A Sky Warrior Christmas
Sadie Carter
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1. Marcun and Eden
2. Sacaren and Frankie
3. Nax and Crista
4. Marcun and Eden
5. Sacaren and Frankie
6. Marcun and Eden
7. Sacaren and Frankie
8. Marcun and Eden
9. Nax and Crista
Nax
Marcun
Alien Explosions
Sadie Carter
A Sky Warrior Christmas
© 2018, Sadie Carter
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Marcun and Eden
“What are you doing?”
Eden gasped, dropping the roll of outdoor lights she’d been passing up to Frankie and grabbed hold of the old, rickety ladder she was precariously perched on. But it was too late. Her foot slid off the well-worn rungs and suddenly the ladder went one way while she went the other. A scream of pure fear erupted from her lungs as she realized she was falling.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She slammed against something hard. Her breath lay trapped in her lungs, her heart racing, and then her stomach finally caught up with the rest of her body. She’d left it somewhere up the ladder as she fallen to her death.
Well, all right, not to her death maybe, but she’d definitely been heading for a few broken bones.
Finally, she gasped in a breath as she realized she wasn’t lying on the hard ground, her legs shattered, body bruised, spine mangled.
Unfortunately, that didn’t mean she wasn’t in trouble.
She stared up at Marcun from where she lay in his arms, cradled against his chest. She attempted to calm her breathing, to convince her brain that she wasn’t hurt and stop the trembles that wracked her body. It didn’t help that Marcun was glaring down at her, his look promising her all sorts of dire things.
“Hey, baby. Good catch,” she finally said.
“You could have hurt yourself!” he roared.
Um, yeah, she understood that. She was the one who’d just fallen from the top of a ladder. She understood it very well. Heart still racing with fear, she attempted to look unconcerned as she reached up and rubbed at her ear.
“You want to say that a bit louder? I don’t think the next-door neighbor heard.”
Marcun turned his glare to the neighbor’s house. “I am certain she is already watching us with those spying eyes.”
“Probably,” Eden agreed. She loved the house they’d bought. It was huge. Big enough to house them all so they had their own privacy. The backyard was enormous and it had a pool, which was going to be amazing during the heat waves New York seemed to suffer through more and more often.
The only downside was their next-door neighbor. The old bat seemed to have it out for them. She called the authorities over every little thing they did. In fact, Eden needed to bake another batch of brownies for the officers who had been out three times this week.
None of them had actually seen the old bat. They’d never seen her even leave her house. Her groceries got delivered and left on her porch. She never had visitors. Eden had baked some cookies and taken them over as a friendly gesture, but she hadn’t even opened her door. They only knew she was a woman because one of the officers told them.
When Eden went back to grab the plate a few hours later, the cookies had been untouched. What a waste. Although, Sacaren had eaten them.
That man would eat anything.
Speaking of Sacaren, he was standing next to Marcun, staring down at her in shock. Then he seemed to collect himself and turned to Marcun with a smug look.
“You must keep a closer watch over your mate, Marcun. She could have harmed herself.”
Marcun growled.
“I only fell because you scared me,” she protested.
“What were you doing?” Marcun asked.
“Putting up some Christmas lights.”
“And you did not think to wait for me? Or to ask one of my pack to do this for you?”
“Shh.” She was trying to get them out of the habit of calling themselves a pack, especially when they were outside. No telling how much their nosy neighbor might overhear. “Everyone is out except Nax. We didn’t bother to ask him. The other day he told me he did not understand the point of Christmas, that those ridiculous colored lights serve no real purpose, and that decorating the house is a waste of time. He’s in the garage to work on his secret project.”
“Then you should have waited for us,” Sacaren told her before Marcun could reply.
She rolled her eyes. “I would have been fine if you two hadn’t given me a fright.”
Sacaren just shook his head. “This is unacceptable behavior. My mate would never put herself in such danger.”
“Really?” she drawled. “So, who do you think I was handing the lights to?” She pointed up and all three of them peered up at the roof where Frankie was staring down at them. She waved and smiled.
“Hey, big guy, what you doing?”
Sacaren gaped up at his mate. “Francesca! What are you doing up there? Get down immediately.”
“I would but Eden dropped the ladder.”
