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A Wolf’s Christmas Gift
Darlene Kuncytes
Copyright © 2014 Darlene Kuncytes
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Megan Chambers pushed past the throngs of shoppers mulling about and rushed down the street, her head down, trying to fight off the bone chilling cold. Christmas lights twinkled and flashed around her, darkening her already foul mood.
Thanking God that it was Friday, and she could just lock herself away for the weekend; she hurried past the happy families as they laughed and juggled their purchases in their arms.
Megan detested Christmas. The lights, the people…the festive feel in the air. When you were on your own in a big city; the holidays were just another reminder of the loneliness that surrounded you. Megan shook her head as she turned down an alley, away from the bustling Christmas shoppers and headed towards Alexander’s wine bar. She just wanted to grab a quick glass of wine and unwind before heading home to her empty apartment.
She knew that her solitude was all her own doing, but when everyone you had ever loved in your life deserted you…you just got to a point where there just wasn’t anything left to give. Her father had deserted her and her mother when Megan was five. Then, she had lost her mother from that bitch called cancer when she was seventeen. And… she didn’t even want to think about David – she thought with a groan. That bastard - who she had thought that she had loved, and had lived with for almost five years, had cheated on her the entire time! She still beat herself up about being much too blind to even see it! No – being on your own was the best bet. At twenty-nine years old – she was just too damn tired of being let down.
She walked through the door of the bar and went over to a tiny table in the corner – away from the couples laughing and stealing kisses as they sipped their Merlot or Rieslings. God! She just wanted to find an island and disappear!
The perky little blond came over and took her order, smiling and nodding happily, and Megan found that she just wanted to slap the poor girl. Ah, crap! I have turned into a cynical bitch, she thought with a scowl. She was way too young to be such a downer!
Megan was a beautiful woman; her long chestnut hair hung in waves over her shoulders and her huge blue eyes were mesmerizing. She got a lot of attention, but had become adept at shooting down anyone who tried to get close.
The waitress set her glass down and wished her a Happy Holiday. Yeah, right. She thought darkly, a sense of melancholy washing over her. Christmas was a week away yet, and she had no desire what so ever to celebrate it. She sipped her wine, enjoying the warmth that it brought to her belly.
“May I join you?” The deep voice jerked her from her musings and Megan looked up to find a tall, very good looking man standing before her. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat as a chill crept up her spine. There was just something about his eyes that set her alarms bells off immediately. They were a light blue, so light, in fact - that they looked almost white; and intense in a way that had a shudder running across her.
She fought back the snarky reply that instantly came to mind, and tried her best to give him a polite smile. For some reason, she realized that this wasn’t the type of man to piss off by being rude. He seemed…dangerous.
“No, thank you,” she murmured, as politely as humanly possible; her eyes darting around the bar looking for any sign of help if she needed it.
He stared silently, his mouth twisting up in a smile that did nothing to relieve her unease. It was smug and almost predatory. Oh, God! This man was a total creeper, she thought; her hand tightening on her glass to the point that it was becoming painful.
Finally, he gave her a slight bow, his eyes not leaving hers. “As you wish. Perhaps… another time.” With that he turned and drifted through the crowd and over to the bar. Looking back at her as he did with that same smile plastered across his lips, and she shivered.
Oh, so not what she needed tonight! Megan downed the rest of her wine and dug into her purse, pulling out a twenty. She tossed it on the table and stood, slipping on her coat. The waitress rushed over and smiled. “I’ll be right back with your change.”
“Keep it,” Megan replied, grazing her with a small smile. It was about the best that she could manage at the moment. “Merry Christmas.”
“Oh, my God! Thank you,” she said, beaming. She leaned in and whispered loud enough so only Megan could hear. “You would think that people would be a little more generous around the holidays,” she laughed with a rolling of her eyes. “But, nope; not in the least. So, really; thank you. You made my night!”
