Santa Claws

by Evelyn Vox

  Nothing could stop me.

  I ripped open the door and saw her, already two stories below me. She looked up the staircase, our eyes locked, and she shrieked as I jumped off the landing. I landed in a crouch, Holly just slipping through the door, right out of my reach. I snarled, claws going for the handle, and howled in outrage. The small bit of metal wouldn’t move. She’d locked the damn door.

  Through the small glass window interlaced with a wireframe, Holly smirked at me. Her green eyes twinkled with delight. She smiled wide and stepped back, staring into my eyes as she unbuttoned her shirt with agonizing slowness. I banged on the door, growling, transfixed as my mate taunted me with a striptease.

  Shirt unbuttoned just enough that I could see her cleavage, Holly took both hands and squeezed her breasts together, bending over to show me how swollen the heat had made them. Her nipples peaked through the fabric, hard enough to cut glass. I rubbed furiously at my leaking cock, and groaned when she dipped the shirt below her shoulders and cupped her engorged breasts with her small hands.

  Holly squeezed her nipples, gasping and moaning, before she tossed her shirt off with a flourish. Hearing her moan, it had to be what crack felt like to an addict, a glass of beer to an alcoholic. I banged on the door again, eyes on fire, but she only unzipped her pants, stepping out one curvy leg after another until she was naked.

  My cock was so hard, I was certain it could punch a hole through the wall. It pulsed with agonizing need as I pumped it to no avail. The only relief to be had was in my mate’s sweet, sweet pussy. Holly’s eyes bored into mine through the glass. My wolf growled as she lowered a hand down her perfect, gently rounded stomach, until her fingers disappeared between the whisper of white curls between her legs.

  She closed her eyes and moaned, lost to the pleasure she gave herself. Her juices slicked down her thighs, glistening in the light, and my world turned red.

  I howled and grabbed the door handle with both hands. My muscles bulged as I heaved with every ounce of supernatural strength I had. Metal groaned under my claws and with a creaking, wretched crunch, I ripped the door right off its hinges. The smell of her arousal smacked me in the face. My wolf went wild, my cock lurching towards her.

  Holly gaped at me, eyes wide, before she screamed and spun on her heels, trying to run away. But I was quicker, and in one leap I had her. She stumbled forward, but I kept her from falling, wrapping my arms around her. Her back pressed against my chest. My cock fit snugly in the peach sliver of her perfectly round ass. I groaned, unable to stop myself from thrusting against her. I growled into her neck, eyes rolling back as I inhaled her delicious scent.

  I kept her tight against me as my hands roamed the landscape of her luscious body. I took my time. I cupped her breasts, rolling pearled nipples between my fingers. Holly moaned, and my hips bucked against her ass. I reached down and she trembled as I found my way between her silky, dripping folds. I slid one finger along her slit until I paused at the top, rubbing circles around her swollen bud.

  She sagged back into me, her body quivering as I massaged and rubbed her clit until she panted with pleasure. Her pussy gushed with arousal. She grew wetter and wetter with each stroke. The head of my cock found its way through her legs. It glided between her pussy lips, her honey covering me as I pumped back and forth, the head of my cock grazing my fingers as they worked her.

  I wouldn’t penetrate her now, not yet. I wanted her primed and ready, and coming for me first before I took her virginity. I rubber her clit as I thrust between her lips, until she was clinging to my neck, nearly limp in my arms, and moaning in ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped through her body like an earthquake. It started at her core and rippled outward, making every inch of her tremble with pleasure.

  Fresh arousal gushed from her, my beautiful mate, bathing my cock. I longed to sheath myself inside her. And though I’d wanted to give her more orgasms, I couldn’t control myself. I positioned my cock at her soaking entrance. Ready to feel her at last, but Holly stiffened. She turned her head, eyes flashing gold, and pushed me away with her bear-like strength.

  I collapsed into a small Christmas tree, falling back in a heap of twinkling lights and clanging ornaments. Holly laughed. I snapped my eyes towards her, seething. She yelped before she raced across the floor. I struggled to get up, my arms tangled in wire lights and tinsel.

