid.

“Oh Harps, babe,” he sighed against her mouth, gentling the kiss, flicking his tongue over her lips, only to plunge deeper a moment later, making her gasp, spinning her round in a vortex of pleasure. Harper felt it all, the way his hand cupped the small of her back, the other angling her head to deepen the kiss.

And in all of this, there was the heady realization that he wanted her. Just as much as she wanted him.

Not as a friend. But as a lover.

And that made her whole heart and soul light up with wonder and happiness.

Emboldened, her fingers found their way around his neck, tangling in the thick mane of his hair as she pressed against him. His tail came around her in a big strong swish and bound around her thighs, tugging her hard against the long, hard ridge of his cock.

And then he lifted her up and they fell onto the bed together.

“Oh—” Harper wheezed a laugh, almost winded. Gods he was strong.

He propped up on his elbow beside her.

“Does this make it clear we’re not just friends?” he husked out, kissing her nose.

“Hmm, not sure. Maybe I need more proof,” she giggled.

He laughed low in his throat, then planted little kisses along her jaw, down her neck, over the swell of her breast.

“How about now?” His dark eyes, heavy with lust, gazed up at her, an inch from her pebbled nipple.

“Still need more proof.”

He bent his head, pushed down her top and flicked his tongue over her nipple.

Harper’s clit pulsed in time with his movements.

By now, she was practically rutting his leg, feeling the wetness of her panties sliding against those stupid Santa pants, wishing them gone, so it was just skin against skin.

Maybe a Christmas fairy had heard her plea, because suddenly Noah sat up and ripped them off, kicking them onto the floor with a flourish. Then he straddled above her, leaning on his elbows to keep his weight off her, eyes searching her face. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve pictured this… Being here like this… with you.”

“Me too.”

As they rolled around, kissing frantically, Harper realized her new top was ruched around her waist along with her skirt. And she couldn’t care less.

She gasped between kisses, “Still feels a bit too much like friends.”

With a deep husky laugh, Noah moved down her body and nestled his head between her legs, then one big selkie hand yanked off her little scrap of panties.

Harper squealed with delight.

Hot breath on her thighs made her hips buck, trying to chase that big selkie tongue. He lapped up and down and around but not quite on her cleft until she was beside herself, writhing and begging and winding her fingers into his hair.

With another husky laugh, Noah flung her legs up, one over each of his shoulders, and sank his mouth into her core.

Harper arched, grinding her pussy shamelessly into his face as Noah made deep sexy noises in unison with her little cries.

Soon the room was filled with the sound of Noah guzzling her juices and her croons of pleasure, and Harper didn’t even care if the sounds travelled outside the confines of her cottage as she clung on for the ride of her life.

“Are you close, babe?”

“So close…”

Just as she teetered on the edge of release, Noah ground two thick digits inside her, hooking them into her, stroking her g-spot as his tongue continued the delicious assault on her clit.

Harper’s eyes rolled back in her head.

Vaguely she was aware of Noah raising his head from her pussy as his fingers thrust into her. “Come for me baby, that’s right, baby, right there, while I finger fuck you.” His deep baritone spurred her on, his dirty words so unlike the sweet, respectful Noah she knew.

But oh, how she loved this Noah…

And then he laid his tongue back on her clit and sucked it into his mouth.

Harper’s thighs clamped around his ears, and with a scream of “No—ahhhhh!” she dived into the most spectacular orgasm of her life.