Changeling 03 - All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf

by J. S. Scott

  Faith connected, flinching and jerking as she saw every memory, every thought that Gavin had experienced in the last several minutes...and then she wept.

  Oh God, how her Gavin had suffered, how he still suffered. All because of some wimpy bitch that hadn't been able to handle what he was, who he was.

  Tearing her glasses off, she set them on the coffee table. Her forehead resting against his knee, she wept openly, sobbing out the pain that she knew that Gavin never would.

  He thinks I'm rejecting him. That he has to go through that nightmare again.

  She felt Gavin's big hand sift though her hair, silently comforting her. Comforting her, when she was crying for his pain.

  She jerked her head up, wiping the tears from her face. Crawling up his body, she seated herself in his lap, wrapped her arms his shoulders and buried her face in his neck. "I'm so sorry, Gavin."

  "Why? It's not your fault that Christmas shit makes me crazy." His voice was husky, and filled with sadness. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer.

  Unable to stop herself, she blurted out, "Mate with me, Gavin. Bond with me."

  "You want me? Even after that Christmas freak-out?" he asked urgently, pulling her head back to look at her.

  She had discarded her glasses, but she could still see the intensity burning in his eyes, the longing on his gorgeous face.

  "I love you, Gavin. You can read me. How could you not know?" she answered honestly.

  "I haven't tried to read your emotions about me. Maybe I didn't want to know." His voice was rough, graveled. "I guess I thought as long as I didn't know, there was hope."

  Faith wondered how in the world Gavin could ever think that she could not love him. They had spent many long hours together, his desire to help her with her thesis was totally genuine. He had let her poke, prod, examine and take samples from his wolf without complaint. She had asked him endless questions, both about timber wolf behavior and about Changelings, which he had always answered with patience, giving up his own free time just to help her. Gavin was kind, smart, sexy, gorgeous, and he had the hottest body in fifty states. In summary...the perfect specimen of manhood. A woman would have to be crazy not to want him. And she definitely wasn't demented.

  His body started to shake and he rested his forehead against her shoulder. "The perfect specimen of manhood?" He chuckled against the coarse knit of her sweater. "Don't you think you're stretching it a little, sweetheart? I'm not that patient, and I help you because I can't manage to stay away from you. It was purely selfish."

  She smiled, knowing he was downplaying his assets. "I noticed you didn't argue about the hot body thought."

  He lifted his head and shrugged. "If you think that, why would I argue?" He shot her a wolfish grin.

  "I'm sorry about the past, Gavin. So sorry that you lost your mate" She stroked the hair back from his forehead, her heart still aching for what he had been through.

  "I'm not. The connection was never right. I knew it as soon as I met you. If you accept me, the pain of breaking the mating connection before will all be worth it. You're worth it." He grumbled, his eyes glinting fire.

  Faith shivered, the fierceness of his gaze, the heat in eyes, making her whole body flood with need. "Mate with me, Gavin. I need you."

  His nostrils flared, and Faith could feel his desire pounding at her, merging with her own. The two combined would have brought her to her knees had she been standing.

  Gavin’s hand snaked around her neck, pulling her mouth to meet his. The moment their lips touched, Faith was consumed, lost in a fiery pool of lust that could no longer be denied. Clawing at his shirt, she tried to pull him closer, straddling him without moving her mouth from his.

  His mouth demanded, his tongue delving deep again and again, and she answered him by meeting his thrusts, moaning as her fingers speared into his silky hair, the texture soft and arousing beneath her fingertips.

  She ground her core against him, feeling his hard and hot arousal, whimpering to feel that heavy, engorged cock inside her, filling her. Her hips undulated, mimicking the sexual act without conscious thought.

  Gavin ripped his mouth from her, his chest heaving. "I need you naked, need to feel you with nothing between us," he growled.

  Yes. Oh yes.

