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  “I keep telling them that.” Harry’s eyes locked on hers. “What do you need?”

  Of her own volition her hand when to his dick. Why fight amazing good fortune? “This. You. On me. Inside me.” It was hard to believe she’d just had sex with an angel, and yet Ella wanted more. Much, much more. Mathias awakened an insatiable hunger inside her.

  “Turn around,” Harry growled.

  The primal sound thrilled Ella. “Why?”

  “I like your ass and I want to fuck it.”

  Oh, yes please. I will never ask for another wish to come true again. “Really? It’s fat.” It wasn’t a part of her anatomy she wanted to show. Ella suspected cellulite was not a turn on.

  “It’s perfect to fuck.”

  For a moment she was speechless. It was like she had found herself in a parallel universe where she was now the most desirable woman to men. “I-er-um…” Strong hands gripped her waist, turning her to face the white tiles on the wall. Her legs were nudged apart as Harry’s hands pulled her hips back towards him.

  “Damn you’re beautiful.” Harry slapped her ass several times.

  Ella jumped in a mixture of shock and excitement. She had always thought spanking was rather overrated. Depends on whose hand is on your ass I guess. A volley of slaps landed on her backside. She shivered with anticipation.

  “Tell me to fuck your ass.”

  The low husky sound of his voice sent a burst of heat though her body. “No.”

  Once more Harry spanked her hard. “Say please fuck me hard, Harry.”

  “No.” Again the firm feel of a man’s hand bounced off her butt.

  “I could spank you all night and I know you’d enjoy it, but I really need to be inside you.”

  “So take me. Fuck me. Use me.” The words were out of her mouth before Ella realized how submissive she sounded. Harry pushed her against the tiles. He slid one finger inside her anus. Ella squealed. No one had ever done that before. She liked it.

  “First time to be ass fucked, beautiful?” Harry’s finger pushed in and out of her puckered hole.

  “Y-y-yes,” she choked out as another finger joined the first. The thought of a long, hard cock buried inside her made Ella push back for more.

  Harry laughed triumphantly, his fingers continuing to open her up. “Beg me.”

  “No.” Harry’s hand stilled and the other slapped her ass. The feel of fingers filling her and the reverberation of the slap almost made her come then and there. “Harry, I need —”

  “Say it.”

  “I’m begging you to fuck my ass.”

  He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “As a Christmas treat?”

  It was probably not what good girls were supposed to ask for. But what the hell. “Your dick inside my ass would be the best Christmas present.”

  Ella almost sobbed when he removed his fingers. She had become accustomed to the thrusting fullness. She pushed her butt back against him seeking more, and she got it. The unmistakable feel of the head of a dick pushed against her anus.

  “Relax.” Harry tightened his hold on her waist. “I’ll never let you fall.”

  “Oh Harry…” The feel of hot, surging cock invading her ass was so intense that Ella could not think straight for a moment. Pleasure and pain invaded her body at the same time. All she could do was feel and enjoy as he pushed as far up inside her as he could. When Harry started to move, in a slow, measured pace, Ella sighed in contentment. This was different to the frenzied fuck she’d enjoyed with Mathias. This was forbidden and they made it exciting in a different way.

  “You like it, beautiful?”

  “I love it.” And Ella felt such freedom in saying it.

  “You are so damn tight and it’s been so long that I know I’m going to come too soon.”

  The thought of that exhilarated Ella. Orgasms were great but knowing you could drive your lover to come, so out of control with need, was even better. “So come inside me.”

  And that’s when a naked Mathias came into the bathroom and stood watching them. “What the hell? Who’s this?”

  “He’s an elf.” Ella’s ass burned from the pounding she was receiving.

  Mathias crossed his arms over his chest, his legs spread and his cock standing at attention. It was a decidedly male stance designed to intimate. “He doesn’t look like an elf.”

  “I said that too.” Ella was between a rock and a hard place. And I like it. “Don’t stop,” she murmured to Harry.

  “Oh fuck, you shouldn’t have said that.” Harry stiffened and jerked against her as he came.

