Finn Noel: A Bloodwood Academy Novella
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They all cheered and filtered out, but I was stuck, a giant boulder on the floor of little feet as I stared at the mother fucker…
Wait. Did he say Mrs. Claus?
Was this some alternate universe? What the hell was going on?
This guy looked like the dude who I’d seen before, but his words and actions were nothing like the drunkard who had strapped me with this curse in the first place.
He was the storybook version of Santa complete with the rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes.
He waited until the elves had filed into the house like a well-trained mob. “You’re angry. I get it.”
“Angry? Oh, angry doesn’t even cover it. What gives, fat man?”
“Ivy, it was all a trick.” he chuckled, low and deep, the sound so pure and crisp that it didn’t at all match what he had said.
I lifted my balled fist and intended to coldcock this belly full of jelly son of a bitch right in the jingle bells when Finn’s hand landed on my bicep, stopping me in place.
“Honeybee, I understand your rage, but if anyone is going to hit him, it’s going to be me. What gives, old man?”
A smile rose on Claus’ face. “Finneus, it is good to see you, cousin. I haven’t seen you in decades.”
Finn nodded. “It looks like nothing has changed. You’re still a bastard of a trickster.”
“I always loved a good game,” he admitted, grabbing candy canes out of a bowl on one of the tables and moving to hand them out.
Howl was the only one who took one, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure he knew what was happening.
“Fine. You want an answer. I take it,” he mused sticking the end of a candy cane into his mouth. “Tell me, Ivy, what did you originally come here for?”
“To give Finn the best Christmas ever.” Given the subject, I sounded way too angry. Santa just chuckled.
“And do you think you haven’t accomplished that?”
I threw my arms in the air and let them slap against my hips in utter frustration. “Well, it’s Christmas Eve right now and I’m in the North Pole… So, yeah?”
Why was I asking him as though he knew the answer? The guy was just eating candy canes and laughing.
“I think it was the best Christmas for all of us,” Howl said through a mouthful of peppermint brownies. Saxon agreed, whispering the sentiment in my ear while Tommy nodded and winked.
“Oh, fuck. Is this a lesson about the Christmas spirit and shit?”
Claus laughed while the elves filed back into the workshop, wiping milk from their pudgy faces. “No. I hate that shit. But, Christmas is what you make of it. And it sounds like you made this a Christmas for the books, Ivy Potter. Consider your job done. Not like it was ever yours to begin with.”
A tingle took over my body and I looked down to realize that again, I was wearing my uniform, complete with the jacket Saxon had originally gotten from Finn the day we came here.
Best Christmas in the history of Christmases? I guess, in some weird backhanded way I had succeeded.
Saturnalia could kiss my merry ass.
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“Not yet, Ivy. I finally have you alone.” Fuck, I recognized that tone in his voice, raspy and bass. It was the voice he used when he wanted to sink himself in between my legs.
Intense didn’t even begin to describe the way I craved him and hated his fucking guts all at the same time. Fuck, I was a ball of opposition when it came to Tommy. Some things never changed.
It would be so much easier if I would decide to tell him to leave me alone—to go to hell—to never see him again.
Or hear his voice.
Or the way he flicked his hair.
Or the way his lips looked perfectly suckable while he smoked those goddamned cigarettes.
I hated myself for loving the despicable dickhead demon.
“I can’t, Tommy. You—I don’t even know who you are anymore. And who the fuck knows if you are really on my side.”
I watched the clouds shift overhead. I tried to breathe and have them center me, give me enough energy and gumption to tell Tommy to go to tell. Even the heavens couldn’t give me that kind of resolve.
When it came to Tommy, I would always be fucked.
“I’m always on your side, ivy. Always have been.” He purred as he spoke to me, making my toes curl. “It’s always been you.”
“Give me a fucking break,” I answered flipping him the middle finger over my shoulder.
“Babe, please. We have this place all to ourselves. I haven’t had you in months. Haven’t kissed that delicious mouth. Haven’t felt your body writhing against mine in that rhythm only you and I have. You know you want me. You’ve never denied me that pussy and you never fucking will. No matter how pissed. No matter how betrayed. No matter how angry or sad. You’ll always give it up to me, Ivy Potter. Don’t even fucking try to deny it.”
I heard his steps as he approached me from behind. He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me against his pelvis. My ass ground against his hardness as he rocked into me.
“Just you and me again, babe. But this time, I get to show you all of me, not that pathetic human shell.”
I scoffed and removed his hands from around my waist. “You are in that shell.”
He chuckled and I mentally yelled at my thighs for responding with a flood. “No, that was only a small part of me. Now I can show you what I can really do.”
“I hate you. I really fucking hate you, Tommy.”
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Born and raised in Atlanta, Rae Foxx moved to Arizona when she reached adulthood. When Rae isn’t writing, she works part time at a Pilates studio. Her favorite spot is on the couch watching horror movies while sneaking cinnamon rolls. She’s endlessly searching for the perfect cup of coffee.
Rae Foxx writes salty, sarcastic heroines and alluring men who love them. Her books revolve around paranormal and supernatural harems where a girl can have all the men and romance she wants.
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