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  Her objection trailed off into a hungry moan and I chuckled. “We can. We will. You are my mate, human, and I am yours.”

  She squirmed under me, helpless, her arousal filling the air. But that didn’t stop her protests. “I don’t even know your name.”

  An easy objection to overcome. “I am Dhannar of the reilendeer. Here to bring cheer to this world.”

  “God knows we could use some,” she muttered, squirming again. My cock hardened as she moved under me. This time it wasn’t an attempt to escape. No, she was pushing herself up against me, eager for my touch.

  “I’m Megan,” she whispered, and I repeated the name eagerly. Megan. Simple but beautiful on my tongue, as delightful as the human herself. I trailed my hand up her arm, nails digging in just enough to make her shiver and gasp.

  Reaching the first ribbon, I pulled at it and the bow came undone, releasing the wrapping around Megan’s upper arm. She trembled and bit her lip, breathing faster as I peeled back her clothing.

  Another ribbon came away, and another, each allowing me to explore a little more of my mate’s body. Waiting like this was a frustrating experience and I had to fight the urge to tear the wrapping away in one go.

  But no. I would savor this moment, enjoy unwrapping her, and make certain she enjoyed it too. Not that there was any doubt in my mind about that: Megan bit on her lower lip and moaned as my fingers trailed across her neck, down to her breasts, baring her body inch by inch.

  I followed my fingers with my lips, kissing and licking and biting gently, finding what made her gasp for joy, what made her squirm with need. Her nipples, hard and sensitive, I teased before sucking into my mouth.

  She cried out and for a moment I feared I’d hurt her. No. Her back arched and her hands rose to clutch at me, holding my head to her. So responsive, so beautifully eager for my touch.

  At last, I reached her waist. Pink ribbon circled it like a belt, and I undid the knot. Megan moaned something wordless, a tremor running through her body as I bared her pussy and took a deep breath.

  Her arousal called to me, pulled me in, and I didn’t resist. I’d spent too long fighting my need for her, and I wouldn’t wait another second.

  Lowering my face between Megan’s legs, I buried my tongue in her sweet, wet folds, and tasted her.

  5

  Megan

  God damn he felt good. Unlike anything I’d ever dreamed of. His tongue danced across me, and if he hadn’t held me down by the hips, I might have hurt myself as I thrashed in ecstasy. But Dhannar’s powerful hands kept me pinned as he kissed and licked, spreading my pussy and sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

  The heat of his body warmed me, and I arched up against him, heat building in my core. An aching need that only Dhannar could answer — and he would.

  As much as I’d hated the Christmas gift outfit, when he unwrapped me, I saw the benefit. His hands, his lips, every touch was wonderful. Perfect. Magical. I thought nothing could be better than that until he buried his face between my legs.

  I whimpered something, I’m not sure what. If it was a protest, he doesn’t listen — and thank god for that. If Dhannar stopped now, I’d kill him myself.

  The rational part of my brain objected: I didn’t know him; I didn’t know what he wanted. For all I knew he was worse than the invaders. The rest of me shouted those warnings down. I needed this, I deserved it, and whatever it led to, I’d deal with it.

  No way was I going to ask Dhannar to stop. Nuh uh. Nope.

  With a hungry, eager growl, he lapped at me. The rough texture of his tongue, strange and alien, sent my body into overdrive. I arched, pressing myself against him and crying out when he lapped at my clit. The pleasure was indescribable, overwhelming, incredible.

  I’d never experienced anything like this, and I shook with pleasure as he cast aside the rest of my outfit. Pushing my legs apart, he licked and kissed and nuzzled deeper, breathing hard. Every touch sent more pulses of sensation through me, and my heart raced as he spread me wider.

  His tongue darted between my folds, exploring and tasting and teasing. And god it was incredible. Nothing should be allowed to feel that good. It had to be illegal.

  My hands clutched at his head, sliding into his long, thick hair as the alien explored me. Pleasure built fast, each touch of his tongue bringing me closer, ever closer to an explosion of joy.

