Her breasts had always been sensitive but never like this. She was afraid she would come right now before they even got to the good stuff.
Jaguar pulled hard on her nipple again before letting it pop free and moving his mouth to her other breast. One hand moved to cup the breast he’d just been worshiping, kneading it and rasping his thumb across the tormented nipple. With her arms stretched above her head and her wrists secured with the scarf, Sonia was powerless to control the sensual assault on her breasts, which only enhanced her pleasure.
“You taste mouth-watering,” Jaguar murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin. “Do all elves taste this good?”
“Mmmm,” was all she allowed herself to say. If she said yes, would he ask her how she knew?
He swiped his tongue across both breasts, leaving a wet trail down through the valley between them. His fingers tap danced over the quivering skin of her tummy, pausing to trace the lines of her navel. When he reached the raven curls covering her mound and dusted his fingers through them, Sonia jerked her hips, doing her best to urge his hand lower and deeper.
Jaguar bent his head lower and kissed her curls, letting his tongue drift through them. “Too bad we don’t have any toys here,” he murmured in a low, throaty voice that vibrated through her. “Can you work your magic with your hands tied up?”
Sonia’s laugh was breathless. “I don’t know but I’m willing to give it a shot. Anything special you’d like me to conjure up?”
Jaguar tugged gently on her pubic hair with his teeth. “Since I still think I’m hallucinating the whole thing, why don’t you try for whatever your favourite toys are?”
Sonia closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and wriggled her fingers as she exhaled. A soft breeze danced across her body.
“Wow!” Jaguar’s voiced was filled with awe.
Sonia opened her eyes to see what he was looking at. He’d rocked back on his heels and was staring at the instruments in his hands.
Oh, good! My favourite silver bullet.
And nestled next to the shiny vibrator was a lifelike dildo.
“I thought there’d be more.” She tried to conceal her disappointment. “I guess just using my fingers doesn’t do that much good.”
Jaguar laughed, a sound that rumbled up from deep in his chest, and his eyes deepened to a green that reminded her of the forest. “Sugar, these will do just fine.”
Sonia stared at Jaguar, heat rising inside her body again. The flame from the candle heating the tent picked up glints in his dark blond hair and reflected on the tanned skin of his body. Just looking at his defined muscles, his broad shoulders, his very masculine face aroused her even without his touch. She’d had sex with humans before—not too often—but none of them could compare to Jaguar Martin. And he certainly wiped every elf from her mind.
Kneeing her thighs wider apart, he set the dildo aside and draped her legs over his own. One fingertip brushed across her clit, sending shockwaves of need through her. Then he did it again, just a ghost of a touch, but her body jerked in reaction.
“You have to be the most responsive female I’ve ever been with,” Jaguar said, his eyes glittering with sensual desire. “I could do this forever.”
Forever? Forever? Oh, if only…
Sonia’s thoughts disappeared in an erotic haze as Jaguar touched the tip of the silver bullet to her clit and pushed the button that start it vibrating. Instantly, her cunt muscles quivered, her tummy muscles clenched and a riot of sensations raced through her.
“Oh!” was the only sound she could make.
Her body, however, reacted all on its own, hips bucking, silently demanding more, more, more. The rhythm of the vibrations increased, shimmering through every muscle and nerve. Sonia tugged at her restraints, gripped by a need to take the damn vibrator from Jaguar and let it do its job.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he teased, now moving the little vibrator in circles around her clit. “I’m calling the shots here, remember?”
He teased at her mercilessly, moving the bullet along her inner lips, back up to her clit, then finally, slowly, slipping it inside her. The moment she felt its smooth surface in her pussy, her inner muscles clenched around it and her hips began to move in earnest.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the vibrations racing through her, lighting the ends of her nerves, plucking at her quivering muscles, turning her body into a mindless mass of erotic need.
When everything stopped, and the bullet slid from her pussy, her eyes flew open to see Jaguar watching her with those eyes, so dark now they were almost black.
“I have to be inside you,” he growled. “I’m so hard I think my cock would break if I bumped it against something.” Then he frowned. “Big problem, though.”
“Oh, god, don’t say that.” She was about to self-destruct. “What now?”
“Same problem as before. No condoms. Again, who thought we’d need them in Antarctica?”
“Untie my hands,” she ordered, “and I’ll take care of it.” She leered at him, a pixieish look that almost teased a laugh from him. “Just like I did before.”
He looped two fingers through the knot on the scarf, tugged, and her hands were suddenly free. Pushing herself up, she took his cock in her palms, closed her eyes and blew on him. At once, a latex sheath appeared and rolled itself down his length.
Jaguar’s eyes widened. “How the hell do you do that? Having you around might actually be a plus.”
“Less talk, more action,” Sonia urged, lying back and tugging him with her.
He hesitated. “You’re so tiny. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She smiled, wishing he’d just get on with it. “You won’t. I promise. Hurry.”
He nodded, lifted her buttocks in his large hands and drove into her with one strong thrust. She was so ready, she climaxed at once, her muscles gripping the length of him as she flooded him with her liquid. His hands clenched in the cheeks of her ass, gripping her tightly as he held perfectly still while she convulsed around him.
