Christmas for the Wolves & a Wolf for Valentine's Day (Grey Wolf Pack)

by E A Price

  Rosalee sighed; she was a little sad to be going home. The last week had been marvelous, from their beautiful wedding, right through to their time alone, and she had loved every moment. But now it was back to reality.

  Adam, on the other hand, was dying to get home. He’d never been away from his pack for such a long stretch of time; he was getting antsy, and keen to catch up on pack news. Rosalee hid his cell phone; he’d been out of touch for what felt like forever. Not that he really minded; being alone with his mate, and now wife, wasn’t a chore. He would just prefer for them to be alone at home, in Rose, where they both belonged.

  Adam was kind of a control freak about the pack. It wasn’t that surprising; he was their Alpha. Their almighty leader, their undisputed ruler, their all-powerful dictator, Adam really hated it when she called him all those things. But Adam had trouble letting go; almost every waking moment was devoted to the pack. Rosalee didn’t begrudge the pack his attention, but now and again, she just couldn’t help feeling a teeny-weeny bit jealous.

  Yes, she knew she was irrational. She knew she was first in his heart, but she couldn’t help her feelings. A tiny part of her wanted to run away, just the two of them, so they’d only have to worry about each other. She gave herself a mental slap whenever that thought arose; she knew it wasn’t feasible, and it wasn’t what she truly wanted.

  Rosalee was also keen to see her mother and friends. In particular, she was mindful of her mother’s burgeoning relationship with an older pack member called Greyson. The fact that the relationship was no longer burgeoning, and they were a full-on couple who were actually living together, bugged her a little. Maybe because she had never seen her mother serious about any relationship, and Rosalee was a little overprotective. Whatever the reason, Rosalee wanted to be there for her mother, should the need her.

  The receptionist handed them keycards to their room, the honeymoon suite, and they were soon happily canoodling in the elevator.

  Rosalee sighed and leaned her head against his broad chest.

  “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

  “Oh nothing, just a little sad the honeymoon’s over.”

  Adam chuckled deeply, as his hand travelled down her back. “Yeah, but there’s nothing to stop us going on a second, third, fourth and fifth honeymoon.”

  Rosalee raised her head to look at him wryly. “Think you can drag yourself away from the pack long enough to enjoy some more alone time with me?”

  Adam pursed his lips. “That’s not fair. I’ve been completely cut off from the pack for this past week…”

  She huffed at him. “Because I hid your cell phone, and where we were staying didn’t have a phone. If it had, you would have been calling Alec for reports every day.”

  Adam gave her a pained look as his wolf whined. “The pack is important; they rely on me…”

  “I know, I know, I just… sometimes I just wish I had you all to myself. I’m just being selfish.”

  “Nah, who wouldn’t want me all to themselves?”

  Rosalee elbowed him in the stomach, as she flounced out the elevator. “Butthole.”

  Adam followed, carrying their bags, trying not to snicker.

  Rosalee cooed at how gorgeous the honeymoon suite was. The bed was enormous and covered in rose petals. Kicking off her shoes, she ran and jumped on it, sending petals flying everywhere.

  She lay back as Adam slowly crawled over her; his lips curled up in a predatory grin. He nestled his body between her thighs and pinned her arms above her head. Excitement coursed through her as she felt his enormous sex digging into her.

  “Now, what was that name you just called me?” he asked, huskily, eyes flashing amber.

  Rosalee bit her lip and wriggled her hips, earning a lusty groan from her mate. “I think it was butthole. What’s the big, bad Alpha going to do about it?”

  Adam nuzzled her neck, licking her bonding mark; pleasure gushed through her. “Well,” came his muffled voice, “I might start by peeling your clothes off, then I thought I would kiss every single inch of you, before pushing my big, hard cock in you, and making you come over and over until you beg me to stop.”

  Umm, that did sound good. “Oooh, I can’t wait. But first I have a surprise treat for us.”

  She gently slid her hands out of his grasp and pushed him away. She slithered off the bed and began rifling through their suitcases.

