As a young stag-shifter, all Pembroke dreams of is being harnessed to Santa’s sleigh. Yet his world comes crashing down when Santa is slain by the imposter Frost.<br><br>War erupts in the Arctic Circle, pitting elf against reindeer, and Pembroke is sent on a perilous mission. If he fails, his herd will be lost. When the mission goes awry, the stag-shifter must put his trust in an unlikely ally.<br><br>Where does one turn in a land of ice and blood? What happens when the enemy infiltrates your heart? What begins as a wavering alliance just might take Pembroke farther than he ever imagined.

Sugar Plum'd

Pembroke lay atop the creature, his weight pressing it into the ground.


The elf’s lips, a plush smile, glittery with the gold of dust and Kahani.


Pembroke looked at it, tasting the dust mixed with his own jism.


He tasted the dust on his tongue mingling with the sweet pollen of the Kahani.


Pembroke closed his eyes, imagining Kassel lying beneath him.


His thick cock stabbed at the creature’s pink sack until he found the warmth gleaming beneath.


The hole sparkled with the golden Kahani paste like one of the Toy-Maker’s rings.


Pembroke grabbed the elf by its ankles and threw its legs over his shoulders.


A shudder of revulsion paired with excitement rippled through the reindeer’s body. He had never been with an elf, even before they had betrayed the Toy-Maker.


But this one, now anointed with the scent of his mother’s bloom…


It was as if Cee herself was in the wafting pollen.


Chapter 17