He gave her no chance to catch her breath, however. When her spasms had reduced themselves to aftershocks, he set up a rhythm, stroking his cock in and out of her. She gripped his upper arms with her hands, fingernails digging into him as the spiral deep inside her began to unwind again. He rocked his hips in a steady motion, his cock riding back and forth with his movement. Sonia lost all sense of herself, of where she was, of anything except the thick, hard shaft filling her and taking her on a hot, lustful ride. Her hips bucked in his grasp as she met him thrust for thrust, pleasure spiking through her, velvet heat surrounding them.
Jaguar lowered his head and pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue sweeping inside and setting up a tempo that matched the strokes of his cock. In, out, in, out, until the orgasm rushed up from deep inside her, hovering, holding her suspended. Jaguar’s big body stiffened, he threw his head back and they toppled into the whirlpool together.
She thought his cock would never stop flexing that her pussy would never cease convulsing around him, as the tidal wave of lust swept through them again and again.
Then it ended, with a ripple of aftershocks and a melting of bodies. Jaguar collapsed on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms, his warm breath fanning her face, his heart beating as hard as hers. She had no idea how long they lay there, wrapped together, skin slick with perspiration, before Jaguar eased himself out of her body and rolled to the side. Pulling her on top of him, he smiled at her.
“I think if we made this a regular thing, you might kill me. You are something else.”
She grinned back. “Yup. I’m an elf.”
And he burst out laughing.
* * * *
Sonia had done her magic and heated up the remains of their meal. Now they were sitting cross-legged opposite each other, finishing off the food along with a bottle of wine she’d conjured up. When she looked across at Jaguar, she found him studying her.
“What?” She lowered her fork. “Do I have greas
e on my face? Food between my teeth?”
“I think I’m still trying to make sure you’re real and not a figment of my imagination.” He chewed a bite of steak thoughtfully. “Being stranded in an ice and snow storm is one thing, but stumbling onto someone who calls herself an elf and can do amazing, magical things is another. Not to mention great sex that blows my mind. Are you sure I’m not hallucinating?”
Sonia giggled. “Humans usually have that reaction to us. Which is why we try to stay away from them except at Christmas.”
“Okay, let’s say I believe you.” He looked down. “God knows, my cock thinks you’re real enough. Are you really here looking for a place to build a new toy factory?”
“Uh huh.” She sipped delicately from her wine goblet, her little tongue swiping across her lips to capture a stray drop. “We have to find the right spot, stake it out and send a message back to our boss—you know, the guy in the funny red suit—so he can have plans drawn. He expects us to be up and running before next year.”
“And what makes a good location?”
“Flat ground—or in this case ice—solid enough to take construction, and a place where the wind is steady rather than variable so we can adjust construction accordingly. And far enough away from the science and exploration stations various countries have established here, so no one can see what we’re doing.” She sighed. “It’s just a damn shame people can’t stay away from here like they do the North Pole. It makes things so difficult.”
“Difficult. Right.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “And exactly how do you plan to build this, um, toy factory? And get your materials here?”
“Oh,” she waved a hand carelessly. “We have carpenter elves who’ll take care of that. And the supplies will all be brought in by reindeer. I mean, how else would we get them here?”
“How else. Right.” He gulped a healthy swallow of the amber liquid in his glass. “That I’d have to see.”
“Oh, no.” Sonia shook her head. “We’d do it when absolutely no one is around. Humans aren’t allowed to watch the process.”
Jaguar washed the last bite of steak down with the rest of his wine and stared at her over the rim of his glass. He looked as if he was about to ask another question when suddenly a rat-a-tat-tat continuous staccato noise set up outside.
“What the hell is that?”
“Damn.” Sonia pushed her plate away. “It’s Cupid again, with his Flying Red Army.”
She made a circular motion with one hand and a window appeared again. Sure enough, the flying warriors were back in force, bows and quivers at the ready. And flying just above the circle, Cupid the sexy Greek god himself, looking fierce and determined.
Jaguar stared, a shocked look on his face.
“I see them again, but I still don’t believe them.” He scrubbed his hands through his hair. “Where does he go when he’s not attacking us?”
Sonia waved a hand with airy disdain. “They park on the clouds hanging over us and regroup. They spend the time plucking moisture out of the air to make their ice arrows.”
“Well, that’s what he’s shooting now,” Jaguar pointed out. “What’s he trying to do with them? He’s not hitting the tent.”
“He can’t,” she told him. “I have a spell around it. It’s impervious.”
“A spell.” He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again. “Around the tent.”
“Of course,” she told him with a sniff. “Otherwise we’d be toast. Or as toasty as you can get in this wasteland. I think he’s trying to build a wall around us here so I won’t have any choice but to call for extraction.” She shook her head. “That asshole.”
“Pretty strong language for an elf, isn’t it? I thought you were all so nice and pure.”
She grinned at him. “You haven’t heard the half of it. Last year I paid for fifteen toys all by myself with my quarters in the swear jar.” She sighed. “I’ve always been a rebel, I guess.”
“Listen, maybe I can give you some help here,” he offered.
