Satan's Gift

by Everly Taylor

  The blonde stared at me dumbfounded, as if shocked I would even speak up among them, the arrogant asshole. And sexy looking elf guy with the man bun simply watched me curiously from beneath his glasses as if I were some sort of science project to be dissected.

  “Okay, well if you three are done being weird asses, want to tell me why Luka couldn’t ask for my help?”

  “Luka is it?” blue eyes twinkled at me in mockery before turning to Luka.

  “Oh, shut it, Nick,” Luka grimaced at him.

  “Wait, Nick?” I asked, finally connecting the dots. “As in The Nick? You know, Ho, Ho, Ho and all that jazz? You’re actually real?” It wasn’t such a far leap to believe Santa truly existed after everything tonight. Hell, I had already accepted the Devil was actually a real being and he walked around acting just like a normal person. For fucks sake, I had kissed the guy.

  “I don’t Ho, Ho, Ho and all that jazz,” he replied sarcastically, waving his hands in the air.

  “You kind of just did,” I smirked.

  “Are you twelve?” He asked, disgusted.

  “Oh, Santa’s salty,” I laughed. The elf let out a snigger and ducked his head into his arm, making a poor attempt to cover it with a cough. Nick let out his breath in a huff and rolled his eyes.

  “All of this is beside the point. We have more pressing things to deal with at the moment, like why a little girl’s toy is currently yielding a butcher’s knife?” He pointed to the little red head doll, still frozen next to the couch, her arm raised above her head, said knife glinting in the twinkle of the lights from the tree. Yeah, everything about that screamed super creepy.

  I held my free hand up, and shook my head, “I had nothing to do with that one, Santa.”

  “Way to throw me under the bus, Holly.” Luka scrunched his nose at me.

  “You’ll live. And I did tell you, just a doll. Not a possessed thing that chases down the innocent to cut them into chum for the sharks if they refuse to play.”

  “Why did you not listen to that one?” The elf asked reasonably.

  “A talking doll is more fun to play with than one that just sits there.” Luka shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t exactly think through making her possessed.” He looked guilty. “Lesson learned.”

  “Luka, you can’t continue this. You’re exposing humans and you’re going to get someone hurt.”

  I glanced at Luka, I thought I saw a shadow of sadness cross his face, but it was so fleeting I couldn’t be sure. Either way, I was not going to let this arrogant asshole push Luka around when he was trying. Sure, he was royally fucking up, but his heart was in the right place, and wasn’t that what Christmas was all about?

  “He’s trying Dick! That’s more than I can say for you.” I stepped forward, clenching X to my side and jabbed him in the chest with my finger. “Maybe you should think about all of the Christmases you ruined before you go judging his attempts. You know, people in glass houses and all.” I was fuming, I spun back around and grabbed Luka’s hand. “Get us out of here,” I mumbled.

  “The name is Nick,” he called out as the portal swirled just behind us and Luka pulled me close.

  “I know what your fucking name is,” I spat out. What a prick. I turned into Luka and he led me into the portal the flames closing around us, leaving a sputtering Nick behind.

  Chapter Eleven

  Holly

  We exited on a white beach, the sound of waves lapping against the shore reached us, a gentle lull in the night. Underneath us, the soft sand shifted as we stepped forward making me tighten my grip in his hand as I struggled to adjust my footing. He held me firmly and led me across the beach, closer to the water.

  The cool night breeze caressed my skin and the salty air filled my lungs as it gently blew against my hair, pulling it back from my face. I took in a deep breath and moved closer to the water letting the salty spray blow off the ocean and across my arms, dampening my pants.

  I was still pissed, the audacity of some people, finding fault in others when they needed to look in the mirror a little closer. Nick might be hot as hell to look at, but he needed an attitude adjustment.

  “Holly?” Luka asked from next to me, breaking the silence and making me realize I had been lost in thought for quite some time.

  “Yeah?”

  “Want to talk about it?” He asked quietly.

