The Alien Before Christmas: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance, page 1
The Alien Before Christmas
Luna Hunter
Copyright 2019 Luna Hunter.
Published by Luna Hunter at Amazon.
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Luna Hunter, please do not reproduce illegally.
Contents
About this book
1. Emma
2. Emma
3. Nikolax
4. Emma
5. Emma
6. Nikolax
7. Emma
8. Emma
9. Emma
10. Nikolax
11. Emma
12. Emma
13. Emma
14. Emma
15. Nikolax
Epilogue
Also by Luna Hunter
About this book
Snowed in.
Not gonna lie, it doesn’t look great.
Rescued by an alien.
Not sure how to feel about this? He’s kinda hot, with his massive blue body, his feline eyes and towering horns… okay, scratch that. He’s super hot. But, he’s also an alien. So there’s that.
And he’s Santa.
Wait what?
EMMA
Chasing a lead got me snowed in, hundreds of miles away from home in my beat-up old car. I close my eyes for a brief second to ward off the cold, and I awake to find myself in a luxurious cabin, cared for by a gorgeous alien male.
He sternly forbids me from leaving my room. What else can I do but disobey?
What I discover shocks me to my very core. A workshop. Reindeer. Flipping elves.
The broad-chested alien hunk is no-one other than Santa himself.
And now that I know his secret… he’s never letting me go.
NIKOLAX
Interfering with humanity is strictly forbidden by the Council.
I break that rule once a year on the 25th of December. I try to spread a little joy, and bring a smile to the faces of those who need it the most.
And then I find Emma, cold and alone, and I break every rule there is.
For she is the one, my mate, my everything. I can feel it in my horns.
There's only one problem... if the Council knows she's at my workshop, they will hunt us down to the edge of the galaxy. Can I keep her my secret? And is true love worth risking the wrath of the galaxy's most dangerous entity?
THE ALIEN BEFORE CHRISTMAS is a standalone story, HEA guaranteed! Enjoy!
Emma
All I can see is snow.
My windscreen wipers can barely keep up, making the bumpy road hard to see. Luckily, there’s barely any traffic out here. In fact, there’s barely anything out here.
I’m driving as forth north as the road will take me. The engine sputters and I hold my breath, my knuckles turning white as I squeeze the steering wheel.
“Come on, girl. Just a few more miles. You’ve got this. Please!”
My car picks up speed once more, and I dare to breathe again. My eyes dart quickly to the fuel meter, and another wave of anxiety washes over me. The last gas station I passed was a full day ago. I’m close to reaching the point where I have to turn back, or else I’ll die out there. I’ve only got one jerrycan left.
Still no sign of any Russian spy planes, though. And I can’t come back empty handed. My little sister is counting on me!
Perhaps a little music will calm my nerves. I hit play, and a second later Anna’s favorite Christmas tunes drown out the sounds of the cold, icy wind.
I can’t help but smile. Anna has always loved Christmas. She’s been talking about it non-stop for months, and the big day is only a week away now. Anna’s the best little sister any girl could ever ask for, kind, loving and generous. She even gave me her favorite teddy bear — Mister Snuggles — to keep me company when I told her I had to take a trip for work. I tried to say no, but she insisted.
“It’s just you and me now, Mister Snuggles,” I say to the teddy bear sitting in the passenger seat. “Civilization is a day’s travel behind us. There’s nothing in this frozen wasteland except for us two.”
The bear doesn’t respond.
“Don’t judge me like that, Snugs. You don’t mind if call you Snugs, don’t you? Well, not like you are going to raise many objections. That’s what I thought. Look, I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I shouldn’t have lied to Anna, or to Mom, but what do you expect me to do? Tell them the truth? You want me to tell my sick little sister that I lost my dream job at HushGurl because I missed too many days of work going to the hospital with her? No way, Mister Snuggles. My whole family is dealing with enough stress at it is, so I’ll just keep it a secret for now. They don’t have to know.”
I know logically Mister Snuggles is only a stuffed toy, but still I can feel his glass eyes judging me.
“Okay, I hear you, Snugs. You are right. Perhaps this lonely car ride is taking a toll on me mentally, because I’m now talking to a stuffed bear. Gotcha. However, saying things out loud helps me work through them, so just bear with me, okay? Get it? Because you’re a bear? Nothing? Tough crowd. As I was saying: My feed was blowing up with stories about UFO sightings above Alaska and Northern Canada. And you know as well as I do that aliens don’t exist. So that means that it has got to be experimental Russian spy planes. All I have to do is get some good, clear pictures of them. I’ll be able to write up a good blog post, I’ll go viral, the clicks will come rolling in, and HushGurl will have no choice but to take me back. With a raise! Don’t you see, Mister Snuggles, that my plan is fool proof?”
Right on cue a big bump in the road causes me to hit my head against the roof.