  Even so it was a surprise when it hit. I lost all control, my body shaking and writhing, hands clutching his hair and drawing him closer. Dhannar’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me to his mouth as he lapped greedily, his wonderful tongue driving me to heights I’d never experienced. The world exploded into a shower of white light, leaving nothing but Dhannar’s touch.

  Finally, the waves of pleasure passed, the world came back into focus, and my aching body relaxed. I collapsed onto my coat, panting for air and trembling all over, a massive grin on my face. Dhannar rose over me, smiling just as broadly as he watched me struggle for breath.

  He hadn’t finished with me yet.

  I don’t think I could have torn my gaze away from him if I’d tried. He shucked off his leather pants with an easy gesture, tossing them aside and standing over me naked. A gasp escaped my lips and I stared, transfixed.

  Holy crap. Definitely not human.

  His alien cock stood proud and erect, an iron-hard shaft encircled by thick ridges. Strange, enticing bulges made me wonder what it would feel like. It seemed to shine in Selene’s light, quivering as he approached. Blinking, I brought my hand up to my lips.

  It was beautiful, magnificent, and way too big. Getting that inside me would be impossible. My breath quickened at the thought, and I wanted him to prove me wrong.

  Wanted to find out how he’d manage, because the twinkle in his eyes made it clear he intended to. I wasn’t sure if the shiver that ran through me came from fear or desire. Maybe a bit of both, though somehow, I was sure Dhannar would never hurt me.

  Wherever that idea came from, I didn’t doubt it for a second. Though I’d only just met him, my trust for my rescuer ran bone deep and I knew, with an unshakeable certainty, that he’d never betray that trust.

  Pulling myself up as he stepped closer, I reached out to touch his magnificent shaft. My fingers barely circled it, and a powerful pulse ran through the ridges. This time Dhannar was the one who moaned, a shiver running through his body as I stroked his cock. The ridges rubbed against my fingers and I couldn’t help wondering how they’d feel sliding in and out of me.

  Instead, I leaned forward, bringing my lips to the shaft and wringing another groan from him. My tongue ran over his length, tasting him and enjoying the strange-but-wonderful texture.

  I’d never done anything like this. But then, I’d never been rescued by one alien from another. And I’d never felt anything like the pleasure he’d given me, either. Turnabout was fair play.

  His hands gripped my head, pulling me forward and pressing his shaft into my mouth. I moaned around him and felt an answering thrum from his cock. The vibration shocked me, thrilled me, and made me wonder even more about what it would be like inside my pussy.

  I bobbed my head down, taking him into my mouth as far as I could. That left enough space for me to stroke his shaft, my hands moving faster and faster as he grew harder.

  There was something immensely powerful about the way he gripped my head, the way he shook and called out my name. That I brought this man, this amazingly hot man, to the edge of losing control. He thrust into my mouth, swelling and filling it, surprising me with how much of him I managed to take.

  With a mighty roar he came, exploding in my mouth. Load after thick load emptied into me, and I swallowed as much as I could. Some leaked from my lips, too much for me to hold, and I pulled back to gasp for air and grin up at Dhannar.

  His piercing eyes met mine and he smiled, running a hand through my hair. I felt his joy as keenly as I felt my own, and watching him catch his breath I knew that, crazy as it was, I wanted m
ore. We both did.

  “Mine,” he said, his deep voice resonating inside me. His eyes flashed in the moonlight as he claimed me, and I drew a ragged breath. Like the invaders, he’d claimed me. And the way he looked at me made it clear he didn’t intend to let me go.

  But despite that possessive gaze, I didn’t feel any danger from him. The soft, gentle touch with which he stroked my hair, the tone of his voice when he spoke to me, the joyful spark in his eyes — between them I felt safe, safer than I ever had.

  That buried voice deep inside, the spoilsport, piped up again. You’re naked in the snow, an alien you don’t know is claiming you, and you feel safe?

  Yes. Shut up. I wasn’t about to let her spoil this for me. Not when I might actually have a chance to survive this.

