An Alpha for Christmas

Chapter 3: Dolly Kissing Santa Claus

Chapter 3: Dolly Kissing Santa Claus

Nick

My mate was safe and sound in my arms. My wolf was loving this. I was pretty pleased myself. She was the last thing I had expected to encounter today. Naughty kids, nice kids, impatient disillusioned parents, a super-strict elf with a decade of Santa’s helper experience. All those things hadn’t surprised me but she had really thrown me for a loop. And she had been drunk out of her mind. Not exactly the picture of elegance I had thought my future Luna would be.

I looked down at her pretty full pink lips. She was forgiven.

“Does Dolly…” I began, trying to choose my words carefully as I carried Dolly to her mother’s mini-van.

“Does Dolly what?” Asked her mother sharply.

How did I ask her mother “Does Dolly have a drinking problem?” Without totally offending her.

“I like a beer or two after work,” I said, laughing. “So I’m not judging but uh…”

Her mother was not liking this topic.

“My daughter is not an alcoholic,” said her mother sternly.

“Of course not,” I said quickly. “Mrs Tree, right?” I confirmed, assuming she had the same surname as her daughter.

Dolly Anna Elizabeth Tree. That name was already burned to my brain. I had heard her mother yell it and I would never forget it. I was lucky her mother came along at that moment. Dolly’s wiggling about in my lap had been a few seconds away from making me hard. Not exactly appropriate for the volunteer job I was doing.

“Yes,” said Mrs Tree stiffly. “Where do I know you from?” She questioned.

I took my sunglasses off. I was just wearing them to be a tad incognito. Most pack members would recognise me fairly easily so I didn’t want to spoil the illusion for the kids by having their parents blurt my name out. I pulled my beard down and took the wig and hat off. Mrs Tree gasped, covering her hands with her mouth.

“Oh, Alpha, I’m so sorry! I didn’t recognise you there!” She said.

“I’m not the Alpha yet, not until Christmas Day,” I said hopefully, technically making me unable to fulfil Dolly’s Christmas Wish until Christmas Day.

A heat stirred in me at the very thought. I carefully laid Dolly down on the backseat, using a folded up jacket to cradle her head in. Her wavy hair was tousled. I wanted to run my fingers through it but her mother was looking at me intently.

“Well, you should get her home,” I said, knowing it would be too creepy to ask her mother for her number.

I had her full name. That should be enough.

“Okay,” said her Mom.

I could tell she was mind-linking the other family members. They quickly congregated outside the van. My mate’s brother was eye-level with me. I was shocked. Dolly did not get the height in this family because he took it all.

“Nole!” He said, giving me an ‘I know you like my sister and I don’t like you for it’ look.

I shook his hand.

“Nick,” I said.

“Hi, Nick!” Said a girl with a deep complexion who was glued to his side. “I’m Joy!”

I smiled.

“Hey Joy,” I said, matching the name to the face. “I know about you. Dad said you wrapped a lot of the presents we gave out today. Thank you very much!”

“Aw, no prob! Noel helped!” She said, calling Nole Noel.

“Is it No-…” I began.

“No!” Said Nole. “It’s not Noel. It’s Nole.”

He hadn’t corrected her but I had let my drunk mate skip the line and make a scene so I wasn’t one to question the allowances we gave our mates. I understood him. I nodded.

“Got it, Nole,” I said.

My mate had two sisters and one of them was pregnant. I suddenly felt a bit panicked. What if Dolly was in a serious relationship already? Oh wait no, she had just asked for a well-endowed man for Christmas. I relaxed and waved as they all piled into the car. Nole held open the door for Joy. They were the last two to get in. I had mind-linked my head elf and he had arrived just in time, begrudgingly handing over the gift. I could tell he knew who it was for and he did not approve.

“Joy, can you give this one to Dolly please when she wakes up?” I asked before she got in, holding out a present.

It was from the pile and Dolly was entitled to it. She had sat on my lap. Plus, I wanted her to open it and think about me. I hoped it was a teddy bear or something. I wished I had peeked at some of the gifts. Joy looked me up and down with a smirk on her face and then took the gift.

“I figured as much,” said Joy, a knowing smile on her face.

“Merry Christmas,” I called.

“Sure, Santa,” said Joy cheekily.

Nole Noel glared at me. It was just a little present from the pile. He slowly got into the car after his mate and slammed the door shut. Well fine then.

“Bye Noel!” I yelled spitefully as they pulled off.

Dolly

I hadn’t bargained on any of this when I went to check on the milk and cookies I had left out for Santa. The living room fire was out, with nothing but fading embers left, yet I wasn’t the least bit cold. In fact I was burning up with this hulking handsome man on top of me, pressing me into the couch. The fake fluffy white and the faux-fur trimmed red hat lay on top of the rest of his abandoned disguise. This imposter was definitely not Santa.

He kissed me ravenously, nipping at my lips. I squeaked in surprise and he ran his tongue along the nipped skin, soothing it. He kissed his way down my jaw and neck, lingering near by marking spot and biting it without breaking skin. I shuddered as thrill after thrill passed through me. There was an intense heat in my lower torso and something told me that was where he was headed as he kissed his way down my front, through the fabric of my nightgown. He hiked up the nightgown, pushing it up to reveal my thighs, my tummy and then my breasts so he could finally get at my skin. He covered my right nipple with his hot mouth, swirling his tongue round and round it, teasing it, making it harden and pebble. His other hand was pinching my left nipple. I moaned as a mixture of intense pleasure and mild pain coursed through me. He moved his mouth to my left nipple while his fingers caressed my wet right nipple, circling it with the pad of his thumb.

