Jingle Those Bells Wolf

Lacey had worked tending bar for three months now after her teaching job had fallen victim to the recession. At 23, she had obviously been hired for her heaving DD's that didn't need a push-up to sit pretty and her flat toned stomach that goosebumped from the bare mid-drift uniform every time the door to Howie's opened. Her bright red hair was tied into a high ponytail that bounced when she walked.

Weaving through the barstools, she couldn't help but take note of all the lonely bastards that showed up on Christmas Eve to avoid their families. She walked whiskey shots around like water glasses.

A chill ran down her spine, and knowing it wasn't the breeze from the door, she spun around. Deep brown eyes set in a rugged face caught her eye. He used two fingers to gesture her to come, and she found herself taking a step towards him.

Scanning him up and down, she noted everything from the hug of his jeans on his things, to the wide spread of his thick arms and the cocky smug grin he wore like an accessory.

"What can I get you?" Lacey asked, cocking her hip to her side, as she rested the tray on table.

His smile didn't shift as he just watched her, saying nothing.

Her green eyes broke from his first, as her confidence faded. Who was he anyway? Just some lonely ass guy at a bar on Christmas.

"Working on Christmas Eve, must have no one waiting for you," he said, and his voice ran up her spine like a hot caress in a back room and he hadn't even said anything sexy.

"Well," she began shifting from foot to foot. It had been almost three years since she ended things with the college tool who she'd caught cheating on her with her roommate. Obviously her flirting needed work. Still, she felt her cheeks go hot, was he insulting her? "At least I'm not alone at a bar."

He chuckled, but when she looked up, his eyes were chilled, calculating. "No? I don't see anyone waiting around to take you home little one and with a uniform like that, I doubt your parents are in the picture," he said, his eyes wandering to her skin tight jeans that squeezed her slim form tightly.

How dare her? "Asshole," she growled, turning away and storming off. Two hours later, and the guys still sat near the edge of the bar. She could feel his eyes on her, even as she began to close, and she'd be lying if she said those eyes hadn't forced her to go refresh herself in the restroom a few times that evening. Lacey had volunteered to close because Fred the bar owner actually had a wife and Carmen, the other waitress had a fiance.

"Last Call," she shouted to the few old men who still littered the bar. One by one, the paid their tabs and headed off in cabs or on foot into the cold night. Most too wasted to bother asking for their keys.

She kept glancing over to the still occupied corner as she cleared the till. What the hell is he still doing here, she wondered as she cleared the till. Catching herself glancing over at him for the billionth time. Looking back down at the till, she didn't notice him walk up to the bar until she heard the squealing of the bar stool as he dragged it out and took a seat.

She didn't look up, feeling his presence like a bitch in heat. She felt her body roll hot, her cheeks turn pink, and he stomach soak with sweat. Her lithe stomach was not the only thing dripping moisture, but her breath caught as he spoke.

"I think I owe you an apology for my earlier rudeness. It's nice to meet you Lacey, I'm Evan," he said, his voice ragged and charming.

"I think you're an ass," she heard herself say, fighting the urge to dive over the bar and into his lap. "We're closed; you can leave any time."

Evan smiled, and his eyes said he saw straight through her. Still the way his chest heaved sent more moisture to her already drenched nether regions.

He reached forwards and flicked two jingle bells attached to the napkin dispenser. "Ah, but you see, I have a package that really needs delivering, and something tells me you're available," he muttered and Lacey's jaw dropped along with the bills she'd been counting.

Evan smirked, and his eyes bore into hers. She felt, mesmerized. He was beautiful, that gruff jaw, and those big muscular arms that looked like they could throw her around and those thick thighs that suggested just how adept he was at plunging forwards. All those same things made him frightening as hell, but she was thinking with something other than her brain as three years of vibrators had her moving out from behind the bar.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, coyly from under thick lashes.

He had her pressed up against the bar with his tongue plunged into her mouth before she heard the barstool clatter to the floor.

Propping her ass up on the bar, she had her legs wrapped around him and her chest pressed so hard against him it actually hurt as he dominated her mouth. She let him abuse her mouth for a moment, but gasped away when she heard the sound of her t-shirt tearing away.