  The rush of hot semen was so intense and pleasurable that Ella sighed in satisfaction. Knowing Mathias watched made it more exciting. Was he turned on watching her being taken by another man?

  Harry pulled Ella back against him. “Leave us alone, man.”

  Ella was torn between the two men. One she had already fucked, the other was still inside her. Who’s a lucky girl? “He’s an angel.”

  “Figures,” Harry snorted as he turned to look at him. “He looks prissy.”

  Mathias dropped his arms, hands curling into fists. “I could kick your ass.”

  “Let me finish with the lady and we’ll see how tough you are.”

  “Boys, boys. There will be no ass kicking in my home. It’s Christmas. Peace on Earth and all that. Now as weird as this all is, I need a moment alone to try and work out what the hell is happening to me.” Ella couldn’t do that pinned to a wall by a dick.

  “I’m here to help you, baby.” Mathias’ eyes were soft on hers.

  “Me too, beautiful.” Harry pulled out of her, catching her as she began to sink to her knees.

  Ella turned in his arms and looked from one man to the other. “I’m going to finish my shower and then go to my room to think. It’s not everyday a girl gets two paranormal beings wanting to fuck her. Now leave me in peace, boys, and try not to beat each other’s brains out.”

  Chapter Four

  To be fair, they had left her alone in peace for an hour or so. But around midnight Ella was woken by the most amazing feeling. At first she thought she was dreaming, but when her hand reached down and encountered a man’s head between her thighs she knew she wasn’t.

  “I wanted to be the first one to make you come on Christmas Eve,” Mathias said as he lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “It’s one of my Christmas gifts to you.” Once more he lapped at her clit.

  “I never want to return this.” She jerked up as his mouth fastened on and sucked the pink flesh inside. Mathias was relentless. He did not stop until she came in his mouth.

  He lifted off of her body. “I’ll leave you to sleep, baby.” Mathias kissed her lips and started to leave the room.

  She raised herself up and looked at his stiffened dick. “But what about you?”

  “This was about giving you pleasure.”

  “You can’t leave like this. Come here. I want you to come in my mouth.”

  Mathias approached the bed, his cock twitching. “You don’t have to.”

  “I want to.” Ella sat up so her mouth was parallel to his cock. The head pushed between her lips and she fastened onto it, sucking hard as her hand stroked the shaft.

  “Oh, baby…”

  Ella wanted Mathias to come. She wanted to taste him on her lips, to savor who he was and never forget this moment.

  “Are you sure?”

  Ella nodded and sucked down the sudden spurt of cum that flooded her mouth. The musky, bitter fluid ran down her throat as she milked him dry. She was almost sorry when it ended.

  “Thank you.”

  “Oh, my pleasure. Merry Christmas, Mathias.”

  Two minutes later, Harry was astride her body, his cock resting on her breastbone. “I need your breasts around my dick. Push ‘em together, beautiful.”

  Where Mathias was gentle, Harry was rougher and more to the point. He demanded what he wanted, and he got it. Ella loved that about him. Her two lovers were such exciting
extremes that she knew she would have trouble giving either up if asked. “And if I don’t?”

  “I’ll never fuck your ass again and I know you liked it.”

  Oh, she did. Ella pushed her hands against her breasts sandwiching his cock. “Are you going to come on me?”

  “Yes.” Harry began thrusting between them.

  The chafing heat was exciting. “And if I don’t want that?”

  Harry laughed. “Oh you want my hot, sticking cum on you. I want you to wake up covered with my cum and remember you are a marked woman. My woman.”

  Oh yes. I want that. Harry’s thrusts became harder. Her tongue lashed out to tease and taste the tip of his dick with each surge. He growled at every darting lick that touched his flesh.

  “You drive me mad, woman.”

  “Come on me, Harry.” He pulled back, sitting up, cock in hand. As the first milking jets hit her body, Ella moaned. It was dirty and wrong but oh so good. Her fingers dipped into the cum, spreading it further on her skin.

  “You’re a bad girl.”

  “You’re a bad elf.”