  6

  Dhannar

  I looked down at Megan, watched a drop of my seed on her beautiful, wonderful, marvelous lips. My mate was a vision of beauty unmatched in all the worlds.

  My mate? The word came unbidden, but with my immediate lust sated, rational thought returned to me. With it came the realization that yes, this human female was my mate. The one fate had chosen me for, the perfect match. My earlier doubts vanished in the radiant storm of her beauty, and in that moment, I knew that I would do anything, anything at all for this female.

  Other thoughts intruded, less happy ones. My mission, in danger and unfinished. The aliens who’d attacked, who’d tried to hurt my Megan. For all that I wished to devote myself to her immediately, too many other obligations pulled at me.

  Cupping a handful of snow, I crouched before my mate and use it to clean her body. Megan yelped at the touch, reminding me how frail humans are. But with me there to warm her, she endured it and relaxed. Good. Devoting myself to her, I washed her, enjoying the chance to worship her beautiful body.

  If we’d had more time… but no. More scroogians would arrive soon, and we needed to be far from here when they did. I planted a slow, deliberate kiss on her lips before standing and offering her my hand.

  Was that disappointment in her eyes as she accepted? I promised myself that I would make up for it at our first opportunity. My Megan would know the joy that a reilendeer mate brought, and soon.

  “We must go,” I explained. “More will come soon.”

  “Hunting me, or you?” Megan asked, looking at my crashed ship.

  “Both. Me more than you, though. The scroogians want the cargo I carry.” A dark thought rose in my mind and I frowned. “Perhaps you would be safer alone until my mission is done.”

  “Hell no.” Megan’s vehemence surprised me and pleased me. Still naked, she put her hands on her hips and glared up at me. “Look, mister, you don’t get to save me from these guys, strip me and do, uhm, that to me, and then just send me on my way. Whatever your mission is, I’m helping you with it. I owe you.”

  “You owe me nothing,” I said, though I couldn’t help smiling. My mate’s fierce pride pleased me, even if the idea of her owing me anything was nonsense. I’d do anything for the female I loved and count myself lucky to be able to help her. “If you wish to stay, though, I will not argue with you. Your presence brightens my life, and your help is welcome.”

  “Damn straight I’m staying,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face. “So what’s this mission and why’s it so important?”

  “I will explain as we work,” I told her. “First, you had best dress before the cold sets in.”

  It was as though my words reminded Megan that she was naked. Looking down, she blushed and gasped and took a quick step back, snow crunching underfoot.

  “What…” she started, trailed off, then tried again. “How am I not freezing?”

  My chuckle made her flush bright red, and she grabbed her clothes to cover herself.

  “I protect you from the cold,” I said. “It will not last forever, not until we complete our mating, but it offers some shelter from the snow.”

  Watching her squirm into her clothes was a delightful distraction, though the top would no longer close fully. She stamped her feet into her boots and looked at me again, a thoughtful frown on her face.

  “You mean your, uh…” she trailed off, cheeks bright red, and coughed. “It’s really warming me?”

  “Yes. My seed will keep you from freezing, beloved.”

  She muttered something I couldn’t understand under her breath and shook her head. But she didn’t complain as snow started to fall around us without bothering her.

  I dressed too, pulling on my pants and making my way back to the remains of my spaceship. Beyond repair, good only for scrap, it had nonetheless gotten me down in one piece. I patted the hull, whispering a prayer for the dead. If ships have souls, this one deserved a happy resting place.

  The cargo hatch didn’t respond to my commands, staying sealed and silent. Grabbing one of the scroogian’s blasters, I tried it as a cutting tool. No good: the beam glanced off the ship’s polarized hull, melting snow but otherwise doing nothing.

  Megan walked over to stand beside me, looking at the hatch. She’d retrieved a pry bar from her vehicle and forced it under the hatch, throwing all her weight against it. After a moment I joined her, heaving against the steel bar.

  With a creak, the hatch began to move. I braced myself and pushed harder, and something snapped inside the ship. The hatch crashed down, narrowly missing us, and a warm glow filled the air.