  He pulled the sweater over her head, sending her Santa hat flying from her head, quickly and deftly liberating her breasts from her bra. Clothing flew as they both stripped each other in a frenzy, coming to their feet to get out of their clothing faster. When they were both nude, Faith looked at her man in awe, her jaw dropping. His cock was huge, larger and thicker than she had even imagined. Gavin was all sculpted muscle, perfectly formed.

  Forget fifty states! Gavin was the hottest guy on the entire planet.

  She reached out her hand to touch his incredible cock, her mouth watering to taste him. Curling her hand around his rod, she slowly stroked the velvety skin, dropping to her knees to taste the pre-cum fluid that coated the head.

  The taste of him was like an aphrodisiac, ramping up her need. Her mouth closed over him, savoring the taste of him, the scent of his rampant desire.

  Gavin's hand fisted her hair as he groaned. "Your mouth on me is making me crazy, but I can't take it."

  He came down on his knees, making her cry out at being deprived of his beautiful cock. He lifted her, laying her gently on her back, and bringing his hot male body over hers.

  "This could get rough. I can scent your need and it's making me lose any damn control I have." He hissed as their skin connected, rubbing his body possessively against hers, marking her with his scent. "I need to fuck you hard, until I know that you're mine." His voice was tortured. "I need to mark you, dominate you, drown in your scent, taste you, and wallow in the smell of you. Can you still consent to be my mate?"

  Oh hell, yes. Just his words made her pussy flood, her nipples hard and so sensitive that the slightest brush of his chest against them nearly made her scream.

  "Yes. Please." Her words came out as a whimper, her body thrashing under his. "Can you do this here, with the tree and the smell of pine?"

  Please, please say yes. I don't want to move.

  "I can’t smell anything but you." His reply was husky, passionate.

  Faith moaned as his mouth closed over hers, devouring her. The feel of his hot bare skin against hers, his tongue conquering her mouth, bending her to his will was making her crazy. He had let his alpha take control and she wallowed in it.

  Gavin grasped her wrists tightly beside her head, restraining her. She pulled against him, desperate to touch him, but he continued to own her mouth, his powerful body holding her prisoner beneath him.

  He jerked his mouth from hers, panting, his hot breath surging over her ear. He thrust her hands over her head, holding both wrists with one of his enormous hands. The action made her, arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts upward, her ultra-sensitive nipples abrading against the hard muscles of his chest. The sensation was part agony, part ecstasy.

  "You need to come." He grunted as his hand slid between their bodies, trailing slowly down her belly and between her thighs. "Open to me." He grasped one of her thighs, spreading her legs wider. His fingers caressed as he moved his hand over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, over the short cropped hair of her mound.

  Faith's whole body quivered as she thrashed against him, desperate to feel him where she needed him the most. "Please, Gavin. I need you."

  "I want you to need me. I want you to be insane to have me. As crazed as I am to fuck you." His fingers teased, plunging into her hot depths, stroking the saturated flesh, opening her folds, but only circling her throbbing clit.

  "Oh, God. Gavin. Please." She couldn't take it anymore. Her body was on fire, ready to self-combust.

  His mouth nibbled at her earlobe, his warm breath coming in pants against the side of her neck. "You're so hot, so wet, so ready to be fucked," he whispered harshly in her ear before running his tongue down her neck, la
ving the soft skin at the side of her neck with his hungry tongue.

  Two fingers speared into her tight channel, making her cry out with anguish, "Please. Fuck me." Her head rolling from side to side, all Faith could think about was Gavin's hard cock inside her, fucking her senseless until she exploded.

  "So fucking tight. So perfect," Gavin growled, his fingers thrusting into her channel again and again, stretching her.

  Not enough. Not enough. More.

  Faith needed to climax so badly that her eyes misted, her whole body in agony. She knew that Gavin needed to control this mating, but she wasn't sure she would live through it.

  Blessedly, finally, his fingers smoothly exited her aching cavern, gliding with ease through her slick flesh, until his fingertips wandered over her pulsating clit. Once he started, he showed no mercy, his fingers stimulating, working the bud furiously.

  Faith cried out in relief, the slippery rugged friction targeted exactly where she wanted it, needed it.