  He grinned wickedly. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

  ****

  “I do not believe what I am seeing.” Cuthbert was shocked. Jealousy and intrigue as to why Neil had sent Mathias down to Earth overwhelmed him. He summoned Olivier and they made their way down to where he found out Mathias went. Neil may be all powerful but his secretary was a gossip and gave up information in a heartbeat.

  Olivier looked at the sleeping woman. “She’s lovely.”

  “She’s naked.” Cuthbert was appalled. It didn’t take a genius to work out what Mathias had been doing. “He’s been carnal with her.”

  Olivier laughed. “Carnal? I expect so and I have a feeling she enjoyed it. Uh oh, she’s waking up.”

  ****

  When Ella opened her eyes and saw a chubby man in white and another man, gazing at her with open admiration, she screamed and reached for the bed covers. “Who the hell are you?”

  “We’re from heaven,” the admiring one informed her, just as the door to the bedroom burst open and both Mathias and Harry pushed through.

  “Olivier? Cuthbert? What are you two doing here?” Mathias questioned.

  Harry clenched his fists. “Answer now or pay the consequences.”

  Ella finally came to her senses. “You know these two?”

  “They’re from up there.” Mathias pointed his finger heavenward. “Meddling again, Cuthbert?”

  The other one nodded. “It was killing him not knowing why Neil sent you down here.”

  “Clearly it wasn’t for debauchery.” The one in white snorted. “I’m going to tell Neil.”

  “Who is this prissy little shit?” Harry asked.

  The man in question looked agog at Harry’s tone. “Well, I never.”

  “No, your probably haven’t. You appear to be a dickless wonder,” Harry responded.

  Ella threw her hands up in the air. “All of you get out of my room.” One angel was a hell of a surprise. An elf was amazing, but this pair? Too much. “I need to get dressed and think, and I’m sure there’s a bunch of other stuff I should be doing.”

  “Baby —”

  “Beautiful —”

  The man in white, Cuthbert, turned to Mathias. “Why are you here if not for carnal relations?”

  “Not that it has anything to do with you but I’m here to save Ella. She was going to kill herself.”

  Ella sat up in shock at his words, the sheet dropping to expose her breasts. “No I wasn’t. I was depressed but not suicidal.”

  He stared at her tits. “Neil said you were but then he says things to make others react. And I did. I was concerned enough to come down to help you.”

  “So you had sex to save me?”

  Mathias nodded. “Well, it certainly seemed like a good idea to me.”

  “This is just too bizarre for words.” Ella looked at the one called Cuthbert. “Who’s Neil?”

  The one beside Cuthbert answered. “He’s God’s right hand man and that just kills Cuthbert.” The man in question fumed at that.

  Ella turned to Harry. “And Santa Claus? How does he fit in all this?”

  “You know, I’ve been thinking about that. I believe he was sick of me in the North Pole and decided this was the best way to get rid of me.”

  “Amazing…” What next?

  “I demand you come back and face God for your actions, Mathias. I know he would not approve of this—this—den of iniquity.”

  “Oh, for fuck sake, keep talking and I’ll punch you in the face, fatso.” Harry glared at him.

  Mathias sat down on the bed beside Ella. “I’m going to have to go back to shut Cuthbert up or he’ll never leave.”

  The thought pained Ella. “Will you get in trouble? Will you come back?”

  “No and yes.” Mathias kissed her softly.

  “I’ll look after Ella,” Harry said, offering a mischievous smile.

  “I will be back to claim what’s mine.” There was no doubt in Mathias’ voice. “Come on, Cuthbert. Let’s go back and de-knot your knickers.”

  ****

  Christmas Eve

  “So you didn’t get in trouble?” Ella was relieved when Mathias returned.

  “No, Neil was quite amused. I’m not sure of what his plan was, but I know he has some reason for letting me come back.”

  Mathias was in her home once more. Harry was there. She was naked. The possibilities were endless. Two complete opposites had wandered into her life and Ella wanted neither to leave.

  “I love you both. Call it madness to fall in love so fast but both of you have touched me, not just my body, but my soul in different ways. It’s the best Christmas gift I could have ever been given.”