  Adam stared at her in disbelief, as his wolf growled in annoyance. “Tell me you’re kidding?”

  “Nuh-uh. Trust me; it’s going to be great.”

  Adam slumped on the bed, ignoring the grumblings of his animal, while willing his painfully large erection to go away. “But I thought we were going to…”

  “Yeah, but we can do that anytime. We’ve been doing that non-stop since… well almost since the day we met. Today, we’re going to do something different.”

  Adam gritted his teeth. “Sounds great.”

  *

  “A spa, sweetheart?”

  Adam looked between his mate and the entrance to the hotel spa. Numerous people in robes milled around, they had towels round their heads and were smiling serenely. To the Alpha, it looked torturous.

  Rosalee beamed. “You said you wanted to try new things.”

  He looked at her incredulously. “What? When the hell have I ever said that?”

  She knit her brows together. “Well… umm… didn’t you… maybe I was thinking of someone else.”

  Adam huffed belligerently. “I’m not going in there. Men don’t go to spas.”

  Rosalee tutted and folded her slender arms. “Of course they do! Men go in all the time, look there’s one, there’s another. Oooh, there’s two more over there.” She nodded her head towards the numerous men entering and leaving the spa.

  Adam scoffed and flexed his muscles. “Real men don’t go to spas.” His wolf bellowed in agreement.

  Rosalee smirked. “Real men are so secure that they can get manny/peddys if they want them.”

  “What the hell are manny/peddys?”

  Rosalee rolled her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? Did you not date women before you met me? Manicures and pedicures.”

  Adam snorted. “No self-respecting man would want to sit and get a manicure or pedicure.”

  “Those who care about ever having sex again do. The big, gruff, macho male thing is okay, but dirt under broken fingernails is not.”

  Adam folded his massive arms, and his beast huffed. “Please!”

  Rosalee walked two fingers up his arm, sending pleasant tingles through his body. The smallest touch from her almost sent him wild.

  “You don’t have to do anything ‘girly’, you could just get a massage or enjoy a steam. Just relax; it will do you a world of good.”

  “The odds of me relaxing while I’m half naked, and some guy is feeling me up are slim.”

  She fluttered her eyelashes prettily, and he had a bad feeling he was done for.

  “Alpha, I didn’t bring you here to make you tense, I brought you here to relax. Look, I know how hard it is being the Alpha, having to worry about all our pack mates, having to deal with all the problems and all the issues. I just wanted to do something to help you. I know I don’t always help either because sometimes I just want you all to myself, and to hell with the rest of the world. But if it’s not helping, then, I’m sorry, we don’t have to stay. We could just go back to our room, and watch TV.”

  Her beautiful face had such a sad little look on it that he almost melted on the spot. Big, bad Alpha - yeah right! She had him wrapped around her pinky.

  Adam reached out and took one of her hands. His wolf snarled at him for upsetting their mate, hypocritical beast. “No, let’s stay, thank you for doing this nice thing for me.”

  Rosalee’s face lit up. “Really?”

  He let out a protracted sigh. “Yeah, really. I won’t pretend that I’m gonna enjoy this, but I want to make you happy. Besides, if I do this for you, I can only imagine what you’d be willing to do
for me in return.”

  Rosalee gave an exaggerated eye-roll. “Keep dreaming, Alpha.”

  *

  “So, what did you think of the spa?” Rosalee asked him eagerly.

  Adam hesitated. He wanted to complain about how much he hated it, except for one problem – he hadn’t. In spite of his wolf’s howling protests, he’d actually enjoyed himself.

  He started the day swimming laps in the pool, before enjoying a steam and then a massage from a young masseuse called Tiffy. The masseuses had actually fought over who got to massage him; it made his chest puff up with pride. Thankfully, Rosalee hadn’t minded about that, or the fact that a young woman would have her hands all over him. He, on the other hand, had absolutely insisted that she could not be touched by the six foot two, strapping, male masseuse. His wolf would never have allowed another man to touch her.

