A SEAL Wolf Christmas

by Terry Spear

  She turned slightly and saw him taking his fill—of her, not the underwear in the drawer, and the internal meter that measured her embarrassment went through the ceiling.

  Chapter 12

  Anna couldn’t have been more surprised that Bjornolf had been watching her search for the right undergarments. She jerked out black panties and a bra, feeling her body heat so much she was certain it was already red enough for him.

  Anna pulled on the black panties—she couldn’t find anything but sexy lace—wishing they were much more utilitarian.

  “Then again, those look great,” Bjornolf said, his voice rough and his gaze heated as he slipped on a pair of ivory boxers, not hiding a full-blown erection fast enough before she glanced at him.

  “You’re supposed to be a professional,” she chided, fastening the bra over her breasts.

  What kind of wolves wore these things? Not only was it low cut, but it squeezed her breasts together and pushed them up, making her feel as though she could be on display in one of those girly calendars.

  “Nice,” he said, his voice even more gravelly with lust as he considered her breasts.

  She snorted, but before she could pass by him to get to the closet, he seized her arm and pulled her gently to him. His action was both possessive and guarded. Possessive in that she could tell he desired her from his darkened expression, his scent changing from keen interest to rabid arousal. Guarded in that she assumed he wanted to ensure she craved him in the same way, and so he hesitated to take this further.

  She didn’t pull away from him like she should have. They had a job to do, and fulfilling some crazy sexual fantasy wasn’t going to get it done. They were standing in a guest room of a red wolf pack’s house in borrowed underwear while a teen under their care was running loose with a teen from this household. They certainly didn’t have time for this.

  “They’ll be all right, Anna. I promise you.”

  If they were running around as humans, they’d be safe enough together for now. She assumed.

  That was all the time Bjornolf gave her to think about Nathan and the girl. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs skimming over the flesh mounded together in the sexy bra, his eyes focused on them. Then he dipped his head to kiss her.

  She gave in to the madness and kissed him back, his hands shifting to her ass and pulling her against his rigid arousal, the boxers doing nothing to hide the fact he was hot for her.

  All Anna’s frustration and worry melted away in that one passionate, prolonged, soul-startling kiss, as Bjornolf’s hands slipped down her panties and cupped her flesh. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed and licked and nipped and growled.

  They needed a room. They had a room. Not here. What was she thinking? They needed to find Nathan. Jeez, what was she doing?

  Bjornolf’s mouth moved in compelling kisses over her jaw, down her throat, to the swell of her breasts. She wanted his mouth on her nipples, licking and suckling. She wanted him between her spread legs, and God, she was already wet for him.

  Again.

  “We… can’t,” she said with the greatest regret.

  He let her slip away then, yet there was no regret in his expression. Only hunger—feral and predatory. She knew to the marrow of her bones there was no stopping what he felt for her: pure lust. He had it bad.

  She also had it bad for him, but at least she had her priorities straight. Well, she was trying to keep them straight.

  He was staring at her, his eyes dark as midnight, his whole body tense as if he might just follow her into the closet and start kissing her all over again.

  The sound of someone’s hurried footsteps headed in their direction in the carpeted hallway didn’t break their eye contact.

  “This isn’t over, Anna,” he said softly, the hardness and tension in his posture so at odds with his spoken words. His comment was a promise, not a threat.

  She knew then that she didn’t want this hot, passionate swirl of emotions that existed between them to be over.

  Aimée called through the door, “They’re okay. The kids are at the mall. Carver told Leidolf they’re fine, so he and his men are returning to their ranch. He wishes you both good luck with your mission.”

  Anna let out the breath she had been holding, relieved beyond measure that both teens were fine.

  “Sarah texted me,” Aimée continued. “They’re shopping for Christmas ornaments for your tree—but I imagine there’s something more to it than that with Nathan coming all the way here to see her in his wolf coat. Nathan wanted to surprise you. They said they were still looking for the perfect angel for the treetop for Anna.”

