Book Six: Chapter 108

“Nope, I’m fine.” Mike shook his head, a small grin playing on his lips despite the absurdity of the situation. He reached out and grabbed the oversized thermos that Mrs. Claus had brought down, unscrewing the lid with a practiced flick of his wrist. He poured a generous steaming serving of the thick, dark liquid into a mug and slammed it back in one go.

The rich, sugary beverage trickled down his throat, providing a sudden burst of warmth just as his glans popped past the sensitive ring of Holly’s tonsils. The dual sensation of the scalding cocoa and the intimate pressure caused him to moan and choke at the same time, a sound that echoed strangely in the large, festive kitchen.

“Yeah, that’s really good,” he said, his voice coming out raspy and strained as he cleared his throat. He set the cup back on the silver tray with a definitive clink. “Tink can use that one later, don’t worry. We’re mar