It’s a lovely night for a sleigh ride— until something evil takes the reins.
When Nick and Kris, the half-fae sons of human mothers, aren’t using Santa’s sleigh in the off-season to make deliveries for their booming sex toy business, they’re setting off sensual fireworks in the bedroom.
Yet they dream of a feminine third to complete their lives. There’s only one woman they can picture filling that role: Lilly, the girl they both dated in college.
Lilly thought earning extra money stripping was a good plan, until she’s left battered, bruised, and stuffed in a back-alley trash can. Her rescuers turn out to be the dark, brooding dom and the golden-haired sub whose faces—and shockingly entwined bodies—are still the stuff of her most searing fantasies.
While she’s more than willing to take them up on their offer of one perfect night of magic, she questions whether anyone can break into Nick and Kris’s powerful bond. But there’s someone who’s been waiting for this moment all Lilly’s life. An evil psychopath who holds the secrets of her past—unless Nick and Kris can unravel them in time to save her from a fate worse than death.
Product WarningsExplicit ménage a trois, hot m/f/m scenes, hot male/male scenes, a ruthless stalker who torments the heroine, sex toys, sex on roof tops, spankings, BDSM, Dark Fae, birdmen, orphans, strippers, centaurs, a violent battle between good and evil creatures on board a ship, true love, and sex in Santa’s sleigh.
Copyright © 2012 Lisa Whitefern
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Strip clubs would never be Nick’s scene. The women were all pretty much the same: too skinny, too tall, huge fake breasts, bleached-blonde hair, deep orange tans. Just not his type.
The stripper’s name was Kandy Kane, and her red Santa hat with its faux fur pissed him off. It looked nothing like his dad’s hat.
Nick was dressed in a similar way, and he felt ridiculous. His old college friend, Tony, had insisted all his stag-night buddies dress like St. Nicholas since his stag party was being held on the twenty-second of December and his wedding on Christmas Eve, so Nick had picked up the typical cheap costume mortals wore when pretending to be Santa.
As if Dad would wear polyester.
The hooting and hollering of the drunks in the room hurt his ears. The place smelled of stale beer, cologne and sweat. Cheap colored lights of red, green and gold washed over the red-and-white plastic tablecloth on the table that had Ho, ho, ho written all over it. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.
The decorations were dismal. The staff of this joint had attempted a “Winter Wonderland” theme, but it was tacky and lacked that magical something Christmas should always have. He itched to mutter a spell, hum a magic tune, wave his hand and fill the artificial trees with elegant, frosted ornaments, garlands of white and silver ribbon, strings of pearls and delicate fairy lights to make the place beautiful.
Nick shook his head. No…no magic tonight; just a night of pretending to be fully mortal to please an old school friend.
“Give it up again for Kandy Kane, gentlemen!” A huge round of applause followed the emcee’s request.
“And now, for someone a little different. It’s her first week, and she’s a little shy, but she’ll put you in a daze when you see her curvy hips shake from side to side. Gentlemen, put your hands together for Lacey Starr!”
Drunken hoots and catcalls filled the room. Nick glanced over at his lover and best friend, Kris Noelle, and was rewarded with a roll of the eyes. Kris was sober too. Many of the half-fae sylphs were immune to the effects of alcohol. Especially the males. Nick supposed it was something in their blood that kept them from getting drunk. Mortal men’s drunken antics were kind of a puzzle to Nick.
The lights dimmed. Hesitantly, the new stripper emerged from the wings. Pulsing, seductive music began, and a white spotlight fell on her curvaceous body.
After all the leggy, bleached blondes, Lacey came as a momentary shock to the crowd. She wasn’t quite as tall as most of the strippers, but her legs were shapely in sexy strappy platform heels. The light shining on her hair showed highlights of strawberry blonde, russet, auburn and gold.
Silence followed the removal of her fluffy white cloak. Underneath, she was dressed in a flirty angel costume. The thin white chiffon barely covered her astonishingly large, round and very real-looking breasts. She was a miniature Marilyn Monroe with a body so full, ripe and delicious Nick wanted to take a bite out of her. Beside him, Kris stirred. Nick noticed the change in Kris’s breathing—shallow, labored and heavy.