  Anna couldn’t help it. All of a sudden, tears just sprang forth and were dribbling down her cheeks as fast as she could furiously wipe them away. Between the angel comment and knowing he was all right, that both kids were okay, the worry, the stress… she just… lost it.

  Bjornolf’s heated expression quickly changed to surprise, then worry. He said to Aimée, “Thanks for the good news. We’ll be out in a minute.”

  “Carver’s pacing out in the backyard. He said he needed to cool his heels a bit. He’s thinking of letting them come home in their own good time. That’s going to be a first.”

  “Good. I think it’s for the best,” Bjornolf said, pulling Anna into his arms.

  Aimée said, “Take your time. I’m cooking lunch, and we all want you to stay.”

  “Thanks,” Bjornolf said. “We’d like that.”

  Anna never cried. Well, occasionally over a sad movie, but generally speaking, she did not cry. Twice in front of Bjornolf now? What was her problem? He had to think she was some kind of basket case.

  “I’m okay,” she whispered, hating that she was soaking his chest with her tears.

  He stroked her back with one hand while keeping his arm planted around her waist, holding her tight. He had no intention of letting her go until he was sure she felt better.

  He kissed the top of her head as she snuffled, finally getting her emotions under control.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not normally like this.”

  “At least I wasn’t kissing you this time.”

  She saw he was smiling down at her with the warmest, most tender expression. She chuckled and he kissed her wet cheek.

  ***

  With her auburn hair in a braid hanging down her back, Sarah walked beside Nathan in the crowded mall, hand in hand. He hadn’t seen her in three months and had been avoiding her, thinking that it would be better to stay away because of her father. And… for other reasons. The human girl, Jessica Everton, daughter of the owner of the Christmas tree farm, topped the list.

  Sarah had been thrilled to see him when they had first met at her house, but she’d also been scared. Afraid that her father would kill him if he learned that she’d already met Nathan and hadn’t told her father about him.

  He really did like her, maybe because she could relate to him since she’d lost her mom like he’d lost both his mom and dad. But more as a friend. He thought she wanted more from him than he was willing to give.

  “You haven’t texted me in months, Nathan,” Sarah said.

  “I’m sorry. You said your father would kill you if he knew you were seeing me. I thought…” Nathan shrugged.

  He’d had enough to deal with already. He hadn’t been happy with any of the families he’d lived with so far. He hadn’t known how staying with Bjornolf and Anna would be, even if it was only short-term. Though, if they got along well enough, he hoped it might turn out more permanent. He thought living with a couple of undercover operatives would be cool.

  “It was easier not to see me,” Sarah finally said, hurt in her voice, drawing him back to the shopping expedition and the problem at hand.

  Yeah, it was easier not to see her. The issues of her fa
ther not wanting her to see a wolf of another pack, of Nathan’s not having a real home but being bounced from one family in the pack to another—and then just dealing with a girlfriend who was a wolf from a different pack—all complicated the issue. Especially when she learned he’d been seeing a human girl.

  “I’m working now,” he said.

  “You could’ve texted.”

  “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. He did like Sarah. As a friend.

  They walked in silence. They’d already bought several boxes of colorful ornaments, but they still hadn’t found the angel Nathan thought Anna might like.

  “I wish I had the money for the ornaments on me. Kind of hard traveling as a wolf to bring anything with me.”

  “Just send it to me when you have a chance.” Sarah sighed. “So… what’s Anna like? You said she works undercover. Is she really tough looking?”

  “She’s really cool,” Nathan said. “Tomb Raider kind of woman. Only she’s never had a Christmas tree before. Can you imagine? Bjornolf says she’s sad about the holidays.”

  Sarah stopped him and looked up into his face, her brows pinched together. “Why did you really run here as a wolf, Nathan? You know everyone’s going to be upset about it. Your pack, mine. My dad and his new mate. My sister, even. Why didn’t you just drive up here?”

