Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
And as I came down again, crying out for more and promising him everything, it meant lightning.
There was pain and pleasure and I could feel my orgasm exploding out of me…and then there was nothing.
As I floated back down to reality, I managed to wrap my arms around Saint and snuggle closer. “Found you.”
He made a quiet happy sound as he ran a tentacle over my head. “I am here to be found, my Colby.”
“Always here for me.” Feeling a bit punch-drunk, I nuzzled against him and forced my arms to give him a hug. “Knew you were special from the first time I saw you, my mate.”
Best Santa ever.
“You made me feel special and safe.” Kissing his torso, I trailed my fingers over the tentacles I could reach and loved the happy sound he made. “You smiled at me and I felt so important to you. I’d started to think mates weren’t real and then there you were.”
“You were there, my Colby.” Gently caressing me, Saint kissed my cheek and held me close. “I knew I would find my mate. You were unexpected, but I found you.”
“You found me and then you took care of me. You loved me.” Because I was his mate and he was born to love me. “I love you, my Saint.”
My Santa.
My Dom.
My mate.
My everything.
Epilogue
Colby
Christmas Morning
I was never going to get used to living with a morning person. “You’re already awake, aren’t you?”
Saint sighed and I felt a ripple like he’d shrugged. “I have been quiet, my Colby.”
Technically, yes.
“I could feel you thinking.” And I knew without opening my eyes that he was looking at the tiny tree over in the corner…well…tiny bush. It was not a tree no matter what he wanted to call it, but it was cute and made him over-the-moon happy. “And looking at your presents, my Saint.”
His bubbly laughter made him sound like a kid. “I have presents, my Colby. Gifts from my mate.”
And he loved constantly reminding everyone who could hear us about it.
“Are you ready to open your presents?” I knew the answer, but he wrapped me up in his limbs and pulled me onto his lap, grinning ear to ear.
“You may require more sleep, my Colby. You had much pleasures last night.” Saint wasn’t wrong about that.
One of my presents had been orgasms incredible enough to make me cry out my pleasure as he’d described it. He wanted everyone in the building to know how amazing his mate was, and he’d been very diligent about making sure he succeeded.
They were competitive in the most interesting ways.
“We can take a nap after breakfast later.” There was going to be a big brunch because they’d gotten into the spirit of Christmas and bought presents for the staff. I was curious about the gifts and looking forward to the cinnamon rolls I’d been promised. “Presents first.”
Then caffeine and sugar.
“There is an offer of coffee delivery as your present, my Colby.” Saint sounded like he didn’t understand it but he was repeating the offer anyway. “I am wondering if practicing being a delivery driver is a present, however.”
Well, the story of how they decided that was a cool job to aim for would definitely be a good present.
“Yes, thank you. That would be a lovely present.” Denying one of them the chance to practice being nice to a mate would be mean too. “And then you, my Saint, can help me get ready for company.”
They didn’t care about naked, but I did.
“We shall handle your erection and have you drained before we have visitors.” Saint picked me up before we could talk about not calling it draining me again. “Then we shall have presents.”
He was so excited, he was almost rubbing his tentacles together like a greedy human villain. “I am a highly accomplished mate, my Colby. You will enjoy my presents.”
Yep, because he was good at buying but terrible at keeping secrets. So I already knew I was going to love my new e-reader and the signed special edition of my favorite book he’d somehow gotten for me.
“I can’t wait.” Coffee, new books, and cinnamon rolls with all our nosy friends.
What else could a mate want for the holidays?
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