  "Come for me. Come for me now," Gavin commanded, his voice coarse and demanding. "I want to watch my woman take her pleasure."

  As if she had a choice? Every nerve in her body was stimulated, agitated. Her hips lifted and her neck arched as her pussy clenched. Her climax rolled over her senses with an intensity that had her moaning Gavin's name over and over as her entire body went up in flames.

  She was breathless, but she never had a chance to recover before Gavin was on her, his massive cock poised at her tight entrance. He released her hands and palmed his cock.

  "Mine!" He sounded anguished, his breathing uneven and labored.

  Yes. Yours. Always yours.

  "Tell me that you want me. That you need me."

  I do need you. Desperately. Madly. Fuck me, Gavin. Please.

  Faith was unable to form the words, but she knew he could hear her thoughts. Wrapping her arms around his back, desperate for their coupling, she groaned as he plunged his rock hard cock inside of her, filling her channel, stretching her to capacity.

  He exited and filled her again, his eyes wild, untamed.

  He took her with a power and strength that left her mindless, his cock pummeling her over and over, again and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his violent strokes, their skin slapping together with audible urgency.

  Overwhelmed by pure carnal instinct, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, dug her nails into his back. "Mine," her mind shouted.

  "Oh...fuck yeah," he groaned as he slammed into her more fully, thrusting harder, faster. "Take me as yours, baby."

  Gavin hammered into her channel, showing Faith no mercy, and she didn't want any. He was wild, frenzied and out of control, his emotions overflowing into her soul, making her experience the same maniacal desire that mingled with her own.

  His mouth covered hers, mastering her with frantic strokes of his tongue and thrusts of his cock until she was nearly convulsing beneath him, shaking from the intensity of their joining.

  Faith felt her orgasm building, clenching at her gut and igniting her body in flames.

  Gavin shoved his hands under her body, palming her ass. He pulled her up, grinding against her pussy with each furious stroke of his cock. Angling her hips, he plunged deeper, faster, stimulating her clit with each pounding entry.

  He tore his mouth away from hers. "Mine!" His voice was pure feral possessiveness.

  Faith’s climax ripped through her body with such power that she screamed, quaking as her channel spasmed in deep contractions that rocked her entire body.

  Gavin's teeth sunk into her shoulder, releasing another flood of erotic ecstasy. She groaned as the pleasure consumed her, feeling tiny threads binding the two of them together as he marked her as his, claimed her.

  Pulling his scorching mouth from her shoulder, he let out a long low groan as her channel flexed, triggering his orgasm. He buried his cock deep inside her, shuddering as he shot his warm release into her womb.

  He rolled, switching positions, his cock still buried inside of her. She sprawled over his chest, gasping for breath, her heart racing, beating in time with Gavin's.

  "Fuck! Fuck!" he rasped, wrapping his arms protectively around her.

  Faith knew exactly what he was trying to say, but couldn't get the words out. She threaded her hands through his hair, the blond mane as damp with sweat as their bodies. Resting her head on his shoulder, she sighed.

  Will it be like that every time? She sent the thought out to him, her breath still not yet recovered.

  "I hope so. It might kill me, but I'll die damn happy," he said aloud, his voice low and husky. He stroked her back with one hand and her hair with another. "Thank you for being my mate. I promise that I'll make sure you never regret it. I'll love you every day, every moment for the rest of my existence on earth. You'll never want for anything."

  Faith smiled against his shoulder. "All I want is you, Gavin. I love you." Having the love of her werewolf was more than enough. And since he was immortal and now, as his mate, so was she, it would probably be a whole lot of love.

  She turned her head, looking sadly at her half decorated tree. She did love Christmas, but she loved Gavin more. If she had to give up celebrating the season for Gavin's sanity, she would do it in a heartbeat.

  "I'll help you finish the tree. And I think we should go Christmas shopping. Make Christmas cookies. Turn on the Christmas music." He nuzzled his face against her hair and sighed contentedly.

  "Gavin...no. It upsets you. I can do without it," Faith answered hastily, her voice panicked.