He trailed his kisses down my torso, stopping at my bellybutton to dart his tongue in and out. I squealed in surprise. His lips reached my pelvis just as his hands gripped the fabric of my panty, ripping them off. I shrieked in surprise and then moaned as his mouth covered my vulva. He ran his tongue up and down the my folds, parting them with each and every lick, stopping just shy of my clit and making me grumble in frustration. He did this several times before I gripped his silky hair with my hands and pulled his face towards my clit. He smirked before darting his tongue deep inside of me. I moaned as his tongue swirled around my vulva and then sucked on my clit.

Fuck. I swore inwardly as he focused all of his attention on my pussy.

“Don’t come until I give you permission to. You don’t want to be on the naughty list, do you?” He asked, his deep voice making me even wetter.

He zeroed in on my clit and I found myself instinctively rocking my hips back and forth, moving my clit against his face. I moaned loudly as I lost my inhibition. The pressure inside me built until it was close to bursting. I cried out as my orgasm caught me off guard. I screamed and my toes curled as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to cum,” he said, his voice as smooth as butter.

He didn’t sound at all angry, just merely amused. He flipped me over, eliciting a squeak of surprise from me. I was still feeling the echoes of my orgasm when he slapped my behind, making my butt cheeks quiver. I squealed.

“I’ll go easy on you. It was a first-time infraction,” he chuckled, spanking me twice more, prolonging my orgasm.

He flipped me back to face him.

“If you become a repeat offender, I won’t go easy on you!” He warned me. “Understand?” He asked, grasping my chin.

I nodded meekly.

“Good,” he said, brushing his nose against mine.

I was now extremely wet, making it easy for his huge erect member to slide deep inside of my pussy. My pussy clung to him as he pulled almost all the way out before filling me again. I gasped at the sensation. In. Out. In. Out. I was whimpering under him as he stroked my insides with his cock. I gripped his shoulders as he began thrusting wildly in and out.

“Are you ready for me, Baby?” He asked.

I was almost entirely sure he meant to cum in me. I was right. He continued to slide in and out of me until I was moaning mess. I could feel every ridge of his thick long cock as it slid slowly in and out of me, teasing and tantalising me. He began to pick up the pace. I moaned, hyperaware of the tension and pressure building within me. I needed a release.

“Do you want to cum, Baby?” He asked.

I nodded eagerly as I held onto him tightly. He practically crushed me to him as he began pumping in and out of me faster and faster, taking me higher and higher until I was one rough stroke from exploding with pleasure.

“Cum, now!” He commanded.

My body reacted to his command. I came, letting out a scream, as pussy spasmed around his cock, triggering his own release. He groaned loudly as he spurted into me, filling me. We lay there panting for a few short moments with him still inside of me. Remarkably, he soon became hard again.

“Are you ready to go again?” He asked.

I nodded fervently.

“I can’t hear you!” He said snidely.

“I’m ready!” I repeated impatiently.

“Ready for what?” Grumbled a familiar voice.

My eyes snapped open. Nole was frowning at me and Joy was looking at me with her eyebrows raised in amusement. I sat up suddenly. The room spun as I tried to get up and walk. I swayed on the spot a little.

“Easy does it,” cooed Joy encouragingly, gently guiding me back to my bed and helping me sit down.

“Since when are you a drunk?” Asked Nole, folding his arms.

“It won’t happen again,” I mumbled sheepishly.

“Your secret Santa left you a present,” said Joy excitedly.

I felt a rush of emotion. I took the present. It was a box wrapped with glittery red and green plaid wrapping paper with a big gold bow on top. I unwrapped it carefully taking off the tape slowly. My brother frowned at me. Nole absolutely hated my liking for preserving wrapping paper. I never actually got around to reusing all the wrapping paper I saved but it was always there in case of necessity. Joy patiently waited with a smile on her face the whole time. Finally I got to the small pink cardboard box underneath and looked inside. It was a red and green braided bracelet with a single charm on it. The charm was a little rose gold-toned key. The was a tag on the bracelet that said: Wear me until I accidentally fall off, then your wish will come true. I took the tag off and put the bracelet on my left wrist. I smiled at it.

“It’s super cute,” squeaked Joy.

I remembered the hot Santa from Uncle Frosty’s and my dream.

“Who is this from?” I asked.

“Your secret Santa!” Teased Joy, with a meaningful wink.

“I hope I run into him again,” I mumbled more to myself as I regarded the bracelet.

“You’ll have a hard time not to,” muttered Nole.

What was that supposed to mean? I felt like they were withholding some vital piece of information from me.

“How long have I been out by the way?” I wondered.

“All night,” said Joy, her expression grave. “We were kinda worried!”

“Oh my…what time is it?!” I demanded, standing up again.

“Nine o’ clock,” said Nole nonchalantly.

I wasn’t woozy anymore. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush clearing my mind.

“I’m an hour late! Alpha Nicholas is gonna fire me!” I yelped.