I stared up at the biggest mistletoe overhead—the dark green leaves, the red berries—wondering if the plant was real or plastic. It’d spread out over half the ceiling, growing from a large black pot in the corner of the room. Part of the greenery had curled around a chandelier that dripped in crystals. Floor-to-ceiling Tudor-styled windows overlooked a landscape of white mountains that stretched out as far as I could see. The backyard of my new home was pure wilderness, sitting on the edge of a cliff, and it left me in awe. I, the woman who’d never had much luck, was living here!

Tatum, Jax, and Leven would each have a room in the mansion, but the additional sleigh team Tatum recommended would be managed by him and reside in the nearby dorms.

Speaking of delicious men, the three in question slouched behind me on the L-shaped couch in their formal black attire. They’d removed their capes, much to my disapproval.

A blaze crackled and snapped in the fireplace, throwing shadows across the carpeted study. A Christmas tree towered near the window, and presents littered every spare corner in the room. Britta would be sure to try opening them once she arrived home. Considering she was whisked away to the toy workshop, I doubted she’d be back anytime soon.

Home!

The word floated on my mind. I’d lived in so many locations, and I hadn’t yet felt at home. But looking around this enormous house, the multitude of rooms, the men whom I’d intended to spend more time with and get to know better, I could easily settle down here. Heck, this was Santa’s Workshop in the North Pole! It might take months for that notion to finally settle in my thoughts, and it still boggled my mind what I’d gone through these past few weeks. Almost dying, meeting incredible guys, and somehow becoming Santa Claus. Me in charge of ensuring kids around the world got presents once a year. Insanity! Overwhelming. What if I screwed up?

The door to the study creaked open and a young man with the cutest short Mohawk and a butler’s outfit strolled in. Jax had explained to me that not all residents in the Workshop were either elves or Arietes, but I guessed this man had to be a reindeer shifter for his stature. He carried a silver platter with four glasses of milk and a plate piled high with snickerdoodle cookies.

He met my gaze. “Santa, as requested.” He set the food on the desk of the study and straightened his shoulders.

“Call me ‘Nickie,’” I said, smiling. “It’s so much less formal.”

One of the men chuckled from behind me, and I guessed it was Jax by the mischievous tone. I shook my head.

The man bowed. “Of course, Saint Nickie. Will there be anything else?”

I rolled the name over in my mind, and it would have to do until I convinced everyone working at the mansion to take a more laid-back approach.

“That’s it, thanks so much. Maybe take the rest of the day off.”

His eyes widened into orbs. “Are you certain?” He eyed the two enormous white sacks filled with unanswered letters near the desk. Something the elves would organize for gift distribution! And clearly the butler was somehow involved in this too, and I was sure I’d find out soon enough. Which I couldn’t wait for, but not today.

I nodded. “Yes, tell everyone to head home. I’m going to relax for the rest of the day.”

Again, one of the men cleared his throat behind me, but I ignored him.

The butler retreated, his mouth splitting into a huge smile, and closed the door behind him.

I turned as all three men sauntered my way. Leven glanced up at the mistletoe and back down at me. “Smart plan to send everyone home.” His sexy smirk screamed his real intentions, and before I could respond, he swooped me into his arms and kissed me. His tongue parted my lips, and I drowned beneath him, softening in his embrace.

If this was what he intended to do for the rest of the day, bring it on.

Another set of hands gripped my waist from behind me while someone else slid the fur shawl from around my shoulders. A line of kisses followed the sweep of my neck across my nape, and having so many hands and mouths on me ignited my own inner fire. It reminded me of my time in the sleigh with Leven and Jax, feeling drunk on their affection as if I’d had too much spiked egg nog. The idea of having multiple men at once turned me into a puddle. And my core already burned up.

Someone eased the zipper on the back of my dress down, and the fabric glided away from my body, sliding down my legs, leaving me wearing close to nothing. The fire chased away the chill, as did the three men who kept me warm.

I broke away from Leven, surrounded by three men who towered over me.

“Oh, Nickie, the things you do to me.” Jax pulled my hand to his heart as he stared me up and down, and I followed his gaze to my red lace bra and matching thong. Before leaving Austria, I’d made sure to visit the local town in search of a few sexy outfits for such an occasion. I was under no illusion that the four of us were headed that way. I hadn’t been able to get them out of my head ever since our nude encounter in the sauna.

“You like?” I flirted, batting my eyes as I swung my hips.

Tatum’s hands cupped my ass, his hot breath on my ear, and I moaned with desire. “I’m going to devour you.” His deep, husky voice undid me so fast, a shiver shot to the pit of my gut, and I chewed on my lower lip.

“Is that a promise?” I asked.

Three sets of sex-starved eyes settled on me, stripping me with their sights alone. There was so much more I wanted to discover about these men—their pasts, their favorite foods, and even what side of the bed they preferred. We had time to get to know each other now, and I’d never felt this excited to date someone. Which was the complete opposite of where I’d been in my life over a month ago, but so much had happened recently that had made me question my decisions in life. Like keeping everyone but Britta at arm’s length, terrified of getting hurt and being used. But if I did that the rest of my life, I’d end up alone forever. And Britta was right about what she’d said when we’d left California. She wouldn’t always be with me once she found someone special, or maybe headed to college, so I had to make a future for myself as well. The best place to start was with these three men who stirred my lust meter off the charts.