  He put a hand on each side of her face, forcing her to look at him. Faith melted as she met his gaze, his fierce blue eyes filled with love and adoration. "I have a lot to celebrate and baby...suddenly I fucking love Christmas."

  "No more bad memories?" she questioned him hesitantly.

  He shook his head emphatically. "Not one. I have a feeling that from now on the smell of pine is going to make my cock hard and I'll find the colors red and green highly arousing. You replaced those memories with stronger memories. Hornier memories." He smiled a wicked, wicked grin that made her nipples harden and her heart flip flop.

  Faith bit her lip, trying not to smile. Really, her Changeling mate was naughty. Very, very naughty.

  "Does that mean I'm getting coal in my stocking this year?" He chuckled, as his arms tightened around her, pulling her close enough to feel his heart pounding against her chest. His cock, still cradled inside her channel, was swelling with startling speed.

  "Werewolf, you can have anything you want if you act out some of those erotic thoughts you're having right now," Faith whispered seductively, sexy images flashing through her head. Gavin's thoughts. Gavin's fantasies.

  "Get ready for action woman." he told her in a husky voice.

  She had called him a werewolf, but he didn't correct her with his usual arrogance. He rolled, trapping her under him, taking her mouth with breathtaking dominance and rampant desire.

  You can call me anything you want as long as I can call you mine. He pushed the thought into her mind as his tongue thoroughly, completely explored her mouth, ravishing her senses.

  He could always call her his, and he would always be hers. Faith's heart exploded with joy. Who knew that a Christmas season that had started out so hopeless would end up making her the happiest woman in the world?

  As the heat of his embrace grew, hotter, wilder, Gavin answered. Ditto, my love. All because of you. I love you, Faith. You're my Christmas miracle.

  Faith wrapped her arms around him, putting every ounce of love that she felt for him in her kiss, trying to show him exactly how much his gift of love meant to her.

  Two people who were meant to be together, each planning on having a very depressing holiday season, finding each other just when they desperately needed love.

  It truly is a Christmas miracle. Faith murmured into Gavin's mind, getting more and more lost in his alluring seduction.

  Ho Ho Ho!

  The deep joll
y belly laugh sounded loudly in Faith's head, momentarily surprising her.

  Santa? Well...what the hell! She had learned to believe in magic. What was so different about believing in Santa and Christmas magic, believing that St. Nick himself had arranged her meeting with Gavin, granted her desperate Christmas wish?

  Thank you, Santa. This is going to be the best Christmas ever, she whispered in her mind, almost sure she heard an answering chuckle from Santa, before completely losing herself to Gavin.

  And, not surprisingly, that Christmas definitely was the very best!

  ~The End~

  Please continue reading for an excerpt of Mine For Tonight: Book One - The Billionaire's Obsession.

  Thank you for reading All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf, the third book about the Lancaster brothers in the Changeling Encounters series. If you’d like to read the first two shorts about Gavin’s brothers, please see:

  Mate Of The Werewolf - Noah and Grace

  The Dangers Of Adopting a Werewolf - Rafe and Zoey

  Also check out my other books:

  The Vampire Coalition: (also available as a complete collection boxed set)

  Ethan’s Mate - Book One

  Rory’s Mate - Book Two

  Nathan’s Mate - Book Three

  Liam’s Mate - Book Four

  Daric’s Mate - Book Five

  Also, my latest series

  The Billionaire’s Obsession:(also available as a complete collection boxed set)

  Mine For Tonight - Book One

  Mine For Now - Book Two

  Mine Forever - Book Three

  and Mine Completely - A Valentine’s Day romance.

  Coming Soon ... The Heart Of The Billionaire

  The following is the first chapter from Mine For Tonight:

  Chapter 1

  Simon Hudson stood silently in the shadows of the opulent lobby, his hands in the pockets of his jeans and one shoulder propped against the frame of a large window that faced the street. His whole body was tense, his dark brown eyes scanning the sidewalk with the intense and total focus of a madman.