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eyes opened wide, focused on the bright arch that would bring him to the
    open street. So near yet so far.

    Reindeer Games

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    A second hand slid down and underneath the skirt of Lon’s jacket to cup and
    press his erection. “Feels like you did,” murmured that dark molasses voice.
    Lon shuddered, his eyes closing of their own accord as shards of pleasure
    ripped through him. Wod. He’d know that voice anywhere.
    Hot breath caressed the back of his ear just before teeth gently nipped at the
    point. “Come with me, little Lon.”
    A halfhearted protest gurgled in Lon’s throat, but his feeble attempt to free
    himself went unnoticed as he was whisked away. Quicker than Lon would have
    imagined, Wod swept him into the open moonlight of Santa Claus Lane, then back
    into the darkness of the road across from Dasher’s. Lon dangled like a sack tucked
    under one of Wod’s arms, with Wod’s large hand still over his mouth to keep him
    silent. He didn’t think he could have cried out. By the time it occurred to him, they’d
    come in sight of Wod’s house. Dancer’s cottage was similar to Dasher’s in shape and
    size. But beyond Dancer’s place, there were no trees, just the open space of the
    escarpment that broke down the far side of the hill to the meadows and frozen river
    far below. Only one window contained a dim light, matching the same that shone
    through the open front door. Lon watched in mingled horror and strange
    anticipation as the door came closer, until Wod carted him through it.
    He grunted when he landed in the center of a plush couch. The piece of
    furniture was clearly built for humans, thus double wide, with ample room for
    smaller elves. With Lon’s shoulders against the back, his feet barely dangled over
    the front edge. Around him, he only got the impression of dark-colored furniture in
    a cozy, dimly lit room. The scent of mulled wine hung in the air, buoyed by the
    merry crackle of flames.
    The front door slammed shut, and a lamp flared to life, adding its light to that
    from the fireplace in front of Lon. Wod crossed the room to stand before him,
    effectively blotting out sight of the room, his hands on slim hips. “Well?”
    Lon’s voice caught in his throat. He had never seen another elf look so
    imposing. Clad only in snug, stretch velvet pants in what might be dark green, Wod

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    looked so very large. Lon could have sworn he was ten feet rather than five. His
    long, wavy hair looked black in this light, with just a few crimson strands shining in
    the dark. It was bound in a tail that trailed over the great expanse of one broad
    shoulder and bisected his chest. Lon had never appreciated the truly golden sheen
    to Wod’s skin before, nor noted the length of his neck or the strong set of his angry
    jaw. His eyes were large, with even more of a slant than most elves’, and completely
    black in the dimness. Currently narrowed, they looked almost bestial, as though
    Wod’s other shape was carnivorous, not a reindeer.
    When Lon didn’t speak, Wod’s chin tipped forward, and a shorter fringe of hair
    spilled over his forehead to shadow his eyes. “ Well ?”
    Still Lon couldn’t speak, captivated by those eyes. So mysterious, so much
    darker than most of the eyes he knew. He should say something, but all thought
    escaped his present state of mind in front of this fearsome creature.
    Wod tilted his head to the side, exposing the quirk of one eyebrow. Then he
    smiled, a sensuous curl to the softest curves in his face. He leaned forward and
    propped a knee on the cushion to one side of Lon’s thighs. Thick, powerful arms
    came forward to brace on the back of the couch. “Have you nothing to say for
    yourself, little Lon?”
    Lon swallowed, and a small squeak escaped as he pushed into the softness
    behind him.
    Wod’s shadow engulfed him as the larger man leaned even closer. The thick
    tail of dark, wavy hair spilled into Lon’s lap as Wod’s face came closer. The scent