The silence ended, and the room erupted with cheering, whistles and more applause.
As Lacey danced, the filmy white costume she wore shifted and shimmered, revealing the luscious curves beneath.
For the first time that night, a jolt of lust shot through Nick like a bullet. Lacey looked ethereal and gorgeous, stroking her fingers sensuously over her hips. A quiet, dreamy look passed over her face, and Nick imagined she was somewhere else inside her head. Somewhere far away from any indignity she might suffer here. As exotic and out of place as an orchid growing in a desert, “Lacey” fascinated him.
He could see why the establishment had chosen a Christmas angel costume for her. There was something about her, an odd combination of innocent and sexy, reminding him of the first woman he’d ever loved.
The way Lacey moved her hips in slow, tantalizing circles had the crowd mesmerized. He wondered if exposing herself like this and being a plaything for all these men turned her on. Or did she secretly hate it? He couldn’t tell. Strippers were supposed to be good actors, right? So who knew?
The redhead’s fingers skimmed over her nipples. She gave a shudder and closed her eyes. Her full lips parted, releasing a soft moan. If she was faking enjoyment, she was very good. Nick’s cock strained against his stupid red Santa pants with their fake white fur trim.
Slowly, Lacey removed her golden halo and tossed it into the crowd. Raucous cheers rewarded the action. She ripped off a thin layer of chiffon from around her chest, revealing her pearly white bra in all its glory. Nick shifted uncomfortably, his dick twitching.
The noise of the crowd began to drown out the music. He’d never seen so many debauched men crowded into one room before, and a strange, irrational possessiveness clenched his gut.
This woman shouldn’t be among these grotesque assholes! She should be cherished and worshipped, not leered at by a bunch of stinking drunks.
As the crowd continued to jeer and catcall, anger rose within him until his vision was red-tinged.
Kris leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Does she look familiar to you?”
It hit Nick that Lacey’s resemblance to Lilly Rudolph was the true cause of his disgust and irritation with the other men in the room. Glad to be distracted from his rage, he managed to give Kris a smile. “You’re right. She does look a lot like Lilly from college, but she can’t be. Her nose is different, and her hair was never quite that color.”
Besides, Lilly wouldn’t strip for a crowd of leering drunks.
Nick turned back to the stage. Lacey was peeling off her bra. Her huge, firm breasts bounced to the music.
Every guy in this room must be wishing those were bouncing in his face while she rode him.
Lacey slid the gauzy material up one shapely leg. She looked back at the crowd and gave them all a shy smile. Shaking her golden-red hair, she bent to remove her skirt. Underneath, she wore a white lace garter belt and sheer white stockings. Only a triangle of pearly white satin was left to cover her tight little mound.
He heard Kris groan, and his lover adjusted his own Santa costume.
The sheer beauty of the curvy stripper brought Nick’s attention back to the stage.
God, she really does look like Lilly!
He remembered the last time he’d seen his Lilly. Tears had shimmered in those striking blue-green eyes. The pain of his breakup with her still clung around his heart. It was foolish to think about it, to hurt over it after so many years.
She told me to go to hell and said she never wanted to see me again, and she meant it.
He looked around for something to take his mind off the old, obsessive thoughts of Lilly. His gaze rested on his best friend.
Kris’s fair hair curled enticingly at the neck. Because of the warmth of the many bodies in the room, the younger man had removed his red satin Santa coat. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and his eyes glittered with a jewel-like quality, revealing both his fae heritage and his lust as he watched Lacey’s every move onstage.
Nick was so damn lucky to have Kris. Kris was easygoing, solid and kind, with what could only be described as a sort of goodness shimmering softly from arctic-blue eyes. And yet his laid-back nature, his goodness or kindness, for want of better words, never made Kris boring, because Nick knew well passion simmered underneath.
At the moment, Kris was totally absorbed in the stripper onstage. Nick smiled to himself.
He felt under the table and found the opening of Kris’s Santa pants.