“Help?” She lifted an eyebrow. “You? Exactly how could you do that?”
“Maybe I could call in an air strike of some kind.” He scratched his head. “I can’t believe I’m even saying this. The other guys are going to think I’ve got a screw loose.”
“Right.” She gave a delicate little snort. “I can just hear them when you say you want an air strike on Cupid and his flying army.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He frowned. “But we can’t just sit hear and let him attack us. You have work to do. I have work to do. I mean, it would be nice to huddle up in this tent together for as long as we want and have South Pole sex, but…”
“But we have assignments,” she finished for him. “Right.”
Another rat-a-tat-tat sounded outside and again a barrage of arrows assaulted the ice around their tent. Sonia slipped a hand beneath the tent just enough to gather some snow and fashion it into a snowball. She blew on it until it turned red and tapped out a code on it, then held it to her ear and listened.
“It’s me,” she said. “We’re under attack again. That rotten little bastard Cupid won’t leave us alone. Can you both hear me? This isn’t exactly a state of the art communicator. Uh huh. Uh huh. Okay, then just give me a hint. Uh huh. Uh huh.” Sonia huffed a sigh. “Well, hell. Yeah, yeah. I know. More money in the swear jar. Well, I’m gonna see what I can do from my end. Sonia out.”
This time, instead of disintegrating the snowball, she put it to the side, waved a hand over it and covered it with a clear thermal shroud.
“What did you just do?” Jaguar asked, a look of disbelief on his face.
“I don’t want to have to dig for snow again with Cupid and his flying idiots out there,” she explained, “so I made a little ice chest.”
Jaguar shook his head. “I still don’t believe it. On top of everything else, I’m still sitting here fucking naked, in the middle of an Antarctic ice storm.” He looked down at his lap again, his cock once more thick and swollen, a drop of moisture glistening at the slit. “I wonder if my dick is ever going to go to sleep? I don’t know whether to thank Dr. Axel Cole or kill him.”
Sonia laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. “We’ll have to do something about that, just as soon as I figure out how to get rid of Cupid.”
“Tell me something.” Jaguar reached for her and dragged her into his lap. “Are all elves as horny as you are?”
She winked at him. “That’s our secret. Besides, I don’t want you chasing after any other elves.”
“Honey, I can hardly believe I’ve got one here. So what’s next?”
“Next we draw up a battle plan. Then we take care of your hard-on.”
Chapter Four
Jaguar watched the petite figure crawl over his gear and dig into her backpack, pulling out something that looked suspiciously like a calculator. It was hard to concentrate on what she was doing because she was as naked as he was, and all he wanted to do was lick her all over. Her perfect breasts tempted him with their rosy-tipped nipples, her rounded ass made his hands itch to squeeze it again and when she turned to face him again, he had to drag his eyes away from the soft curls covering the sweetest pussy he’d ever tasted.
Holy hell! How had he gotten into this situation? More to the point, how was he ever going to get out? No way did he believe some mythical figure was flying around outside attacking them with ice arrows. He had a hard enough time swallowing the fact that Sonia was some kind of elf and that she’d performed all the magic tricks he’d seen. He was sure he was going to wake up either back on the helicopter that had brought him, or nearly frozen to death lying on the vast tundra.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“This is a B.E.L.L.S. pocket computer,” she said, pushing a button and frowning at the little screen on it. “I’m trying to find some of the battle plans we programmed in here for situations just like this.”
Jaguar felt as if he’d fallen into an alternate universe. “You have battle
plans?”
She stared at him, her brow creased. “We are the B.E.L.L.S., you know. Santa’s warriors. I told you. And we expected something like this to happen.”
“If you did, then why did you all accept this mission?”
She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Do you have a choice when your commanding officer orders you to do something?”
“Well, no.” He shrugged. “But that’s different.”
Sonia stood up and raised herself to her full height, which Jaguar guessed at barely five feet. He nearly strangled as he swallowed a laugh. The site of this luscious, naked figure doing her best to look tall and dominating was a sight he would long remember. Along with a lot of other things.
“Different how?” she demanded.
“Okay, okay. Forget I said that. So now what?” He raked his eyes over her body and his. “We’re both naked, you’re being attacked by Cupid and I need to get in touch with my teammates. God only knows what’s happened to them by now. You have any tricks to make a GPS or satellite communicator work?”
She huffed a breath at him. “Oh, are you asking for my help, by any chance?”
“Sugar, I’ll take anything you want to give.”
At that, his cock flexed, reminding him of his continuously erect condition. For two cents, he’d ditch his entire mission, forget about his team-mates and spend however much time he could just fucking his brains out with Sonia Snowflake. Or whatever the hell her real name was.
A slow smile crept over her face. “Is that a fact. Well, maybe we can do something about your…um…condition as soon as I scroll through this information.”
It was so incredible to watch her settle back down cross-legged on the thermal blanket, stark naked, her little pubic curls glistening with the dew of her juices, her nipples pointing straight at him, chewing on her lip as she concentrated on the instrument in her hand. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly to ease some of the pressure, wishing she’d finish whatever the hell she was doing so he could turn her onto her hands and knees and slide into her from behind.
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