  By the time I was back on my feet, she had cleared the department, and was sprinting towards the large Christmas display in the center of the mall. She had half-shifted herself, now stronger than I was. But not faster.

  No, it was only a matter of time before I caught up to her again. And there’d be no escaping me a second time.

  Holly

  My body still trembled with the aftershocks of the orgasm Jace had given me. It would have been so easy to relax into his arms, to let him take me and finish our mating. But something inside of me, an ancient voice, whispered run. So I ran.

  I knew I couldn’t out run him for long. Especially not after I was already so tired from the chase earlier in the day. But the thrill of being hunted by Jace…well, I wanted to make that last as long as I could. Because it was hotter than hell and made my bear squirm with female delight.

  Jace was dangerous, lethal, and I was his main target. I hadn’t expected him to rip the door off its hinges! The act alone left me breathless with desire for him, my strong, powerful mate.

  I didn’t have a plan as I ran towards the giant Christmas tree that spanned several stories. It was set up in the middle of the mall, where all the levels ended with railings and a view of the floor below. The main tree was the only living tree in the mall, and its sweet pine and sap smell was divine.

  Gifts overflowed from beneath the tree, real or fake, I couldn’t tell. Boxes wrapped in every color, green, gold, red, silver, blue, gleamed under the sparkling white fairy lights that lit up the tree. A large chair, more of a throne, adorned in red, gold, and white velvet rested in the middle of the display. Like it was waiting patiently for Santa to come back the next day to listen to the whispered wishes of children sitting on his knee.

  It was a beautiful display, one that would have touched my heart if I’d had the time to truly appreciate it. As it was, I was dashing towards it, faster than a reindeer on Christmas Eve, as Jace’s thundering footsteps echoed across the tiled floor. My heart thundered—he was getting closer. I didn’t dare look behind me as I focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

  I spied a walkway, a spiraling walkway that went up to the other floors, and sped up it. Garlands of pine and holly, full of sparkling birds, silvered pinecones, and red velvet ribbon decorated the railing. I’d made it only one level up before I paused and leaned over the rail, looking down at the display to see Jace tearing up the walkway. His glowing eyes had honed in on me, and he snarled when he saw me looking back.

  I marveled at his strength, the way his body moved like the lethal predator he was. For all his quick smiles and quicker remarks, Jace was a deadly animal. And I’d strung him along to the point of madness. His cock was massive and dripping, looking like a steel pipe between his muscled thighs. He snarled, the sound jolting me out of the spell his body had cast. My ogling cost me.

  Jace was closing in, and I summoned what little reserves I had left and sped up the walkway, running faster than I knew I could. Run! That voice egged me on, pushing me beyond my limits. Adrenaline pumped hot in my veins, making my arousal more acute. The desire cut through me, the thrill of being hunted making me slick between the thighs. Beads of sweat trickled down my neck, but I didn’t stop.

  I ran until I’d reached the top, Jace so close behind I could practically feel his breath on my back. At the top of the walkway, I scrambled, not knowing which way to go and Jace’s body, firm and unyielding barreled into mine. We tumbled forward, a snarling, biting jumble of limbs. Jace pinned me beneath him. His cock was a burning rod against my abdomen.

  He growled in my face, a terrifying thing that set heat pooling in my
core. I got my feet under him and kicked him off with a groan. He soared back several feet. He landed on all fours. He craned his head up to capture me in his blazing stare. I looked around, but he blocked my only exit, and I wondered if this was it. I backed up as he prowled towards me, taking his time, until I thudded against the prickly garland on the railing.

  A desperate, insane idea seized hold of me. I spun around. Before I could think the better of it, I vaulted over the railing. I arced through the air. My stomach flew into my throat as I plummeted towards the top of the massive Christmas tree. I landed hard, my hands and feet finding purchase among the groaning branches. Ornaments tinkled as the tree swayed with the impact.