  Now, they were ending the day in a private Jacuzzi, sipping champagne and eating strawberries. He’d really never felt more relaxed.

  He shrugged before downing his glass. “Yeah, it was okay.”

  “See, trying new things isn’t so bad.”

  Rosalee snickered before ducking down, so the water reached her neck. Adam watched her wonderingly before she popped back up, and threw her swimsuit at him.

  “In fact, I think we should try something else new.”

  She leaned back on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her perky breasts bobbing in the water, and a wicked look on her face.

  Adam growled throatily as his wolf roared excitedly, before impatiently ripping his shorts off, and pinning her against the side of the Jacuzzi with a fierce kiss.

  Briefly he worried about getting caught, but those thoughts were soon dismissed. Lust powered through him like a runaway freight train, and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have stopped himself.

  Feverishly, he began kissing, and biting his way down her neck; her lithe body twitched and jerked in his arms under his ministrations. He smoothed his tongue over the bonding mark, and she moaned sweetly.

  Adam groaned as her blunt teeth nipped at his neck; his throbbing manhood grew and strained toward her. Rosalee giggled gleefully, before gasping as her strong mate spun her round. She kneeled on the seat and rested her elbows on the edge of the Jacuzzi, enjoying the warm, bubbly water lapping at her skin.

  He parted her legs and dipped a thick finger through her folds, easily sliding in and out of her waiting channel. Rosalee whimpered and pushed her hips back at him, desperate for more.

  Adam withdrew his finger, and fisting his steely member aligned himself with her entrance. She shrieked as he entered her with a forceful thrust, and began plunging in and out of her. The water splashed around them, as he powerfully drove himself inside her again and again.

  His hands glided round her, seeking her breasts; he cupped and massaged the luscious mounds, as he kissed her bonding scar. The added stimulation was too much; she bucked against him as a marvelous orgasm swept through her body, lighting her up like a Christmas tree and making her scream in ecstasy.

  The blissful sensations gushed through their bond sparking his release. Adam roared in time with his wolf as he hardened and then exploded. His mate clutched, and grasped at him with her inner muscles as he pumped his seed inside her.

  Rosalee trembled in his strong arms, relishing the feelings pulsing through her. Slightly awkwardly, Adam maneuvered them backwards, until she was sat on his lap, still intimately joined. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder.

  “You’re right,” he drawled in her ear.

  “Hmm? I usually am, but what about this time?”

  “I like trying new things; I want to try new things.”

  Adam thought of the one thing he wanted to try more than ever. To have a pup. The thought of his mate swollen with his young was breathtaking. He hardened just thinking of it; well, practice does make perfect... Rosalee cooed and squirmed around his rapidly growing member.

  He’d broach the topic later…

  Mine.

  Adam & Rosalee – Diet

  1st February

  “Ugh!”

  Adam looked at the ceiling as he heard his mate, Rosalee grunt and slam the closet door. A few minutes later she stomped downstairs.

  She burst into the kitchen with her hands on her hips and a frazzled expression on her face. He flipped another pancake before looking at her questioningly.

  “Do you think I look fat?” she demanded murderously.

  He arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re joking, right? You’re tiny.” Too tiny, his wolf thought in annoyance. He’d give anything to see her with fuller curves and pregnant... But that was another issue.

  Adam and Rosalee had met and bonded a few months ago. He was a wolf shifter and the Alpha of his pack, and she was human. In spite of a few hiccups at the start of their relationship, they were besotted with one another. Although, that wasn’t to say they didn’t argue a lot. They both had Alpha personalities and were determinedly stubborn and eager to get their own way.

  She threw up her hands. “Okay, so maybe not fat, but do you think I’ve put on a lot of weight?”

  He pursed his lips and slipped the pancakes he had made into the warming oven. “I can’t tell that you have…”

  Rosalee scowled at him in disbelief. “You seriously can’t tell?”

  “Well, come over her and let me see.”