  Megan gasped, frowned, then drew a deep, slow breath. “Smells like… nutmeg? Cinnamon?”

  She shook her head and tried again. “Pine needles? What the hell are you carting around the galaxy?”

  “Christmas,” I said, pulling myself into the small cargo space. A glow filled the air inside, and I winced at the sight of the damage. Most of the packages had broken in the crash, and golden flakes spilled from them. Warm, homely scents swirled around me.

  Megan snorted and shook her head as she looked inside. “You brought presents? All the way from Earth?”

  “Santa can’t make all the deliveries himself,” I explained. “Too many people, even for him. These days we split up to cover all the human colonies, and I got assigned Faraway.”

  She blinked and I grinned. Extending a hand to her, I pulled her up into the hold. Confusion spread across her face, along with annoyance, and I realized she thought I was mocking her. “You’re seriously telling me Santa’s real, and you work for him?”

  “Yes,” I said, keeping my answer plain and simple. “Santa, Earth’s North Pole, the reindeer, it’s true. Oh, the details aren’t — there aren’t any elves, and he has a colony of reilendeer like me to help him. And of course, he doesn’t leave every child a personal present, that wouldn’t be practical. No, what he does is more important. He spreads good cheer, good wishes, happiness. That’s my mission.”

  A dubious, suspicious look showed that I hadn’t convinced Megan, but she didn’t argue. Good. We didn’t have time for a debate.

  “So… when the scroogians said they were here for Christmas, they meant they’re here to steal this?” She rested a hand on the nearest container, and distant sounds of bells filled the air. I couldn’t keep the smile from my face — the sleigh bells reminded me of my distant brothers, giving me a warm feeling of belonging.

  This was what I missed about being on Earth. Out alone in the depths of space, far from my fellow reilendeer, I’d had no one. But now, holding Megan’s hand in mine, I knew that coming out here had been the right thing to do. Not just a grim necessity, but fate pulling me towards the one person in all the universe whose life I’d make complete.

  Megan squeezed my hand, bringing me back to myself. Too much exposure to Christmas in its concentrated form would distract us, perhaps fatally. I did my best to focus on the present.

  “Yes, they’re after the Christmas cheer I carry,” I answered Megan’s question. “They are psychic vampires, feeding on misery and suffering. If the cheer isn’t delivered in time for Christmas it will sour, turn bad, and the scroogians will force it o
n your people then. That will give them their feast.”

  Megan winced at that thought and then shook her head. “That’s horrible, if it’s true.”

  “It is true,” I told her. “But the joy of Christmas would force them away. They cannot stand against it. If we can make the delivery, they will have no more to gain from Nicholasville.”

  She made no effort to hide her doubts, but I saw her thinking the situation through. Chewing on her lip, she looked out across the snow.

  “I’m not sure I believe any of this,” she said eventually. “But it’s the only plan I’ve heard that actually does something to help the colony. I’m in. Let’s get that stuff the hell out of here. We can fit it in the back of the rover.”

  I peered dubiously out of the hold, looking at the crimson vehicle. It wouldn’t be a subtle escape, or a fast one. On the other hand, I didn’t have the first idea where to go next. At least a local vehicle would have navigation tools.

  “Get it started up,” I told her, making my choice. “I’ll salvage the unbroken packages.”

  Megan didn’t argue, jumping back down and hurrying through the thickening snow. I watched her go for a second, enjoying the view. As she passed the fallen scroogians she bent and took a blaster pistol from one of them.

  Good. I hoped she’d never need to fight, but if she did, better that she was armed. Smiling, I turned back to examine the containers.

  It could have been worse. Two of them were intact, red casing undamaged and binding ribbons still tied tight around them. That would be enough cheer for a small colony. Santa always gave us far more than we needed, just in case.

  Abandoning the damaged packages, I carried the intact pair over to Megan’s rover and strapped them into the rear seats as securely as possible.

  “What about the rest?” Megan asked, powering up the vehicle and looking at the displays unhappily. “Won’t the scroogians find it here?”