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  My name bursting from her lips with such uninhibited power pushed me over. How she knew my name didn’t matter. I erupted, pumping wad after wad after wad of cum into her sex. Flooding her with my pleasure just as she’d flooded me with hers. We both cried out, our screams silencing the surrounding wildlife (even that damn voyeuristic kookaburra), filling the rainforest with the undeniable sounds of our wildness.

  Pulsating release thumped through me, surging jolts of raw energy. Chrissie took it all, milking me of every last drop until, unable to stand anymore, I collapsed to the soft sandy soil beneath the tree.

  Chrissie came with me, laughing, giggling, holding onto me with a strength that bespoke of an unwillingness to let go. I totally agreed with her. There was no way I was letting her go either. She shucked her way up my prone body a little, gazing down at me with shining eyes, her wings fluttering behind her, cooling us both. ‘Wow.’

  I reached up and cupped her jaw, tracing my thumb along the fullness of her bottom lip. ‘Wow.’

  We didn’t move for a long time, both too spent and dumbstruck to find words, letting our heartbeats slowly return to a normal pace.

  ‘Wow,’ she said again, softer.

  I smiled and smoothed my hands up over her ass, loving the way it felt under my palms. Firm, warm and entirely squeezable. I opened my mouth, perhaps to tell her that’s exactly what I was going to do — squeeze her ass — or perhaps to say something utterly inane and corny, who knows. My brain still hadn’t caught up with my body and was lingering somewhere in incoherent sexual bliss. I opened my mouth to say something and heard the bells jingling again. The sleigh bells.

  Reality hit me like an avalanche of snow.

  Shit. Christmas.

  I snapped my head around, staring over Chrissie’s shoulder (her very lovely, very kissable shoulder) at the distant beach, searching for the sleigh wreck and any wandering reindeer. Damn. I had to go, I had a job to — The sleigh stood upright, cargo area fully loaded with a massive sack stuffed full of brightly wrapped presents, the four-legged, fur-covered propulsion units harnessed to it, waiting patiently, Rudolph’s nose glowing a low, contented red.

  I sat upright, taking Chrissie with me. What the?

  A big man walked around the back of the sleigh, his whiter-than-white beard gleaming in the full moon’s glow, his bright red shorts, bright red T-shirt and bright red Stetson looking comically practical. But then again, my uncle had always been practical, despite being one of the most famous magical creatures in history.

  Sparkling blue eyes locked on us across the stretch of beach and he raised his hand to the brim of his hat, a knowing grin making his chubby pink cheeks even chubbier. ‘Merry Christmas, you two,’ I heard him say, even though at least 200 yards of beach separated us. With fluid grace, so surreal in a man so portly and old, he leapt up into his sleigh and lifted the reins, the reindeer immediately shuffling into alert readiness. He dropped us a sly wink. ‘I don’t need to ask if you like your Christmas presents, do I?’

  Chrissie burst out laughing and she pressed her wonderfully naked — well, just wonderfully wonderful — body closer to mine. ‘No, Old Man Claus, you don’t. Thank you.’ She turned back to me and cupped my jaw in her long, delicate hands, her wings beating a steady rhythm that echoed my heartbeat to perfection. ‘Thank you.’

  I gazed up at her, my blood quickening at the pure happiness and desire I saw shimmering in her remarkable green eyes. ‘Presents?’ I murmured, feeling my cock grow thick and long in the snug folds of her sex.

  ‘I’ll explain later,’ she murmured back, a small grin pulling at her lips. And with that, four vines snaked out of the bush and wrapped around my wrists and ankles, stretching me spread-eagle on my back. I looked up at her, lust and hunger surging through me, making my cock spasm deep in her pussy.

  She tilted at the hips, her nipples brushing my chest, her lips nibbling on mine. ‘Well,’ she whispered, running her hands down the length of my body until they found my rapidly swelling balls. ‘Maybe after I’ve unwrapped my present again.’

  Her tongue dipped into my mouth, her fingers cupped my sac and way off in the distance — high in the sky — the sound of jingling bells tinkled on the air and I heard my uncle laugh.

  Then Chrissie shifted her hips, took me deeper into her body and nothing else mattered except her. My present. I’d always wanted to experience a hot Christmas Down Under. And I planned on doing so again and again and again.

  Chrissie bit my bottom lip and chuckled lowly into my mouth. ‘Oh, yeah.’

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  ISBN: 9780857991034

  Title: A Sprite’s Tale

  Copyright © 2013 by Lexxie Couper

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