“Ow! Okay, you’re right, Snug-Snug. Perhaps my beat up, twenty year old car isn’t perfectly suited for the Arctic conditions that we’re in. I’ll give you that one. We’re nearly there though. I can sense it. Any moment now. You hear that, Russian spies? Go ahead and fly past now with those fancy new planes of yours. Oh yeah, and if it could stop snowing as well, that would be great.”
The Christmas music abruptly cuts out, and a mere second later the engine dies on me. Panic grips my throat as I squeeze the steering wheel.
“Come on, not now! Hey, you’re right, I’ll turn back now, okay? I’ll turn. I’m sorry, you’re not made for this cold. I see that now. You need to keep working though. Just a little bit longer, and I’ll take you to a nice warm garage, okay?”
The car is as talkative as Mister Snuggles was.
I’m stranded in the middle of nowhere. Cold, icy winds whip the side of my car, flowing in through every small crack. Snow accomeulates on my windshield, quickly hiding the world from my view.
I’m in a lot of trouble.
I grab my phone but there’s no reception this far north. My battery is almost dead, too.
“Don’t even say it, Mister Snuggles. I can hear you judging me, and it’s not helping. If you’ve got a plan, I’d love to hear it. Wait, is that… did you see that?! Right there!”
Something zoomed past us in the distance, a streak of red. I grab my phone and open the camera app as quickly as I can. With my hands trembling from excitement I peer out through the small piece of my windshield that hasn’t been covered in snow yet and snap as many photos as I can of the moving object up high in the sky.
I open my gallery, my heart racing. I zoom in on the photo, and my excitement turns to disbelief.
That spy plane looks a lot like a… sleigh? And are those… reindeer?
No, that can’t be right. The cold must be making my phone glitch, or the object was moving too fast to get a proper picture…
I grab Mister Snuggles and hug him tightly. He smells like home. A home that’s far, far away right now.
“I did my best, Snuggy,” I say. I curl up with the toy, hugging my knees to my chest. “It’s getting really cold. I’m going to take a quick nap, okay? I’ll close my eyes for just a second, and then we can drive back home…”
NIKOLAX
The cold wind is whipping through my long, white hair. I breathe in the crisp air and belt out a big sigh. Christmas is almost upon us, the one night in the year that I leave my hideout to visit the denizens of this humble little planet.
It’s strictly forbidden by the Intergalactic Council, but I can’t help but spread a little joy. This world needs it.
“What do you think, sir?” The elf looks at me expectantly, a screwdriver still tucked behind his pointy left ear.
“You have done excellent work, Sugarplum,” I say. “She runs smoother than ever.”
“Oh thank you! Thank you, sir!”
I have insisted the elves call me Nikolax a thousand times over, but that’s elves for you. Polite to a fault.
I gaze upon the frozen wasteland… and a little dot catches my eye. Strange. There ought to be nothing out here. No human travels this far north, for they can’t survive in this arctic climate. They have big hearts but squishy bodies, these humans.
I tug on my reins and guide my reindeer towards the dot. It’s hard to see straight through the snowstorm, but as we get closer, I can make out the shape of a human vehicle. An automobile, if I’m not mistaken.
What in jingle bells is an automobile doing this far north?!
I set my sleigh down on the ground and walk towards the vehicle, my heavy b oots barely leaving an imprint on the thick snow as I approach. I wipe the snow from the front window and peer in.
An absolutely gorgeous human female is curled up in the driver’s seat, a teddy bear clutched in her arms. It looks like she’s asleep, but her skin is pale, and her full lips are tinted blue.
This female is dying.
What is she doing all the way out there?! This is no place for a human. Especially not one so underdressed for the harsh elements.
“You have to save her, sir!” Sugarplum says. He’s jumping up and down to get a peek. “She doesn’t look too good!”
“You are correct, my dear elf,” I say. “But the Intergalactic Council strongly forbids interfering with the locals.”
“That hasn’t stopped you before, sir.”
I chuckle. “True. But she is too far gone to take her to a hospital. I’ll have to take her back to the workshop — but we must hide everything from her! If she knows the truth about who I am… she can never leave.”
Having this beautiful human female by my side for all eternity does sound appealing, but I push the thought away quickly. My mission is to guard Earth. Not to mingle with them. No matter how lonely I get.
I pull the door open, take off my red coat and wrap it around the human female. I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to my sleigh.
“Take us back, Sugarplum,” I say as I rub my thumb across her cold cheek.
My touch has the power to heal and already her cheeks take on a faint, pink glow, but if I am to save her life…
I will need to touch her a whole lot more.
Emma
I feel… strong, powerful hands.
All over my body.
And they feel good. Warmth spreads from their fingertips as they gently massage my naked skin, releasing all of the tension inside of me and filling me with pure bliss. All I remember is being cold. The cold was so deep I could feel it in my very bones.
Now, I feel downright amazing. It’s like I’m floating on the clouds themselves.
My eyes open as my consciousness returns, my brain slowly making sense of the world again. It feels like I’m waking up from the deepest, heaviest sleep of my life, and I want nothing more than to cling on to that snug feeling.