  I held on, defiant eyes meeting Jace’s stunned ones. He flashed his fangs at me in one of his quick grins before he soared over the railing. I shrieked, scrambling down the branches as fast as I could. Pine needles tickled my skin. Ornaments crashed to the ground and bells on branches clanged, ringing in a frenetic jingle as Jace and I circled each other around the tree.

  He lunged, making the wood creak, and I jumped down a bough. The tree swayed precariously, and something bit into my shoulder, slicing open the skin. Blood welled and I winced, looking down in time to see the massive star that once adorned the top of the tree crash into the ground. One of the gold points was tinged red with my blood. The sight of it made Jace flip out. There was really no other word for it.

  With a ferocious, enraged growl, he flew through the branches, grabbing my wrists faster than I could see. He tucked me into his body and jumped out of the Christmas tree. He held me tight, cradling me in his arms as we fell. Tinsel, ornaments, and pine needles streamed along with us. Jace landed on his feet in front of Santa’s throne. One look in his crazed, lustful eyes, and my clit throbbed.

  I wouldn’t be getting away again.

  Jace threw me into the chair, so hard my breath rushed out of me, advancing until his hands were on the arm rests, trapping me. His hungry gaze bored into me, making me shiver. He brought his mouth close to mine, never releasing me from his stare.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl this year, Holly,” he breathed, “a very naughty girl.”

  I shuddered a breath. It was all I could do before his mouth was on mine, his tongue tearing through my lips, assaulting me with a brutal, deadly kiss. My body ignited, lust burning through every pore. Every beat of my heart made my clit throb with need. Jace ripped his lips from mine only to grab my legs in his hands, pushing them back so he could feast on me.

  Hot breath teased my aching pussy before those lips, and that tongue, tore into me. I quaked under the assault, the pleasure so overwhelming I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. All I could do was feel as he licked every inch of me. My world dimmed into blackness until stars popped in my vision as I came harder and faster than I ever had before. I screamed his name, the sound echoing around the empty, cavernous mall.

  Jace snarled, and looked at me from between my legs, the eye contact blistering. He continued to lick me. Finally, uninterrupted and unimpeded, Jace devoured me to his heart’s content. My clit thundered with pleasure as his hot tongue slaked its way over it. Again, and again, he licked and sucked until another orgasm shuddered through me. Jace grinned, radiating masculine pride, as my limbs sagged and my eyes fluttered.

  He kissed his way up my body, making me tremble. Our tongues danced once more, and I could taste my sweetness on his lips. He didn’t stop kissing me as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at my entrance. I didn’t have to tell him it was my first time. I knew he’d be gentle, and I was ready for him.

  I was so ready for him.

  The swollen tip of his cock nudged inside, and he paused. He looked up at me and growled, the act so primal, so dominant, I moaned, my hips pressing against him, urging his massive girth to go deeper. Jace pressed inside of me, inch by inch by inch, until he jutted against my barrier.

  I tensed, but he opened his mouth wide, fangs gleaming, and bit the my neck where it met my shoulder as he tore through my virginity. My eyes bulged, the pain from the bite giving way to tingling, delightful pleasure. He kept his fangs in my flesh as he pumped inside of me, and that same ancient voice whispered: Bite him.

  I didn’t hesitate. I bit his corded neck in the same place, his blood leaked into my mouth, and I felt a current, a channel opening between us. Like a rope had been tied from my heart to his. He pulled back, licked my wound and gazed deeply into my eyes. The sensations were overwhelming.

  All the love, the lust, the fascination we’d both shared for one another poured through this new channel between us even as pleasure seared me. Jace’s cock felt incredible, the pain long since gone. He stretched my walls in an aching, delicious way that made me scream. He grunted, his own sounds of pleasure joining mine in the air.

  I clenched hard around him as I came, gushing and moaning with ecstasy. Jace’s grip on my thighs was tight, his body glistened with sweat as he pounded into me. His thrusts became wild, uncontrolled, until his hot cum spurt deep. He barked out a yell of pleasure before he collapsed on top of me.

