Peppermint Whiskey? Hell, reindeer, keep up this niceness and I may have to take ya back home with us.”I lean close to him and whisper loudly, “You've already got a reindeer. You couldn't handle two of us.”He pours himself a shot before responding.“Ha! You obviously didn't know my rep in the North Pole before Randy or you'd never make such a ludicrous statement.

Now that we know Dylan's gonna live,” Evan speaks up, “I think we should leave these two alone.”He and Cole help me stand, though there's nothing wrong with my legs.“Yeah, so they can practice experimenting on that connection thing I mentioned earlier,” Barry says with a chuckle. “The man's hurt,” Evan says.“What's your point?” Willy asks. “His side is hurt, not his co-”“Willy,” Randy cuts him off.“Pfft! Like they don't know what I'm talking about.

Willy looks between Randy and me for a few seconds.“Holy candy canes. You two could almost pass for brothers.”I lean against the bar.“Not quite. I'm a couple of inches shorter, and I don't have the muscle your reindeer has.”“It's the long black hair.” He points at Randy. “I have a thing for long black hair. Hot damn, two hotties like you in Santa's Village at the same time? The elves wouldn't get any work done. They'd be too busy staring and jerk-”“Enough, elf,” Randy stops him.

I lean in and place my lips against his again. This time I don't stop with a quick whisper touch. I slide my tongue across his lips until he opens for me. His hands go to my waist to pull me closer as our tongues meet. We kiss slowly, neither of us in a hurry to take it further. My dick is hard enough to pound nails, but this moment isn't about that. It's about finally, finally being with the man who's had me tied up in knots for the past year.

You're thinking that if the North Pole has little elves and shape-shifting reindeer that maybe werewolves aren't quite so farfetched. Am I right? Well, you're wrong. There's no such thing as werewolves. That would just be crazy.

But, why? You punished me, okay? You've forbidden me to," I shudder, "cum when you know my little body can only take so much of holding it in. I have a nine-inch dick, Randy. That stuff needs to come out.

How you felt?" he asks, still looking like he's trying to hide a smirk."Oh, shut up. I'm going now. I'm sorry I bothered you, your Highness of Reindeerness," I say, with more than a little sarcasm. "I promise not to ever disturb you again.