  “Not really.” I bent over and put X down on the sand, a small smile playing at my lips as he played with the oncoming waves.

  “Why did you defend me back there?” Luka asked in disbelief, looking over at me, his eyes shining under the light of the moon, reflecting the water of the ocean back at me.

  I lifted a shoulder, “I can’t stand assholes.”

  “I’m an asshole.”

  I thought for a moment, “Luka, you’re trying to help these kids out of the goodness of your heart. You’re trying to give them a good Christmas, it’s not your fault that you keep going a little above and beyond.” I grinned.

  “Not many people would accuse me of being kind, Holly. It’s probably not wise for you to think so either. I’m not a kind man.”

  “I’m not most people.” I replied simply.

  “No, you’re not,” Luka said thickly, stepping in front of me. He slipped his free hand up to my neck and pulled me close.

  He leaned forward and gently brushed his mouth over mine, teasing and taunting me at the same time. The contrast between his gentleness and his warning sent heat shooting through me. His tongue traced a gentle path over my lips to the corner of my mouth, both a question and an invitation and my body responded instantly.

  “Luka,” I managed before delving in on my own, letting my tongue roam across his lips. His taste was dark and rich, one I didn’t want to ever stop sampling. I nipped his bottom lip, wanting him to see how much I craved him. Suddenly he changed the angle of the kiss and it became rough and demanding.

  He ran his hand into my hair and fisted it at the base of my head, pulling tight and forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his demands. His mouth crushed against mine, sending chills of excitement coursing through me and heat pooling at my center. Luka nipped my bottom lip as I had his, and on my sharp intake of breath he slid his tongue between my lips, demanding a taste of his own.

  I clutched at his shirt front, and pressed myself against the length of him. The level of his excitement strained against his pants and only made me hotter and more wanton. He spun me around to face the water, my back pressed against him. “I’m not a nice man, Holly,” he said roughly against my ear, before drawing it into his mouth, scraping his teeth along my earlobe as he drew back. He pulled my head to the side and ran hot kisses down my neck to my shoulder before gently biting it and moving back to the curve of my neck.

  “I’m not looking for nice, Luka.” I reached behind me and grabbed his hand, placing it over my breast. He squeezed hard, pinching my nipples through my thin night shirt, making them pebble.

  “I might hurt you,” he warned darkly. “I’ll probably hurt you.”

  “I don’t break easily,” I dared and a small growl escaped him.

  He gathered my hands together and pulled my arms above my head. Shifting my arms to one hand he gripped my wrists tight and held them in place, keeping me from moving. His free hand roamed down the outside of my arm, barely tracing the edge of my nipple, before traveling across the plane of my stomach, making me quiver in anticipation.

  He moved his hand lower, dancing his fingers along the line of my pants, his fingertips running just underneath the band. My back arched against him as I strained to have him touch me more. My body was on fire and I needed him to give me some sort of release.

  Finally, he slid his hand beneath the thin barrier, and ran a finger down my center making me shudder out a breath. In one quick motion he had his finger inside me, sliding in and out in relentless succession making the pressure build within me quicker than I had ever experienced before. He added another finger, stretching me as he cu
rled them inside me to reach my g-spot, my stomach now quivering as my orgasm built.

  Without warning he stopped and scooped me off my feet, as I let out a cry of protest. He covered my mouth with his own ending any argument I could have made and deposited me next to a wooden lifeguard tower.

  He spun me around and made me bend over slightly to place my hands on the wooden supports, “Don’t let go, Holly,” he ordered, his voice thick with lust. Luka skimmed his hand down my back and over my ass. “I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy and you’re going to have my name on your lips when you come.”

  His words sent chills racing over my skin in excitement. I wanted him to take me, just like this. The thrill of getting caught right out here in the open only made it that much more exhilarating.

  Slowly he pulled my pants down over my hips, letting them bunch at my feet. Drawing it out almost as if a dare for me to defy him. This was turning me on as much as it was him, I wasn’t about to tell him no. I heard him undo his belt and discard his own pants right before his hard dick pressed against my ass. By the feel of that thing, the Devil was definitely well endowed.

