Bells and Chains (Operation Reindeer Retrieval Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

who controls the weather.”
    “I thought the name was Donner?” He frowned.
    “The old name is Donder. Thunder. All of us have our own speciality, and mine is weather. I pull back the storms so that we can fly quickly.” She blushed.
    “So, you are definitely needed for the team.” He looked a little disappointed.
    “We all are. That is why we would not skip out on our one day. Santa must have panicked when he called in the elves to send us home.”
    “Probably. We weren’t sent out to send you home; we were sent out to bring you home. The magic that took you from the workshop put you near our long-term assignments. I don’t think that was an accident.”
    Titan was slowly turning under pressure from Bern’s thighs.
    “I don’t think it was an accident either, but I am not sure of the purpose.”
    He pulled her against him, and Titan surged forward. Her hips slammed against his, and each thundering step of the horse under her drove her against him. Her orgasm didn’t creep up on her. Halfway to the stables, she shuddered and clutched at Bern, her body twitching and shivering in the grips of a release she had not anticipated.
    Bern kissed her as the aftershocks gripped her and Titan pranced proudly. She wanted to smack the horse for what he had done; the rhythm to his steps had had a definite purpose.
    When they reached the barn, one of the subs took Titan, and Bern swept Doni into his arms.
    “I can walk perfectly well.” Her bag smacked against her side. She had forgotten she had it on.
    “I know, and yet, I am enjoying this. You may want to be an equal, but that means you will also have to give in to the desires of your partner.”
    She scowled. To her surprise, he didn’t head for the common areas of the house; instead, he moved into a wing that had been untouched by the decorations and the club in general. It was what the manor house actually seemed to be on the exterior.
    Antiques, portraits, couches, even porcelain flower arrangements were all around. He walked her past all of those and into his bedroom.
    She smiled. There were no chains, no leather—other than what he was wearing—and no weird assortment of toys. It was a simple bedroom, and she enjoyed the look of it.
    He set her on her feet and removed her bag, putting it to one side. Her sweater went next and then the long-sleeved shirt she had been wearing under it.
    She was methodically stripped until she was shivering in nothing but her skin and the silvery snowflake tattoo.
    He stroked the tattoo, and he obviously felt the magic under the marking. The leather he wore creaked as he admired her.
    Reindeer didn’t get cold, so the shivering her body was doing had to do with him staring at her. It was a new sensation, to be admired for what she looked like. Normally when folks saw her, she was nine feet tall and pulling a sleigh. The man who had written about eight tiny reindeer had been guessing. He saw what he wanted to see.
    Bern worked the leather off, undoing clasps and fasteners that defied description. His skin was a pale gold, all even, and she had to smirk at that. Elves didn’t tan. They were the colour they were born to.
    His erection was straight, thick and long. The hair that crowned it was the same dark scarlet as the long mane that cascaded down his back.
    She pressed a hand to his chest. “Show me what you really look like. Your glamour is good, but I can see bits of you peeking out now and then.”
    “Only if you engage in that equality that you want so badly.”
    “You’ll show me yours if I show you mine, as the humans say?” she smirked.
    “Exactly.”
    Doni took a deep breath and let her horns out, let her skin glow and embraced the change in her ears and eyes.
    His skin took on a transparent gleam, his hair rippled and glittered like rubies, and his eyes were deep onyx in a golden translucent ocean. It was as if he were made of gems.
    His skin was hot, and she looked up at him as he was staring down at her in wonder.