“It wasn’t my fault!” Eden protested. “Marcun startled me and I’ve never been that great with heights.” She attempted to wriggle free of his hold. As nice as it was to be held against his chest, she was starting to feel a bit silly.
“Stay still,” Marcun demanded as he started walking towards the front door.
“Marcun, I didn’t hurt myself. You can put me down.”
“No.”
She sighed. These Sky Warriors weren’t big talkers. One word answers were pretty normal.
“Marcun, I can’t just leave Frankie on the roof. What if she slips?”
He gave her an incredulous look.
“You scared me! That’s the only reason I slipped.” Maybe. Her hold had been pretty precarious on the ladder, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.
Her plan had been to have all the lights up before the two of them re
turned. Although it wouldn’t have been hard to figure out how the lights got up there. But by then, Frankie and Eden had planned on being safely ensconced in the house watching reruns of Christmas vids and drinking hot chocolate.
Their mates, along with the rest of the pack, didn’t really see the point of Christmas, but Eden still wanted to make it wonderful for them. It was their first Christmas and it was her favorite time of year.
Only problem was, Christmas was two days away and nothing was going to plan.
Marcun carried her inside and towards the back of the house where her favorite room was. The kitchen. She’d thought she might have missed her bakery and some days, she did. But these guys kept her so busy that she didn’t have much time to feel like she was missing out on anything.
Oh, except all the stress around money. Yeah, that part she didn’t miss. She’d never really thought of herself as being someone who’d like being taken care of, but things were different with Marcun. He never used money to try to control her. In fact, all he ever wanted was for her to be happy and she never felt like she wasn’t an equal in their relationship.
These last few months had been amazing. Sure, there had been ups and downs. Plenty of learning curves, but she couldn’t imagine her life without him.
Which is why she grew so stressed every time he went on a job. She knew he was strong and skilled and hard to kill. He wasn’t immortal, though. And while he’d lived a long time without her worrying over him, it didn’t mean she could stop herself from fretting every time they left. His job was dangerous and it scared her that she could lose him.
At least there were two of them to worry now. Although Frankie didn’t seem to be as fazed or if she was then she was better at hiding her fear. They’d had a bit of a rocky start but the two of them were getting on better now. And they were united in the idea of giving their mates an awesome first Christmas. Well, they would if they could ever figure it all out.
It was harder than they’d thought it would be.
Marcun placed her on one of the breakfast bar stools. Then he pointed a finger at her. “Stay.”
“Woof.”
He gave her a look that told her he didn’t want her to push him. She sighed. “Marcun, I didn’t mean to upset you. We were just trying to get the lights up.”
“Why does the roof need lights?”
“It’s a Christmas tradition to decorate the house in pretty lights.”
“It makes no sense. Not to mention it is dangerous. It seems like a fire hazard.”
“So is Sacaren’s cooking.”
“Which Ioin banned him from ever doing again.”
Sacaren had very nearly set the kitchen on fire the last time he’d attempted to cook dinner. They’d already managed to get the small fire under control by the time the firemen got there, thankfully. From there on out, Eden did most of the cooking although she’d also bought ten fire extinguishers. Two of them had already come in handy.
Who knew that six men could create so much chaos?
Well, they weren’t actually men, though, were they? She had to remind herself of that fact when she found herself getting frustrated at something they did or said. They weren’t human and allowances had to be made.
“You are banned from going on a ladder,” Marcun told her arrogantly.
Although those allowances only went so far.
“Excuse me?” She gave him her best frosty look. Unfortunately, it seemed to be lost on him. He folded his arms across his impressive chest.
She would not be distracted by that gorgeous body. She would not. She kept her gaze on his blue-green eyes as she raised one eyebrow.
“You are banned from going on that ladder. In fact, you are banned from all ladders.”
“Marcun. Are you listening to yourself?”
He frowned slightly. “Yes, I suppose I am.”
“And you don’t think that what you just said sounds slightly ridiculous?” she asked with exasperation.
“No.”
She rolled her eyes. “What do you expect me to do the next time I want something from a top cupboard? Shall I climb up on one of these stools instead?” She climbed up on the stool she was sitting on to emphasize her point.
The stool wobbled slightly and Marcun quickly wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her down.
“You will not do that again. You will fall.” He gave her an intense stare.