  We kissed and kissed, still connected. Jace was hard and hot inside of me, still. When he pulled back his sapphire eyes had a terrible, wicked gleam.

  “You know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?” he said, pulling out of me.

  He flipped me around so fast I yelped, clinging to the back of the throne. Jace pulled my hips back until I felt his cock pressing against my pussy again. He brought his lips to my ears.

  “They get punished,” he whispered.

  Jace thrust into me, hard and reckless, and grabbed my hair, pulling it until my neck craned back. He pounded into me, filling me, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing through the halls. He pulled my hair tighter, and I bit my lip, moaning at the dominance in the gesture.

  “You like being punished, don’t you? You naughty little girl.”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “I do.”

  He never stopped thrusting into me as his hand released my hair and came down hard on my ass. The shock and rush of the pain only enhanced the pleasure burning between my legs.

  “Do you want more, you bad girl?”

  “Yes, please,” I begged.

  Jace panted, his pace relentless and athletic, and rubbed the globes of my ass.

  “Have you been naughty, Holly? Does Santa know what a bad girl you are?”

  “No,” I gasped, the pleasure building to a peak.

  “Tell Santa how naughty you are.”

  “I’ve been a very bad girl this year,” I said, turning my head back, making my eyes big as they met his. Jace shuddered in a breath at the look. “I’ve been very, very naughty.”

  “What did you do?” His eyes gleamed.

  “I’ve been tempting and teasing and taunting my poor mate,” I squirmed back to meet his thrusts, needing more of him, needing all of him. “I’m such a bad, naughty girl. I need to be punished.”

  Before I had time to register the movement, he spanked me again. I moaned in bliss, begging for more.

  “Punish me, Santa, please, punish me. I’ve been extra naughty this year.”

  “Are you a nice girl?” Jace’s voice was heavy and gruff, leaden with desire.

  “No, I’m bad. I’m a bad, bad girl, Santa.”

  My breath caught as spank after spank landed on each cheek. The pain riled my blood until my claws tore into the velvet of the throne, stuffing spilling out, as I came all over Jace’s thick cock. My limbs turned to jelly, but he held me up, piercing me over and over until he groaned, his semen leaking down my legs to mix with my juices.

  I collapsed into him. The exhaustion of the day roared up to claim me. Jace cradled me in his arms and pulled back, stepping off the throne. He spooned me under the massive Christmas tree, careful to avoid debris from our fall. His rock hard length twitched against my ass. It wasn’t long before Jace slipped between my folds once more.

  He fucked me under the tree as I gazed up at t
he sparkling lights, ecstasy filling my bones.

  This had to be the best Christmas ever.

  Jace

  “Dude, you owe me,” Dex said, laughing as he picked us up from the gas station.

  To my chagrin, Bo was sitting in the front seat, grinning from ear to ear. Dex and Bo, my brothers. We were triplets, and I trusted them with my life, but this would go down in infamy in my family: the night Jace and Holly became mates and had to get picked up at a gas station outside of Seattle at midnight on Christmas.

  After a few more hours of mating, Holly and I had cleaned up the Christmas display as best we could. Knowing it was about to be taken down was the only thing that lessened our guilt for destroying it and then mating all over it. We also helped ourselves to simple clothes, just sweat shirts and pants, before unlocking the door to where the guards were still, impressively, slumbering.

  We’d walked to a gas station nearby and called Dex to come get us. I knew I’d never hear the end of it, but Holly was exhausted and wanted to go home. Besides, we needed to get back to celebrate the holiday with our family. Home, our family, the words made me smile, a warmth settling in my chest.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I opened the back door for Holly.

  She scooted in and I followed behind her. My brothers craned around their seats, their heads nearly knocking in the middle. Similar, so similar, the three of us, with the shaggy, jet-black hair and deep blue eyes, but we weren’t identical. There were little differences. My wider mouth. Dex’s sharper nose. Bo’s stronger brow. I was also the tallest, much to their horror. Still, the wolfish grins on their faces were identical as they looked at us.