A Syn For Christmas

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TAIGE CRENSHAW

A Syn for Christmas A Savoy Valley Story

Short Story

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Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw All rights reserved. TC Number: 0-03120-550-TCS6 No Portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form. Cover Art copyright © 2006 MMJ Designs

A Syn for Christmas

“Santa Baby come down my chimney tonight?” Katrina Moore belted out in a flawless alto voice while doing a shimmy of her hips. Bending over she continued to sing and shake her butt as she unpacked the box. “I’ve been an awfully good girl.” Humming she stood to put the item in her elaborate display she was working on. Today was Christmas Eve and it was a tradition that the store owners along the Shopper’s Strip – the nickname the locals called the area aptly named Nirvana. Each store owner used the type of merchandise they sold to create a special display eye catching display. Cutthroat is also what it was. The contest that was judged by Savoy Valley town officials was a chance for bragging rights for the year and the storeowners took it seriously. Last year they had almost came to blows when the winner was announced. Since it had involved one of Savoy Valley’s unique residents who could burn you alive with just a touch the two town Mayor’s had to step in and make piece. Bending back to her box Katrina thought about her best friend A’rlian Ramus who was involved in the debacle last year and chuckled. Hell it had taken Z’ilrin – one of the Mayor’s – use of his own power of frost to stop her. Stopping a minute Katrina looked outside her front store window at the unusually deserted street of Nirvana. It was only six am and in one hour it would be a madhouse in her store, Deepest Desire, with last minute shopping. Katrina counted herself lucky to have found Savoy Valley years ago when she needed a new place to live. When she had arrived she had never even know exactly what made Savoy Valley so unique just that it had felt like home. It was amazing that there was a place that both humans and supernatural beings could exist in peace. It wasn’t until she had been a resident for over a year she had seen what really made Savoy Valley different. At the time she hadn’t realized 3 Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw

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they were testing her to see if she could fit in. If she had reacted differently she knew that the mind wipers would have came for her and she would have found herself somewhere wondering how the heck she had gotten there. A’rlian, her best friend, had explained this all after she had almost given her a heart attack by flaming up out of the blue. Instead of running screaming as they thought she would Katrina had grabbed a fire extinguisher and tried to stop her friend from burning to a crisp. She hadn’t appreciated A’rlian reaction. Running her hand through her hair then down to touch her eyebrows even after five years Katrina mourned their loss. Her hair, which before the great flame incident as she called it had tended to hang straight and be easy to handle while her eyebrows had been full. Now her hair curled with a mind of it’s own while her eyebrows had permeant deep gold streaks through it. Five to be exact on each side. One for each of A’rlian fingers. After the incident Katrina had been pissed that A’rlian hadn’t told her but after she explained the rules and why there was two Mayor’s - one supernatural and one human she had still been pissed. Since she had passed the test she had watched as many other who hadn’t be removed and never to return. Savoy Valley was a close-knit community and those TR - temporary residents - who didn’t know the secrets were blocked until they underwent their own test. Sinai, the owner of Dark Realm, the shop across the street waved at her as he passed. Watching him Katrina saw him pass through the walls into his store then the light clicked on. She shook her head Sinai hated the doors. He had muttered something about a fellow Sidhe who had the power of uncontrollable lust was after him. Katrina looked at the clock and cursed getting back to her box. She picked up her singing again.

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“Santa cutie come down my chimney tonight?” Standing she added another piece to her display. Bending over she rolled her hips and wagged her butt. “I’ve been a awfully good girl.” “Katrina.” Katrina’s blood boiled at the sound of the one person she wished would forget where Savoy Valley was. He was her nemesis and to her everlasting anguish her brother’s best friend. "Kat." Gritting her teeth he knew she hated when he called her that. He did it to annoy her. Just like he breathed the air around her or tempted her in those perfectly tailored suited. The way he looked in a suit should be declared illegal. Good she hated him. Please who you kidding you want to strip him naked and eat him alive. Silently Katrina admitted to herself she was a fool. Any thoughts of him should be marked and circled with a big fat NO. "Kat." She jumped at the sharp sound of his sonorous voice. From his tone, she realized he had called her before. With a deep breath, she covered up her inattention and turned to look at him as she said. "Stop call-” the words stuck in her throat as she took in what he was wearing or lack of. All that luscious skin dark chocolate skin was showing. In his open pale gray shirt she could see he had a six-pack. Hell it wasn’t a fake trying to be one. It had all ridges and angles, which begged for her tongue all over it. It made her mouth water thinking about it. Jerking her eye up she met his amused emerald green eyes. Stiffening she lifted her chin and asked. “What the hell do you want?" She waited for his answer. He raised an eyebrow and watched her silently. 5 Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw

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Crossing her hands under her breast she returned his look with one of her own. His smile was slow and deliberate. He looked past her at her display. “Interesting.” Katrina fought not to blush. She had wanted to win this year so she had gone more daring. Glancing at her display she took in the elaborate bedroom scene, which had the satin sheet in cream and hunter green. On the bed she had laid the more risqué of her pieces in an artful way while her mannequin’s she had specially ordered were I n a passionate embrace in the middle of the bed. She wasn’t finished and had more to do but you could get the idea where she was going. Turning back to him she asked again. ”What do you want?” "Why are you afraid of me?" He didn’t even look at her when he asked. Automatically she answered, “You’re to damn hot for your own good.” Slapping her hand over her mouth Katrina silently cursed her wayward tongue. “Ah that’s it.” Rolling her eyes Katrina replied. "Don’t let it go to your head. Sinai is just as hot.” She was pleased to see him frown and glance across the street at Sinai’s store. Since Sinai looked like a fallen Greek Adonis she knew he believed her. “I’ve got things to do. Get out.” Turning her back on him she picked up her next item. “I want to fuck you Katrina and I’m tired of waiting for you to come to me.” Shocked Katrina dropped the item back in the box and turned to look at him. A gasp slipped from her lips at the look of hunger on his 6 Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw

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face. He stepped into her. Standing so close together, she could smell his delectable masculine scent. "It’s time to stop running Kat." The dark seduction in his voice almost made her knees buckle. Wetness polled in where she started to throb and her nipples started to ache. Locking her knees together, Katrina refused to give in to her basic need. Her eyes narrowed. "Go away.” “No.” “Why are you here?" "You." His answered without any hesitation. Katrina saw his intent to kiss her on his face. She could have stopped him but curiosity stilled her from doing so. He was tender yet forceful. The soft and luscious feel of his mouth against her made her move closer. She could have resisted if his kiss had been forceful but the combination of both weakened her. Her hands reached up and dragged him to her as her knees buckled. His strong arms caught her to him tight against his rigid body. She could feel his long length pressing against her stomach. With a desperate sound Katrina ran her hand over his chest and around his neck using it as leverage to pull herself up. She raised her left leg around him rubbing against him. Her aching pussy begged for relief that could only be filled with his hard cock. With a rough sound, he pulled her deeper into the curve of his body pressing a hand firmly against her ass grinding against her. His tongue stroked along hers. With each swiped of his tongue Katrina’s pussy pulsed in preparation for his taking. He murmured incoherent phrases eating at her mouth. Suddenly he stopped. With effort, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "A night, Kat. One night of anything we want is what I want." he paused then continued. "Tonight." 7 Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw

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The intent on his face made her hot. Turning swiftly he walked away towards the door. Watching the sensuous grace he moved Katrina tried to catch her breath. Suddenly he stopped, turned around then with swift strides came back to her. She didn't have time to prepare as he hauled her into his arms and kissed her again. Savage and with ruthless possession. His tongue forced her lips open then he sucked her tongue into his mouth mating. Just as suddenly he started he let her go then walked quickly to the door and left. When the door close behind him Katrina watched through the window as he walked away. Katrina raised her hand to her lips and touched them. Her body throbbed. Turning on shaking legs Katrina went back to her office to compose herself.