She let out an exasperated breath. “Look, maybe I shouldn’t have been using that ladder. It was old and wobbly and the rungs were smooth with age, so there wasn’t much grip, but we can get a different ladder. Actually, Frankie did suggest we wait until the old bat called the fire brigade on us again and use their ladder, but since Christmas is only two days away I thought we better get the lights up now.”
In hindsight, Frankie’s suggestion hadn’t been a bad one.
“You will not climb a ladder again. If you wish to reach something high, you will wait for one of us. I cannot have you in danger.”
“That’s rich.”
“What is rich?” He frowned in confusion.
“Coming from someone who puts himself in danger all the time and has no care about how I might worry over him, it’s kind of hypercritical for you to get mad at me for climbing a stupid ladder. News flash, lots of people climb ladders every day without a problem.”
“You fell!”
“Not the point.” Okay, she got that she was starting to sound a bit irrational, but she was upset and close to tears and damn it, one of those tears dripped down her cheek.
“What is happening in here? I can hear you from the other room.” Nax stomped inside, a scowl on his face. He came to a sudden stop when he saw her, his face dropping. It would have been funny if she wasn’t so upset. She hated crying in front of any of them.
He pointed at her. “She is crying. Make her stop.”
“She is standing right here. And she would appreciate it if you didn’t speak as though she weren’t. And she has a name!”
He turned on his heel and walked back out.
She made to follow him. She had no idea why. She was just so damn angry. But Marcun grabbed hold of her arm and then quickly lifted her into his arms.
“Put me down.”
“No.”
“I’m mad at you.” She scowled at him.
“That I understood.”
“Do you know why I’m angry at you?”
“No.” He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs into their bedroom. Eden and Marcun had one of the two master suites, with an attached bathroom. Their bedroom was enormous and had a big bay window that looked out at the gardens. Not that there was much in the way of a garden. But it was nicer than looking out at row after row of concrete, gray buildings which had been the view from her old apartment.
Marcun set her down and she immediately moved over to the window, staring out, her arms crossed across her chest as she tried to bring herself under control.
“Eden? You are angry with me for banning you from climbing ladders?”
“No. Well, a little. You don’t get to go around banning me from things. We’re equals.”
“No, we are not.”
She whirled, her heart beating hard. “What?”
“We are not equal.”
Her breath caught in her chest, her stomach dropping. “You do not think we are equal?”
He shook his head, studying her, serious. “No, you are far more important.”
It took her a moment to understand what he’d said. Then she shook her head. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes. You are. And that, I think, you have trouble believing. Even though I tell you every chance I get how much you mean to me.”
“I know you love me.”
“But I do not think you always understand how much you mean to me. Nothing can happen to you, Eden. Nothing. So yes, I overreact when there is a perceived threat to you. Threats that seem ridiculous to you are very real to me. I will do whatever is needed to p
rotect you.”
“Well, you mean a lot to me too.”
He nodded. Such an arrogant gesture. How was it that he seemed to get more gorgeous with each passing day? And how was it that he loved her? She was nothing special. And yet not a day went by that he didn’t tell her he desired her. Loved her. Wanted her.
Sometimes, she thought she was still dreaming.
“I know. You love me.” His words held a wealth of satisfaction.
“I do. So how come you get to go out there and risk your life all the time but it’s not okay for me to do something with minimum risk? You’re so concerned about my life, but I’m not the one with the dangerous job. I’m not the one who constantly places themselves in danger. If you get to be all overprotective about what I do, then surely I get the same in return. Tit for tat.”
“Tit for tat?” He glanced down at her breast. “I know what a tit is but what is a tat?”
“I’m not talking about my boobs.” She sighed. “I mean that if you get to ban me from stuff you deem dangerous then do I get to do the same?”
“What do I do that is dangerous?”
“Hello. Your whole job is dangerous.” She waved her hands around, trying to emphasize the point. “Most of the time you’re chasing around bad guys, or guarding expensive objects, or defending people against attack, or getting shot at.”
He ran his hand over his face before sitting on the side of the bed. “This is because I was shot.”
About two months ago, after they’d first moved into this house, the pack had gone on a mission. They’d been gone a week and when they returned, they’d been quieter than usual. She hadn’t known what was going on until she’d overheard Tecan and Brogan talking in the kitchen when they hadn’t realized she was standing in the pantry.
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