  He let out a deep breath. “I don’t know. Sometimes… I just have to run. Bjornolf and Anna had gone out to investigate the tree farm. I thought of joining them, but they need to do their work without me underfoot.”

  “You felt unneeded?”

  “Yeah, I guess. I caught them kissing last night, and she was crying.”

  Sarah frowned at Nathan.

  “I think she really likes him,” he said, “and I know he likes her. But something’s upsetting her. I think it’s the holidays. She didn’t want to decorate the tree. But you know what she did? She made a popcorn garland. She worked for an hour stringing it all by herself in the living room. I would’ve helped her, only I thought she was just eating popcorn. He shook his head. “I thought… if I did something, like bring home the ornaments, maybe she’d feel better. I had to get the urge to run out of my system first. And… I wanted to see you.”

  He had wanted to see her to settle things in his mind because he couldn’t get Jessica Everton, the human girl he wasn’t supposed to be falling for, out of his thoughts. He knew Anna was right when she said he couldn’t get involved with a human girl.

  Yet he couldn’t help it. Maybe it had to do with the fact she was a human who smelled like a she-wolf.

  ***

  Dressed in blue jeans and a gray sweatshirt, Bjornolf used Carver’s phone to call Hunter and let him know that the teens were fine. “We’ll be home later this afternoon. I didn’t even think about Nathan’s job, though…”

  “I already called them and told them he was sick with the flu. If he wants to go to work tomorrow, that’s fine. If he needs to stay with the two of you for the next couple of days to sort out things, that’ll work also.”

  “Okay. About the murder case—I haven’t had a chance to tell you what happened. Last night, Anna found some dog tags where Nathan had smelled a dead body. The name is Thomas Cremer.”

  “Cremer. I’ll share this second name with Finn.”

  “Did you learn anything more about the Wentworths from our last mission?” Bjornolf asked.

  “Not yet. I have Rourke, our investigative reporter in the pack, looking into things. He’s got a lot of connections, and he’s good at ferreting out information. Maybe he’ll unearth some clues for us.”

  Bjornolf let out his breath, wanting to mention how upset Anna had been. He wanted to see if Hunter knew what was distressing her so much, but decided it would be best not to share that bit of news. Hunter might want to take her off the case, worrying about her safety in the frame of mind she seemed to be in. Bjornolf knew that neither Nathan nor he could get through the holidays without her, and he wasn’t about to give up his pursuit of something deeper with her. He had no intention of putting it off any longer.

  “Talk to you later, Hunter.”

  Anna was outside in the backyard with Alice, Sarah’s twin sister. Alice was showing Anna the gardens. He smiled as he watched Anna move about in the light sprinkle of snowflakes as if she was a snow sprite, thinking how much he’d love wrapping her in his arms.

  Nearby, a “thwack, thwack” rent the air. Carver was chopping wood with such vigor that Bjornolf figured he was trying to let out some of his pent-up frustration over Nathan and his daughter.

  Carrying a couple of logs, Carver came inside, acknowledged Bjornolf with a nod, glanced back at the window to see what he’d been watching—Anna and Alice—then tossed one of the logs on the fire and set the other in a copper wood box. “Sarah said she and Nathan will be here in about twenty minutes. Are you and Anna mated?”

  Bjornolf turned his attention from Anna as she swept her hair into a ponytail to Carver, who looked more than curious. “We only first met several months ago.”

  Was he mated to her? Bjornolf was definitely thinking along those lines. They’d make one hell of an undercover team.

  Aimée frowned at Carver as she set out the silverware on the table in the formal dining room. Carver’s mate was a pretty woman with red gold hair curling about her shoulders and a light smattering of freckles bridging her nose. She looked more sweet than seductive, like his Anna did.

  His Anna. That’s the way Bjornolf was already feeling about her.

  “You shouldn’t ask such a thing,” Aimée scolded. “That’s personal.”