  I wanted to feel him in my hands so I reached back to stroke his dick. To feel his hard cock before he filled me. I sucked in a breath as he slapped my ass, the sharp sound echoing down the beach. “I told you to not let go,” he growled as he rubbed his hand over my ass, to soothe away the sting.

  I had never been so turned on before, I wanted him inside me more than anything at this moment. He bent me over further, exposing me to him as he ran the tip of his cock over my pussy, teasing me as he barely entered me before pulling back out. I rocked back on my heels, silently pleading with him to fuck me already.

  With one slick move he slid into me, his hips pressing against my ass as he fully filled me. His fingers tightened on my waist, “For fucks sake Holly, your tighter than I imagined.” He said roughly, the struggle for control clear in his voice. I felt his dick twitch inside me. He stilled for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size before he languidly pulled out and then thrust back in, hard and fast, making me cry out.

  The wooden rails of the tower bit into my fingers, but I didn’t give a shit. He ran a hand up and fisted it in my hair, pulling back slightly and making me arch my back, somehow taking him even deeper than before. I let out a deep guttural moan, my orgasm was building strong and fast and I was about to lose it. Again and again Luka drove himself deep inside me, pleasure shooting through me each time he thrust against me.

  Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore he slapped my ass, the sting both turning me on and prolonging my orgasm at the same time. Luka rode me harder and faster, slamming into me like an out of control beast. I pressed back into him, wanting to take everything he was willing to give. His dick jerked and his fingers tightened on my hip, I knew he was about to finish along with me.

  With one final thrust from him we went crashing over the edge, his heat filling me as my orgasm wracked through my body. I sagged forward, his dick still inside me and my knees trembled. I could feel him take a deep breath behind me and let out a shudder as his grip loosened on my hair and my hip.

  He slowly slid out of me, and even that sent a whole new course of tremors coursing through me. I bent forward and laid my head on my arm. What the literal fuck was that? It was no wonder he was the Devil if he could fuck like that. Damn.

  “I’m sorry,” he said cautiously from behind me.

  I took a moment and pulled up my pants before turning to face him. “You are?” I asked confused, he had seemed to enjoy what had just happened as much as I had.

  “Yes, I’m sorry,” he repeated. “When you’re ready to go home, I’ll take you,” Luka said quietly.

  I studied him for a moment, I wasn’t expecting undying vows of love from him or anything, but to toss me aside like a flea when he was finished? Hell no. That was cold, and really unexpected from the person I had seen so far. “Luka, why are you sorry?”

  He looked at me regretfully, “I’m sorry I hurt you. I warned you I would.”

  “Are you shitting me right now? Do I look hurt to you?” I asked, my hands on my hips, my anger beginning to rise.

  Luka looked me over, “Not really.”

  “Are you sorry this happened?” I asked, needing to know.

  “Fuck no, I’m not sorry about that. I just didn’t want to be so rough with you. I couldn’t control myself, Holly.”

  “Luka, I’m stronger than I look. I loved that you lost control like that, it turned me on so fucking much.” I told him honestly, watching as his eyes widened in surprise.

  “Really?” He asked, disbelief clear on his face.

  “Really.” I confirmed, and looked at him mischievously, “Though I am upset about one thing.” I paused, making him sweat it out, “Next time I get to touch your dick.” I said seriously.

  “Brat,” he replied, laughing as he scooped me up and spun me around before ending it in a hot kiss. “Want to help me deliver some more presents?”

  “Will it piss Santa off?” I asked.

  “Definitely,” he grinned.

  “I’m in,” I agreed, chuckling with him.

  “That’s my girl,” he took my hand and we headed down the beach, calling for X. Time to make our next attempt at making a Christmas wish come true.