Outside the snowstorm rages on, beating against the windows, but I am inside, warm and comfortable in this gorgeous bath. I spot a decorated tree outside, swaying in the breeze. It must be quite a special tree to survive this far north.
The walls are made out of dark wood, giving the place a rustic, cozy feel. I must be in a cabin of sorts, but I’ve never seen a cabin this luxurious before.
The scent hits me a moment later. The bath smells like cinnamon, warm, inviting, cozy and merry. It instantly stirs memories of my mom baking cookies, of waiting patiently in front of the oven with Anna as we count down the minutes. It’s one of the many Christmas traditions in our family that I hold dear.
I glance down. Big blue hands glide across my belly and move towards my breasts, the fingertips gently brushing against my sensitive nipples.
That small touch is enough to send an electric pulse through my entire body, straight to my core. Where those magical hands go, warmth follows. Every fiber of my being feels like it’s being reborn.
I become aware of the fact that I’m leaning against someone. Someone exceptionally big and strong. I can feel all of his muscles pressing against my naked back, and below that I feel…
Oh my, is that his member?!
But it can’t be that big…
The hands move down my body, and my thighs open automatically. I don’t want this moment to stop. I crave his touch.
What’s going on? Am I dreaming… or am I in heaven?
As the hands touch my inner thighs and the juices between my legs begin to flow, I arch my back, a soft moan leaving my lips. Through half-opened eyes I see Mister Snuggles, perched on a chair in the corner of the room along with my clothes, and in a flash some memories return to me: My car giving up on me, the biting, all-compassing cold that seemed to envelop me, the feeling of loneliness, of sadness, of lost hope.
I turn around. What I see confirms my suspicions. Yep, I’m still dreaming and/or dead.
Looking back at me is an incredibly tall stranger with mysterious catlike eyes, blue skin, long white hair and a full white beard. Two small horns on the top of his head top off his alien look. I take a second to drink in his broad shoulders, his incredible pecs, his sculpted abs, his perfect jawline.
This man is alien, but he’s also incredibly, unbelievably, panty-melting gorgeous. Unfortunately, bubbles cover the water’s surface, preventing me from seeing all that this man has to offer.
“Am I dead?” I manage to whisper, my voice hoarse.
The man shakes his head. “No. But you were close. I found you just in time.”
“Are you… an angel?”
“Not quite.”
He leans forward and presses his full lips against my forehead, taking me by complete surprise. I close my eyes and savor the feeling. Something about this man puts me right at ease.
“Don’t think too much, little girl. You have just awoken. Take it slow.”
I try to understand where I am, but my mind is still clouded. It feels like there’s blizzard raging in there.
Whatever it is that’s on my mind, I’m sure it’s not that important. I ease back into his arms and the stranger pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his strong arms around me protectively.
“You are safe now, my girl,” he says.
My naked butt bumps into something incredibly big and hard underwater, and heat rushes straight to my core when I realize what just happened.
His hard, throbbing manhood is nestled perfectly between my round cheeks.
The stranger moves his hands back to my hard nipples. A soft moan leaves my lips the moment he touches them. Desire floods me, and I arch my back and push my bottom back against him, enjoying the feeling of his hardness throbbing against me immensely.
“You’re a bad girl aren’t you?” the man says. His deep, authoritative voice makes my wetness grow.
“Am not,” I whisper. All of my attention is focused on his strong hands gliding towards my inner thighs. I spread my legs ever so slightly, craving more of his magic touch.
“Only bad girls get this wet,” he says as his big hand slips between my legs and cups my core. He taps my sensitive place gently, and I moan deeply.
There’s something about this man’s touch that sets my body on fire. He’s making me act shameless. I’ve never felt like this before, so out of control, so unrestrained.
“Please,” I say, thrusting my hips. He moves his hand back, teasing me. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please,” I say, biting down on my bottom lip. I’m so freaking close. I’ve never been this frustrated, this plain sexual before.
I have precisely zero experience with guys. It’s never been a priority — Anna has always been my number one priority, and caring for her left little time for other interests.
Of course I’ve ‘explored’ myself. My co-workers at HushGurl told me about toys that made my ears turn bright red. They had tantalizing names like the Jack Hammer and the Dragon Slayer. I admit I ordered a few. Okay, all of them. And they were… interesting. But no toy, no matter how elaborate, no many how many different vibration options it has, compares to this.
Nothing can compare to the feeling of hot breath tickling my throat, of the hard member throbbing against my bottom, of his fingers spreading my lips apart, of my thumping nub being a mere fraction away from his strong fingers, my body just aching to be touched.
“You have to say it,” the man commands me. He lightly taps me, and a bolt of electricity shoots straight through my frame. A soft, guttural moan leaves my lips.
Try as I might, it’s impossible to disobey him. The timbre of his voice demands obedience. And truth be told, my body wants nothing more than to give in completely.
