Midnight Mistletoe (A Paranormal Romance) (Golden Pack Alphas) Read Free

heart thrummed fast as she recalled the image of his wolf. He was beautiful. In that moment she’d seen why the Council had chosen him as enforcer.
    Large and hulking, his wolf almost resembled a bear. Even his fur was intimidating, spiked brown with blond tips, reminding her of sharpened spikes.
    Shaking her head clear she came back to the present.
    Marcus was lethal in more than just his skills as an enforcer.
    She refused to let her destiny be determined by a chemical impulse to mate and his presence threatened the hard won control that she’d spent years honing.
    The unfairness of it all galled her. The decision of who she spent the rest of her life with should be made by her . Not her overzealous wolf and definitely not some hormonal urge.
    Each day her irritation grew as it became more difficult not to succumb to the urge of crawling onto the man’s lap and sating the unending hunger that had been building since they first met.
    All of that didn’t matter now. For the next several days she was free from the worries that plagued her at home.
    Taking a deep breath, she reached her arms overhead, arched her back and inhaled the balmy salted air.
    She could almost hear her muscles sigh, but despite the relaxation attempting to spread through her limbs, her body tingled with a tension she knew settled too deep.
    Her heat cycle was starting, and there was nothing she could do to relieve the discomfort.
    Well almost nothing.
    Dropping her hands back down to her sides, she swept her gaze across the small beach. It wasn’t crowded but had a fair number of sunbathers and Zen cravers. And most importantly it had men looking for the same thing she was—a little fun, forgetfulness and zero strings.
    Although heat pooled to her center, her stomach rolled in apprehension.
    In the past she’d had no problems with finding a willing male to sleep with when she was in heat. She enjoyed sex, and although each year her parents hoped she would chose a permanent mate, no man in or outside of her pack inspired much feeling or devotion. At least not enough for her to be shackled to for life.
    But last year, because of The-Wolf-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named , no one appealed to her.
    Instead of rolling around for several hours with a well-endowed chosen playmate, she’d remained locked in her home for days with her vibrator and a healthy supply of batteries.
    She had no intentions of repeating the experience. This week, she planned on proving to both her body and wolf, that Marcus wasn’t the only man capable of making her hot.
    Her gaze combed the area, looking for a good candidate.
    One particular man caught her eye.
    He’d been swimming for the last hour, his caramel arms cutting through the water in languid strokes. But now he rose out of the surf resembling a naughty sea nymph, his strong legs leading up to deep blue board shorts. Dry, she guessed the swimming trunks were perfectly modest—but wet they molded to his thick muscled thighs and cupped his cock in a way that left very little to the imagination. And since Georgia’s imagination was better than the average wolf’s she bit back a groan and clenched her thighs tight.
    Yum.
    Pushing her sunglasses up to her hair, she licked her lips as her gaze traced the diamond bright droplets of water running down his hard chest. They sluiced down his body, aided by the tight ridges of muscles along his abdomen, tunneling down to what looked like one hell of a stocking stuffer.
    Merry Christmas to me.
    Yes, an island getaway was proving to be the perfect holiday treat.
    Her gaze meandered back up his chest and after making a brief note of thick smooth lips and tempting dimples, she made eye contact with her merman come to life.
    His eyes gleamed with interest and her lips turned up in her best come-hither smile. He took a step forward and then froze, his gaze focusing on something just over her left shoulder. Shaking his head he turned and continued walking down the beach.
    What the