  Carver rubbed his chin as he looked from his mate to Bjornolf, pondering the situation. “What’s holding you back, son?”

  Bjornolf couldn’t remember the last time his own father had called him that. He was amused the man was so curious.

  “It’s complicated,” Bjornolf answered as he looked out the back window and saw Anna brushing the snow off the nose of a wolf statue while smiling at Alice. He wondered what Anna would be like in a backyard of their own with a teen of their own.

  “That’s exactly what I said when I met Aimée. It’s complicated. I wanted her, no doubt about it. She was feeling the same about me.” Carver winked at her and Aimée blushed furiously. “I had two twin daughters and I didn’t want to mate with just any old she-wolf who might treat my girls poorly.”

  “The wicked, old she-wolf stepmother syndrome,” Aimée said.

  “So what’s your reasoning for holding back? You don’t already have a mate, do you?” Carver asked.

  The wily wolf had to know the answer to that, just from the way Bjornolf had such a time keeping his eyes off Anna, as if he was afraid she’d vanish in the blink of an eye.

  “No,” Bjornolf said with a half smile.

  “Been mated and have offspring already that you’re worried about?”

  Bjornolf shook his head.

  “Then what? It’s sure as hell not because you don’t want her. And I can tell the woman’s as interested in you. While I was chopping wood, I overheard Alice asking Anna if she was planning to mate you, and when I cast a glance in their direction, the she-wolf was blushing to high heaven. She didn’t laugh at the suggestion or deny it. You’re as good as mated, to my way of thinking. So what are you waiting for?” Carver shook his head and washed his hands at the sink, not giving Bjornolf time to answer. “Seize the moment. You never know when another wolf might come along and snatch your woman right up. Then where will you be?”

  Killing the male wolf, Bjornolf thought darkly. The back door shut with a clunk.

  The doorbell rang, and from the hurried footsteps moving in that direction, he assumed Alice and Anna were headed for the front door. Bjornolf and Carver hesitated. Both were annoyed with Nathan for running off. They also knew they had to
handle the teens carefully or chance having them run off again.

  He and Carver went into the living room to greet Nathan and Sarah, but instead they saw Alice and Anna standing at the front door talking to a big blond-haired, bearded man wearing camouflage hunter’s gear. His blue eyes were challenging Anna as he said, “Hi, I’m Henry Thompson and I work in a special capacity with the zoo. Eyewitnesses said they saw wolves enter your backyard.”

  Alice turned to her father, looking for his help. Confronting the threat, Carver immediately approached the door, his whole posture stating he was in charge.

  “I’m sorry,” Carver said gruffly, not sounding sorry in the least—more like get the hell off my property. “We don’t even own a dog.”

  “Are you friends with Leidolf Wildhaven?” Thompson asked, as if he knew something more about the wolves than he should.

  Carver narrowed his eyes. His hesitation spoke volumes. Carver finally said, “He’s a wealthy rancher.” Like everyone in Oregon should know that.

  “Yeah, but are you friends of his?” Thompson persisted.

  “Did you say you’re a police officer?” Carver asked.

  Thompson smiled, but the look was not friendly. “Not exactly. I help police wild animals running loose in the area that might come to harm.”

  “Okay, so I said we don’t have any dogs here. Or wolves.”

  “May I have a look around your backyard? Your neighbors said you have a dog door in your back gate.”

  Because of the woodland setting, the neighbors were a long way from each other and a mini-forest surrounded each of the homes in the development. The neighbors couldn’t have seen the dog door in the gate unless they’d come onto Carver’s property.

  Carver smiled, his expression dark and threatening. “No, you don’t have permission to traipse around my backyard.”

  Thompson turned his attention to Anna and Bjornolf. “Do you know Leidolf?”

  Bjornolf thought Thompson would have made a good alpha wolf with his tenacity.

  Both he and Anna shook their heads. Bjornolf had never met the red wolf leader.