A Very Wolfie Christmas Read Free

garden—her
father’s garden. He and her stepmother could appear at any minute.
Anyone could.
    “I need to be
inside you, Cariad .” He murmured the words against her
throat, and then flicked his tongue over the pulse, enjoying the
way it raced at his touch. He thought fleetingly of the gift buried
in his pocket. Was this the right time to ask her?
    “Not here.”
Megan giggled. “But we could go back to my room for an hour. If you
wanted to.”
    Sasha lifted
his head, and gazed into her warm eyes. With her cheeks flushed and
lips swollen, she looked as close to perfect as he could imagine.
With an effort, he dragged his thoughts back to her words. “Only an
hour?”
    “We still have
family stuff to do.” Her eyes flickered to the ground and back up
again. “Traditional stuff. You know.”
    She was
fibbing, he knew instantly, but judging by the mischievous grin
that was fighting to escape her, it was nothing for him to worry
about. He stole a kiss as he thought again about the ring burning a
hole in his pocket. He wanted her full attention for that. Best to
wait.
    “Talking of
family stuff, your brothers tell me we’re going clubbing with
them.”
    “What?” Shock
flashed across her expressive face, followed by an annoyed frown.
“Did they say anything else?”
    Sasha slid his
hands down her sides to curl around her hips, and pulled her into
his body. “Mighty Mike’s.”
    “The idiots.
I’ll kill them. I really will. It was supposed to be a
surprise.” Megan looked woebegone. “How much do you know?”
    “Dion’s
playing.”
    Was it his
imagination, or did she look relieved? “Yes, he is.”
    “When is
it?”
    “New Year’s
Eve. It’s going to be a private party.”
    “You’ve
organised a party for me?” He was touched. Spending more time with
her brothers wasn’t his preferred idea for a night out, but since
he was trying to fit into her life, he’d do it. “I know a good way
to say thank you.” He stroked her bottom, caressing her through the
denim skirt. “A really good way,” he murmured.
    “Hmm. Does it
involve getting naked?” Megan leaned against him, her amazing
breasts rubbing over his chest.
     
    His wolf
panted, eager for more. “Let me see.” He pretended to think. “It
might do, yes.”
    “One hour.”
    “ Cariad ,
we can do a lot in an hour.”

Chapter 3
    With their
hands tangled together, they snuck into the house and managed to
avoid everyone, as they hurried to Megan’s bedroom. At last the
door was closed, and Sasha tugged down the window blinds, to block
out the bright evening sunshine and give Megan and him some
privacy. They tumbled onto the bed together, in a tangle of limbs
and hot kisses. Now he finally had her attention, he wanted to make
the most of it.
    Her shirt went
first. Up and over her head, and dropped on the floor to reveal a
lace-edged, coffee-coloured bra.
    “Gorgeous,”
murmured Sasha, pausing to cup his hands around her full breasts.
Her nipples firmed beautifully when he brushed them with his
thumbs, and he did it again, harder. The way she trembled at his
touch threatened to unhinge him.
    They’d been
together almost a year, but sex with Megan was still the best part
of every day. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of her. Of this . She was so responsive. So completely into him. The
scent of her arousal drove his wolf wild, and he needed to taste
her. To hear her moan. To make her come.
    The
close-fitting denim was hot, but what lay beneath was better. With
clumsy fingers, he tried to unzip the skirt and tug it down her
legs, only to give up. “Fuck it,” he growled, and shoved it up to
her hips instead.
    Megan’s
delighted laugh made him smile, and he gave her stomach a playful
nip. Remembering his earlier daydream, he took a short breath, and
then a longer one, and tried to put the brakes on his libido. His
cock was hard enough to hammer nails, but he could wait a few
minutes.
    On his knees,
he moved further down the bed, and caught