!!! Later that afternoon, Katrina stood with the rest of the crowd as the prizes for the window displays were announced. “The winner is Katrina Moore.” Hearing her name Katrina whooped and went to get her prize. Accepted it and the congratulation of the various town officials there she stepped back into the crowd as the partying started. Walking through the revelry Katrina felt like she was being watched. Absently she glanced through the crowd and her breath stalled in her lungs as she met wicked emerald green eyes. His stare was possessive and was almost like a physical touch. Taking in his masculine face, she forgot about everything around her. Dropping her eyes she watched his six feet - four muscular frame in a hunter green suit that fit him perfectly. Glancing back at his face, she watched the wicked grin that curved his lips. He raised one strong masculine hand and beckoned her over.

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Ignoring him she went the other way. Losing herself in the party she chatted with the others. Suddenly a hand slipped around her waist. Katrina stiffened then realizing it was him she tried to move away. He held her firmly. Absently she heard the other greet him. “Mayor Ellis it’s good to see you.” She didn’t pay attention to his response. The feel of his hand on her back was distracting her. Before she could gather her thoughts he had steered her away from the crowd. “Are you ready to go?” He asked standing close to her. Shaking her head Katrina replied. “I’m not going anywhere with you Synclare Ellis ." He leaned in a whispered in her ear. "Say it again." Confused Katrina asked. "What?' "Syn." Her eyes widened realizing what she had done. She never called him by his name. Instead using Mayor Ellis to keep distance. Making a decision Katrina grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her. They were silent as they walked down to the deserted area by her store. Opening the door she stepped inside. Before she could close the door she was suddenly pushed up against it. She started to turn towards him but his hands gripped her silently sopping her. Syn kissed the back of her exposed neck then bit her. She gasped then moaned. Suddenly he turned her around, kissing her deeply. He stroked his tongue into her mouth and ate at her lips. His fingers were busy taking off clothing. He growled deeply into her throat. The cool air barely touched her skin before he lifted and pressed his straining erection into her aching slit. The feel of his hard cock scorched the walls of her pussy as he sank into her. His slow thrust was driving her insane. Finally he was embedded within her. Her back pressed against the doorframe as he stroked deeper. Katrina clenched 9 Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw

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her legs tightly around him. The sight of the Christmas lights glanced off his face casting him in a shadowy glow. The feral look on his face showed how on edge he was. Pining her on the frame with his body he gripped the top of the doorframe swiveling his hips in a motion that made her pussy gush with pleasure. Opening her mouth she screamed her pleasure uncaring if anyone could heard. “Say it. “ Syn growled. “Syn.” Katrina moaned. “No, fuck me.” He demanded. Katrina eyes rolled back in her head as he followed each word with a hard thrust of his hips. “Fuck me.” She groaned in a voice she didn’t recognize as her own. His hands came off the doorframe and he clenched her hips drawing her back and forth against his rigid cock. She slid on his so wet from his taking. His cock pumped in and out of her soaked cunt. Arching her back she lifted her hips to take him deeper. “More.” Syn told her. “Yes,” she wailed. Closing his mouth on the side of her neck her bit her as he stabbed her with his cock filling her with such force she felt it clear up to her throat. Thrashing her head from side to side, Katrina closed her eyes and screaming from the intensity of it as it sent her over the edge into an orgasm. It was too much. Still her continued to pound into her impaling her on his cock. Her fingers gripped his back pulling him closer. He rolled his hips and his cock stretched her. Her nails scratched deep into his back. With each stroke her inner pussy walls contracted with pleasure. The pressure built so rapidly that before her orgasm could fade, another overtook her. 10 Copyright © 2006 by Taige Crenshaw

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Katrina clenched her eyes tighter as the pleasure racked her with it’s fiery inferno. Syn pounding her with intense pressure all she could do was hold on, remember to breath and come. “Syn,” she screamed as her pussy constricted around him cock. “Kat.” His voice was a deep base as he continued to strive deeper and harder. His cock grew harder and harder. Heat scorched her as wave after wave of pleasure bombarded her. A growl rippled from his throat growing in strength as he exploded inside her. His body bucked and shuddered as he came and came soaking her with his pleasure. Katrina held onto him and contracted her inner pussy walls to milk all of him. Syn leaned into her as the doorway pressed into her back. After a while he looked at her and said. “I lied.” “What?” “I want more than a night.” Syn said and watched her. Kat looked at him in return and gulped at the look she saw in his eye. He grinned and kissed her. She felt her body pulse in preparation for a little more Syn.

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