  Chapter Twelve

  Nick

  “We have to figure out how to put an end to these games of his, Bernard.” I paced the workroom, the smell of sawdust and the faint scent of the reindeer brought me much needed comfort tonight. I needed to figure out how I could stop Luka, enough was enough.

  Bernard leaned against the side of the sleigh in the middle of the cavernous room, its bright red surface glinting under the shop lights. He watched me pace, his arms crossed on his chest. “Who knows, maybe with her help he’ll be able to figure it out,” he shrugged. “She did seem to agree with us that the little butcher baby wasn’t exactly the best gift for a little girl. Nick, you’re on a tight schedule right now and don’t really have time to be dealing with this tonight. Let them take care of a few letters, what’s it going to hurt?” He reasoned.

  I could feel my face flush and struggled to calm down. What would it hurt? Was he serious? Luka had almost destroyed one boy’s home, and sliced another girl to pieces with his poor choices, he had been lucky we showed up.

  I paced over to the reindeer and stroked his side, the gentle tinkle of bells as he leaned into me made me smile a little. “I can’t let him ruin Christmas for those kids,” I insisted, shaking my head.

  He shifted on his feet, crossing them at the ankles, “If you don’t ignore it for now, you will be the reason Christmas is ruined. And not just for the kids in those letters, but for the millions of others counting on you.”

  I let out a frustrated breath, Bernard was right. I didn’t have the time to deal with this at the moment. I would have to take the next step when we received the alert that he had caused yet another Christmas disaster.

  Thankfully the North Pole had developed a way of monitoring levels of Christmas cheer and the potential for a happy vs. an unhappy Christmas morning. It was all very technical and I wasn’t exactly sure how the machines harnessed the Christmas magic. All I knew was that I was grateful Bernard had perfected it the last few hundred years as it was really coming in handy now.

  Tonight, when there had been a drastic drop in the readings, we were able to pin-point Luka’s location and show up to fix his mistake. I knew it was only a matter of time until it happened again. When it did, I would insist he stopped playing these games with the human woman, and let me give these kids a proper Christmas.

  Blasted Devil and his out of control lust. I was sure there was nothing more behind his infatuation with her other than that. Why else would he bring her along on this little charade of his?

  I thought about the woman for a minute, the way her face lit up when she laughed, or her conviction when she was scolding me. She was stunning that was for
sure, then again, most women that Luka entertained were. There was just something about her though, something different beyond her looks that I couldn’t figure out.

  Perhaps it was the way she refused to take any crap from anyone. Even given the fact she found herself in a room with three mythical beings, not knowing what any of us were capable of and she still didn’t back down. I smirked a little, maybe it was her sass and snark. She certainly gave back as good as she got, there was no doubt about that.

  My smirk spread to a grin, I’d be happy to give that naughty little mouth a thing or two. Show her what Santa-

  “Thinking about her again, huh?” Bernard asked, thankfully ending my train of thought. I did not need to go down that path.

  “Whatever, let’s get going.” I muttered as I stomped toward the sleigh.

  “She is sexy,” he grinned at me, straightening as I approached.

  “Didn’t notice,” I replied flatly.

  “Sure you didn’t, maybe you can tell that to your boner,” he laughed as he spun around and swung into the sleigh.

  “Maybe I was thinking about something else,” I tried hopefully. I knew there was no hiding my thoughts from Bernard though. I swear sometimes that elf knew me better than I knew myself.

  “Considering we’re in a warehouse full of children’s toys, that’s pretty doubtful.” He paused for a moment turning to face me in his seat. “Unless you need some serious help, and in that case, I can go get you Nick’s doll,” he chuckled at his own humor.

  “Okay, yes, she’s attractive. You would have to be blind not to see it.” I admitted begrudgingly. “I just don’t understand why I can’t stop thinking about her at the most inopportune of moments.”

  “Could it be because she called you on your shit?” He cocked his head at me.

  “What do you mean by that?” I furrowed my brow at him.

  “Nick, you don’t seriously think you have never ruined a single Christmas in all of these centuries?”