Leven slipped one bra strap off my shoulder, but I slapped him away. “Seems unfair you’re all still dressed.”

Leven and Jax smirked and almost in unison, pulled off their shirts. I reached out to touch their chiseled chests—rock-hard under my touch, tapering down to the most incredible abs. In seconds, they’d toed off their shoes, unzipped their pants, and stripped in one go. I laughed because there was no wasting time with them, and their cocks were erect and waiting. Just as divine as I remembered them from the sauna.

Jax collected my hand and guided me over to the couch while I looked behind me to find Tatum still dressed. I stretched out a hand to him, but he simply winked. What was he up to?

Jax spun me around to face him, our bodies pressed together, his hardness between us. And his mouth was on mine, tasting of chocolate, stealing my breath. He nibbled on my lip, and I moaned against him. Leven was behind me, his fingers hooking into the top of my panties and pulling them down my legs. I stepped out of them and his palms grasped my ass. His fingers slid in between my cheeks and lower until he found my slickness. He wasted no time and slid a finger into me.

I groaned, loving all their hands over me.

Jax spun me to face away from him before drawing me to sit on his lap on the couch.

Leven plodded down right next to us, his hand on my breasts, peeling the fabric down to reveal my nipples. His expression was so fucking sexy. I’d never had anyone look at me with such longing.

Music starting playing, a Christmas jingle, and I glanced up to find Tatum in the middle of the room, staring only at me. With the beat of the song, his shoulders swayed back and forth, his hands roaming to the buttons of his shirt and popped one open at a time in slow motion.

My mouth dropped open. I buzzed all over to watch him striptease.

“He takes dance lessons,” Jax whispered in my ear as he guided my legs on either side of his, spreading them open. Tatum’s eyes swelled, falling to the apex between my legs, fully revealed.

Butterflies swarmed through my gut. I was unable to wait for these men to claim me.

Tatum smoothly peeled his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, his hips giving a slight swing. I made it my mission to take dance lessons with Tatum. He glided a hand down the center of his chest and over his ripped abs. I would never have expected someone as serious as him to be into dancing and I loved his boldness, the way he rocked his hips, doing a tap-like dance, then he spun on the spot. His seductive gaze had me hypnotized.

Jax’s fingers trailed across my stomach. I giggled from his feathering touch as his hand descended over my short mound of hair. With two fingers, he prided open my lips further, and just having Tatum staring at me had me shivering with delight. I groaned as Jax fingered me. Leven leaned over me and took a nipple into his mouth, both turning me on so fucking fast, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on.

Tatum hadn’t moved at first, but then he rubbed the bulge inside his pants, his chest rising and falling fast. His wolf-like stare covered me in goosebumps.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” Jax said, never relenting in his strokes. I moaned, loving his hand in my hair. He drove me crazy by stopping his caressing, then starting and doing it over again. I felt electricity on my skin, my brain shutting down, and my primal desires rising.

“Please, Jax,” I begged, ready to explode, my back arching in anticipation.

He simply laughed.

Tatum didn’t take long to pop open the buttons on his black pants while kicking off his boots. He turned sideways, and in slow motion glided his trousers and boxers down his strong, muscular legs before stepping out of them.

He stood tall, proud, and so damn erect. His thickness had me gasping, and I needed him like I needed all the men. As if sensing my thoughts, he strode forward and took my hand, pulling me out of Jax’s lap and into his arms.

“You can strip for me anyday.” I purred the words.

“Next time, it’s your turn.” His voice was so gravelly and deep that a shudder of pleasure rocked through me. His hands fell to my hips and he lifted me, my feet rising off the floor. I snaked my legs around his waist.

“You ready, gorgeous?” he asked.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I said. “But do you have protection?” Something I realized now I should have asked back in the sleigh.

He smirked and with his free hand adjusted himself until the tip of his cock pressed onto my entrance. “No need. Arietes can’t get humans pregnant.”

That thought nestled in my mind, refusing to think about kids and my future with these men. We barely knew each other.

He kissed my nose and pushed into me, and I forgot everything.

I gripped his shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh as I held on. He lowered my hips over him, and I took all of him. I was so fucking wet and had never been this turned on by anyone, or even myself for that matter. If this was the start of what was to come, I was ready to explore my sexuality every single day with my men.

He fit deeply inside me, kissing me softly, coaxing a soft guttural sound from my chest.

Another warm body pressed up against my back, fingers prying open my butt cheeks and tantalizing my ass. I moaned loudly, needing this so incredibly much. I broke my kiss and twisted my head to find Jax behind me, smirking.

“Sexy sandwich?” he asked with a raised brow.

