A Serengeti Christmas Read Free

laugh.
What a way to celebrate the holiday. Merry fucking
Christmas.
    Her second realization was that she still
wanted him. The tight burn of her heat was cooler now, but it was
by no means gone. She‘d need him inside her again soon.
    It was going to be one hell of a holy
night.
    * * * * *
    Caleb opened his eyes on Christmas morning
with an optimism he hadn‘t felt in years. That optimism was
instantly crushed. The room was empty. Shana had taken off.
Again.
    Then the sound of running water penetrated
his brain. Seconds later, Shana strolled out of the bathroom. She
paused in the doorway when she saw him watching her. He knew he
must look half-rabid, but for that fraction of a second when he
thought she‘d left him again, he‘d forgotten how to breathe.
    “Merry Christmas,” she said, tossing her hair
back over her shoulder. She wasn‘t wearing a stitch and his mouth
went dry at the sight of her.
    Merry Christmas to me. “Uh-huh.”
    Her emerald eyes narrowed and she propped a
hand on her hip. “You‘re wearing that look.”
    “What?”
    “That look,” she insisted. “The one like
you‘re wondering what the hell I‘m still doing here. Don‘t worry. I
was just leaving. You can go back to sleep.”
    “This isn‘t that look.”
    “It looks like the look.”
    He shook his head. “Not the look.”
    She tipped her head to the side, and for just
a second beneath all her bravado, he saw a glimmer of
vulnerability. “So you want me to stay or what?”
    “Stay.” It was more a command than a request,
but Shana didn‘t seem to mind.
    Her face cleared instantly and she flashed
him a wicked smile. “Good, because I have an idea. Close your
eyes.”
    He didn‘t want to take his eyes off her until
he was certain she wasn‘t going to bolt. “Shana, I don‘t
think—”
    “For fuck‘s sake, Caleb. I don‘t trust you
either, but it‘s not like I‘m gonna chop off your balls. Just close
your fucking eyes, okay? I wanna give you a present.”
    A present. Caleb closed his eyes, trusting
his ears would tell him if her present was her patented
disappearing act. He heard her pad over to the bedside, then felt
the bed dip slightly under her weight.
    A moment later, her voice came, husky and
low. “Open ‗em.”
    The second time Caleb opened his eyes on
Christmas morning, he saw Shana kneeling over him, holding a sprig
of mistletoe directly above his cock. She smiled with wicked
promise and bent down, wetting her lips.
    “Merry Christmas, Caleb.”
    “Jesus Christ. ”
    Just before he lost the capacity for rational
thought, Caleb decided this was the best damn Christmas he‘d ever
had. Shana was here with him and it didn‘t look like she was going
anywhere. That was about as close as he‘d ever gotten to a bonafide
Christmas miracle.
    If only he could be certain she‘d still be
with him on New Year‘s Eve.

 
     
    About the Author
    Author of over twenty paranormal romance novels and novellas, Vivi
Andrews lives in Alaska where she uses the long winter nights to
create more happily-ever-afters. If you enjoyed A Serengeti
Christmas , don’t miss the rest of the Serengeti Shifters
series, as well as her new connected shape-shifter series Lone Pine
Pride. You can also sign up for her newsletter to be notified of upcoming
releases. Happy holidays!
     
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Heat
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Storm
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Lightning
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    Taming the
Lion
    Hawk’s
Revenge
    Unbearable
Desire
    Tangling with the
Tiger