  “You want us both?” Mathias looked at her, his expression thoughtful.

  Harry grinned. “You’re a dirty, naughty girl and I love that. I’m happy to share you, beautiful.”

  The rough, sexy sound of his words thrilled Ella. She turned to Mathias. “And you?” Please don’t leave me. His tenderness made her feel safe and adored.

  “I’ll do whatever makes you happy, baby,” responded Mathias, his hand reaching out to entwine with hers. “Besides, I plan to have you all to myself this time next Christmas.”

  “Bold words, angel.”

  “Try and prove me wrong, elf.”

  Ella smiled. This is going to be messy and exciting and I’m sure I’m going to wonder what the hell I was thinking, but damn I’m going to enjoy this. She reached for Harry’s hand, thankful these two men came into her life at just the right time. “Merry Christmas, boys.”

  The End.

  A Christmas Curse

  Copyright © 2010 Ericka Scott

  Chapter One

  Nerves flapped against Amanda Spaulding’s spine like a floundering fish. Why was she so nervous? People did this didn’t they—knocked on the door of an apartment or house where they once lived? The resident would either let her look around or say no. No biggie either way.

  Yet, it was.

  She gazed at the gleaming apartment numbers. 666. You’d think with superstitions being what they were, the apartment management would have skipped this particular number. Raising her hand, she paused and then took a deep breath. No biggie.

  The first knock went unanswered. It was awfully late on Christmas Eve, almost eleven o’clock, but it had taken her this long to work up the courage to come. She raised her hand again and hesitated. Perhaps the resident was asleep or out for the evening, although the sound of canned laughter wafted through the door. One more knock. If no one answered this last summons, she’d leave.

  As her knuckles brushed the wood, the door opened. Whatever she’d been expecting, this man was not it. Tall, muscular, shirtless. Low slung sweats showed off his well-defined abs and an incredibly sexy, Apollo’s belt. His dark hair was slicked back, still damp from a shower and provided contrast to the brilliant blue of his eyes.
He looked so good, and she was an emotional wreck inside and out. She tossed her hair out of her eyes, wondering if she’d even run a brush through it today.

  “Yes?”

  Her courage failed her. She should just go, come back another day, except life didn’t guarantee the next minute let alone the next day, week, or year. If only the resident had been a kind old lady, she’d have known what to say.

  “Can I help you?” He gave her an inquisitive look, one dark eyebrow raised high.

  A hot flush crept up her neck. “You’re going to think this is weird.”

  “I am?”

  Surprised, she got a flash of a wicked sense of humor. “Well, maybe not. I used to live here—”

  “What?” The man’s expression went from mildly amused to intense. “When?”

  “Years ago.” Amanda wondered what she’d said to pique his interest, but nervousness over her own quest kept her from pursuing the thought. She gave a small laugh to cover her embarrassment. “When I was a little girl. Again, I know this sounds odd, but I was wondering if I could come in and look around. I’m Amanda Spaulding, by the way.”

  “Hi, Amanda. I’m Frank Moran.” The door was already open wide, but her Adonis stepped aside with a flourish. “Mi casa es su casa.”

  Almost literally, Amanda reflected. The apartment was owned by her father, although they hadn’t lived there since that fateful night.

  An involuntary shiver shot through her as she walked through the door. The musky scent of body wash hung in the humid air, a direct contrast to the heavy balm from the funeral flowers her father used to bring home every evening. God, she didn’t miss that in the least.

  The couch, the chair, even the old-fashioned television console were exactly as she remembered. On the edge of the fireplace mantle, one limp red felt stocking hung from a large nail. Amanda’s name, written in glitter and glue, still sparkled. The oil painting of a much younger Jeremy Spaulding, sole heir to the Spaulding & Sons Mortuary, hung on the wall. There were no sons in her generation, and Amanda often wondered if she’d change the name of the place when she inherited the business. Perhaps the lack of a male heir was responsible for her dad’s somber expression. Thinking back, she couldn’t remember a time when a true smile broke the mask he wore.