I laughed, and he guided his cock to my ass, rubbing it against the skin, as I was soaking down there. This wasn’t the first rear-door experience I’d had, and I loved the sensation, but I’d never had two men at once.

“You okay with this, sweetheart?” Jax asked.

“Stop talking,” I answered. “Make me explode.”

He grinned and glided into me, slowly at first, his hardness rubbing me as he drove into me, filling me. Tatum’s mouth was on my neck, his tongue tracing a line across my collarbone. I shivered in their arms and glanced over at Leven, who sat on the couch, his hands on his dick, watching us, his mouth slightly parted as if out of breath.

With both men deep inside me, my breaths raced. Tatum held my waist while Jax gripped my ass. And they both moved in unison, in and out, their friction stroking me to high heaven. They sped up, faster and harder, thrusting into me. I cried out with pleasure, my whole body shuddering between them.

Sweat rolled down my back, and the real world vanished. Just the growing electricity between my legs mattered, the guys’ guttural grunts, and me feeling as if I were suspended in the air. I adored how much they stretched me open, the exhilarating ache that squeezed at my core. Tatum’s eyes were glued to my bouncing breasts. The heat grew within me, claiming me.

And in a heartbeat, everything within unleashed. A sudden and harsh orgasm ripped through me. I screamed and convulsed, my pussy and ass squeezing their cocks. The wave of arousal thrummed and shook me.

Inspired by my explosion, the men seemed to follow suit, and both growled, squeezing me tightly between them as they pulsed inside me. Both bodies were burning up, sandwiching me, our breaths and sweat merging.

If they were going to fuck me like this all the time, I might just die and be teleported to heaven. That sounded so dorky, but I didn’t care. Shit! I had three of the hunkiest men in the world who wanted to worship the ground I walked on. This was something I intended to cherish; I would keep all three for myself. I had no idea if that was frowned upon up here at the Workshop, but the guys were okay with sharing, so I had to assume it wouldn’t be an issue.

Jax drew out first, then Tatum after as they lowered me on shaky legs. “You’re so beautiful,” Tatum said. “And you’re ours.”

“I’m not finished yet,” Jax added and he lifted my hand before kissing my knuckles. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so secure, like I didn’t have to worry constantly. This was a new start for me on so many fronts, and I had every intention of making our new life successful. To ensure Britta was happy but still get her schooling. To find out how to be a Santa and still help Manuel manage the distillery. But I also no longer wanted to forget my past, so I planned to bring Dylan up here to visit me, to tell him the truth and hope he didn’t freak.

Tatum and Jax embraced me, and I turned to Leven on the couch, his hardness waiting for me like a lolliepop, and I smiled his way, then walked toward him, swinging my hips.

His grin was contagious.

Without a word, I kneeled between his legs while the other two men sat on either side of Leven. I somehow got the impression that they were insatiable and could easily have had a sex marathon for a week straight. Heck, I was open to try anything with them.

Leven cradled my chin and tilted my head back to face him. “Anything you want is yours.” He stared down at his enormous length and back at me, waggling his eyebrows.

I laughed. “Well, if I make it through Christmas, we’ll have a whole year to explore everything I want.” I blew him a smooch.

Jax chuckled and blurted out, “You think you’ll have nothing to do after Christmas?”

“What are you talking about?” I glanced over to him.

“Your job as Santa extends far beyond just this festive season, gorgeous,” Leven added. “Valentine’s Day and Easter are just around the corner and they also fall under your responsibility.”

My head spun. “What the hell does that mean?” I couldn’t begin to comprehend what they were talking about. That overwhelming feeling pressed down on my shoulders at taking on more than Christmas. I didn’t even know what that required.

Tatum cleared his throat and pushed a strand of hair off my face. “Don’t worry about that now. Tonight is our time to celebrate your new life.”

So many questions buzzed through my mind like persistent mosquitos on a balmy night. I couldn’t work out what Santa Claus had to do with the other holidays, but I also didn’t want to let uncertainty come between me and these men having the best time. I’d done that for too long, and I needed a fresh start.

“This is your home now,” Leven said.

And he was right. I’d met three men who reminded me that not everyone in the world wanted to hurt Britta and me. Wonderful people existed in the world, and I’d met a few in my life.

“Thank you,” was all I said. “And be prepared to spend a lot of time with me, when I can fit you in.” I smirked and laughed.

Jax nodded his head, grinning widely, fist-pumping the air.

I turned to Leven and stared down at the hardness waiting for me. So I offered him my sexiest grin and lowered my mouth over his shaft.

He groaned, reclining against the couch, his hand in my hair. I inched my lips over him, taking him as deeply as my mouth allowed. I flicked him all over with my tongue, my mouth flooding with the sweetest taste of cherry candy canes.

I sucked him hard as I pulled off him. “Holy fuck, Leven. Your lips and your cock tastes like candy!” My gaze settled on the other two, sitting there with their cocks erect and ready. Yep, I was the luckiest woman in the world!

Spirit of Christmas is book 1 in the Spirit series. Sign up to my newsletter for announcements on the release of the Spirit of Valentine’s coming very soon.