"Hey," she yelled, but lost her voice as sunk his head down to her generous breasts. "Ohhhh..." she moaned as he folded down her bra and flicked the nipple ring on one of her quarter sized areola.

"These are certainly a nice touch," he muttered, snapping off her bra with practiced ease, and tracing his thumb along the outside of her breasts.

Using his thumbs he took his time flicking and tugging at the rings, before finally, using a hand, to reach downwards. "Tell me, did I have you this wound up all night, little one? Were you waiting for me?" he whispered, as he plunged a finger into her tight slick folds.

She blushed and moaned as her pussy gripped tight around the intruder. "God yes," she grunted trying to force him deeper. He provided a second finger, then a third as she continued to rockets against him on a bar, her beautiful tits dancing before him.

He pulled his hand out and backed away so she could shimmy out of her jeans. Evan smirked as her panties fell to the ground, completely soaked. "Beautiful," he muttered, and Lacey grinned, pleased.

Dropping to her knees, she started to unbutton him holding his gaze, but the moment his jeans fell to the ground her eyes found a knew target. It was bigger than anything she'd seen. Her last boyfriend had been around five inches, and little to remember circumference wise, but this guys. Was twice that and then some. Her pussy drooled at the prospect of trying, but she couldn't help but consider that there was no way that was going to fit.

Utterly distracted, she barely noticed as he began to fiddle with her nipple rings until she heard a sparkling jingle as the small weight dropped on her nipples. She jolted upright and heard them jingle.

"Ho Ho Ho," he whispered, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and heaved her back to the bar, stroking himself, as he leaned down, and began to explore a whole new part of his Christmas present.

Lacey writhed and screamed to climax as his tongue danced letters around her clit before diving all the way home. He kept licking away her juices from her oversensitive pussy, recalling the member that was waiting for her.

Fear drove her back to the surface. He had since removed his shirt and her fingers met with a marble hard chest coated in wispy black curls.

Her chest jingled as he smiled and twisted her legs until her stomach rested on the bar and he between her legs. "Are you ready?" he whispered into her ear as she felt his huge head line up to her much too small entrance.

"Please, can't I just blow you?" She begged. "I think you're too big."

He chuckled again, and this time she felt the sound as it traveled through his torso and down his back. "Now little one, that would be no way for me to mate with my bitch for the first time, would it?" he asked, and something about the way he said it sent a shock down her spine, and this time real fear echoed through her.

Mate? What the hell did that mean? She attempted to jolt upright, but his handheld her down over the bar as he began to inch carefully into her, as if attempting to be gentle. Her little hold had to stretch and stretch to accommodate his girth, but when he was as deep as she went, she couldn't feel his balls yet, and new with a sick lurch there was more to come.

He gave her only a moment before lurching back and stuffing himself back in, gaining only another inch, with three inches still waiting. The bells on her chest sang with each thrust as he drew back and sank back in.

Ring. "Oh god," she screamed, the pain beginning to cross with pleasure even as he forced deeper into her.

Ring. "Please," she called, and even as his head pushed through her cervix, she was pretty sure she wasn't begging him to stop.

Ring. "Fuck," she cried, and this time, his balls rested firmly against her ass, but what the hell was that. Was that fur?

Ring. "Oh," she screamed, as he really began to drive home.

Ring.

Ring Ring.

Ring ring ring ring.

She felt herself explode around him and still he drove, driving her so high, the pain and pleasure threatened to take her under. Then, as he buried flush against her ass, she felt a new burst of pain as teeth buried into her shoulder, and if it was possible, the cock inside her seemed to widen instead of shrink.

Her chest was still heaving as she felt the licks of cum streaming inside her. Oh god, she'd forgotten protection. She began to squirm away, loving the feeling, but knowing she needed to empty herself, but found herself stuck.

"Did you enjoy that, my little one?" Evan asked, and now Lacey really began to panic.

"Let me go," she whimpered, feeling lodged stuck and he held his arms around her legs to hold her still.

"You'll have to wait a while, I'm afraid the knot needs time to go down, love," he said, and she realized there was genuine affection in his voice.

"I don't even know you," she whined, not understanding.

"You'll have to get to my little elf," he said, flicking at the bells on her nipples. "After all, a wolf mates for life."