  She walked over to him, and Adam grinned at her. She was wearing her nightclothes that consisted of a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. A few months back they had been kind of loose, now they were straining to contain the swells of her ass and breasts.

  Adam ran his hands down her body, liberally caressing her breasts and buttocks while making ‘hmm’ noises. As his skilled hands started working their way into the tight shorts, she started moaning and almost forgot what she was annoyed about. When he let out his own growl, and she felt his hard erection poking her in the stomach, she snapped back to the matter in hand.

  Rosalee slapped at his hands. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

  He chuckled. “Did you really think I would? Sweetheart, to me, you just look beautiful.” His wolf roared in agreement.

  She folded her arms, squeezing her breasts together. His wolf started panting at the gorgeous sight.

  “Adam, I’ve put on twelve pounds in the last two months. My jeans don’t fit anymore – hardly any of my clothes do. Are you honestly telling me you can’t see it?”

  He could, but there was no way he wanted her to get rid of it. He liked her rounder figure. He put his hands on her shoulders. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go upstairs; we’ll take our clothes off, and I’ll lay down on the bed and we have sex with you on top. That way, I’ll know if you’re any heavier.”

  Rosalee huffed. “Nice try.”

  Adam shrugged. It was worth a shot. “Can’t you just buy new clothes?”

  “That’s not the point.” Rosalee turned on her heel and started marching back upstairs.

  “What about your pancakes?” he called.

  She shouted something unrepeatable and Adam chuckled. Oh well, he would just have to eat her portion too.

  *

  2nd February

  Adam stood on the porch frowning at his mate. “What are you doing, sweetheart?”

  Rosalee was dressed in a pair of tight leggings and a sweatshirt. It wasn’t all bad; the leggings displayed her peachy rear to perfection, he just didn’t like what they signified.

  She jogged on the spot for a few seconds and then bent over. He and his beast almost swooned. He’d stifled the guttural groan that wanted to escape, but, unfortunately, hadn’t been able to stop the swell of lust that surged through their bond.

  Rosalee stood up and gave him a disapproving glare. “I’m getting some exercise; I’m going to try and move some of this flab.”

  Adam strode down the steps and stood inches from her. In spite of her resolve, she let out a small whimper. He was a magnificent specimen.
The day was biting cold, but he was comfortable in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She could feel the heat radiating from him; he was like a darn furnace. A darn, hot, steamy, furnace made of perfectly sculpted muscles...

  “If you wanted exercise, sweetheart, you only had to say.”

  His eyes flashed to the amber of his beast, and he grabbed her hand. He began pulling her toward the house and for a few moments she followed with a dreamy expression on her face. However, she soon snapped out of it.

  “Not that kind of exercise, Alpha.”

  Rosalee pulled out of his grasp and resumed her warm-up. Adam folded his arms and scowled at her. His wolf was grumbling; he didn’t like where this was heading.

  “So, what the heck are you going to do?” he asked, grumpily as she did a couple of star jumps.

  “I’m going for a run. I’m not going to go crazy, but I just want to get in shape and lose a few pounds.”

  Adam scrubbed his hands down his face. “But you look perfect the way you are.”

  Rosalee put her hands on her hips. “But, didn’t you say I’d still look beautiful if I put on some more weight?

  “Yeah…” he said suspiciously.

  She pretended to think about that. “So the same goes for if I lose the weight too?”

  “Well, of course, but…”

  “Good, them I’m going for a run.” She beamed at him and did some lunges.

  Adam grasped at reasons why this wasn’t a good idea. “I don’t think I like you running around the woods on your own.” His wolf howled in approval; that was a good reason.

  “I won’t be on my own.”

  Within seconds, a couple of cars pulled up and out jumped the pack's two Omegas, Carly and Kira. Unlike other she-wolves, Omegas were small and rounded and not particularly fast or good at running. He groaned as the three women started warming up together. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

  *

  8th February

  Adam risked a glance out the kitchen window and was dismayed at the sight before him. He had assumed that Rosalee’s zeal for exercise would have diminished after the first few days, but, if anything, it had only encouraged her.