“Glad I could,” Megan replied, a genuine smile crossing her features. “Have a good night.” With that she left the bar, thankful that her apartment was only a few blocks away. All she wanted at the moment was a hot bath and a warm bed.
~ ~ ~
As Megan made her way down the alley that cut through to the courtyard of her complex, the hair at the back of her neck lifted as an icy chill crawled up her spine. She looked around, but the street was deserted, only the twinkling of Christmas lights illuminating the darkness, and she quickened her pace.
She had almost made it
to the back entrance when a figure stepped out from the shadows, blocking her path. A gasp burst from her lips as she recognized the creeper from the bar, and she felt her knees begin to shake. Oh, this couldn’t be happening!
“I’m not accustomed to being turned away,” he whispered, his tone low and dangerous, and Megan frantically looked around for anyone who might help her. Pure panic seized her when she realized that there was no one in sight.
In a flash that was almost too quick for her to even comprehend he had her pushed against the wall of the building, his hand on her throat, squeezing the air from her lungs.
He took a deep breath, bringing his face close to hers. “You do smell delicious.”
Megan slammed her eyes shut as she waited for what was sure to come next. She only hoped that he wouldn’t kill her
~ ~ ~
“Step away from her, Malcom.” Megan’s eyes snapped open at the sound of the deep, masculine voice that drifted across the night air, and felt her heart stop dead in her chest at the sight of the man standing there; illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon.
He was tall; at least six four, and insanely muscular. He only wore a light leather jacket against the single digit cold of the evening, and a pair of faded blue jeans that hugged his muscular thighs like a second skin. His black hair was cut short, an errant piece falling across his forehead, and she had the insane notion that she wanted to swipe it away from his face and feel its silky texture. His jaw was strong and squared, showing just a shadow of beard that only served to enhance his rugged features.
She was jerked from her thoughts when the hand at her throat tightened, and she squeaked in pain; her head beginning to spin precariously around her.
“I said to step the fuck away from her,” the stranger growled, and creeper barked out a short, amused laugh. The pressure disappeared as he let her go, and she dropped to the ground in the snow, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably as she tried to get air back into her lungs.
“You know, Jax; you really must quit interfering with my dining pleasures. It is becoming tiresome.”
Megan watched as the two men circled each other, their gazes locked as they seemed to size each other up. She thought she would pass out when the creeper bared his teeth and she saw… fangs! What the hell? I couldn’t be!
She struggled, trying to get to her feet while the two were staring at each other; but found that she just didn’t have the strength. Her head was spinning as the terror of what was happening hit her full force.
Suddenly the man who had come to her rescue charged the asshole from the bar, and the two men slammed into each other with a mighty thud, the sound cracking through the night air. She heard growls and curses as they slammed each other against the building; the earth seeming to rumble beneath their feet.
She watched as the one the creep had called Jax delivered a solid blow to his face that knocked him to the ground – but only a second later - he burst out laughing as he jumped right back up as if it hadn’t had the slightest effect on him at all, and she watched in horror as he pulled a knife from the waistband of his trousers.
“Watch out!” Megan screamed, her body shaking with fear. “Knife!”
Creeper darted forward and struck, hitting the other man in the side, and she heard him grunt from the impact. “No!” She screamed, and creeper turned to give her a smile; his eyes glowing like that of an animal’s caught in the headlights of a car. How could someone’s eyes do that?
In that instant, Jax struck, knocking the bastard to the ground and seizing his throat in a deadly grip. The two men rolled and struggled and finally, creeper broke free and took off running – his footsteps crunching in the icy snow as he disappeared from sight.
Megan forced herself to stand finally, and walked unsteadily to where the other man lay prone in the snow. She could see a patch of red against the white to which he lay immobile, and her heart slammed in her chest. Oh, God! Please, don’t let him be dead! He had only tried to help!
When she heard him groan softly, she fell to her knees beside him, her breath coming out in quick gulps. She felt her eyes stinging with tears as everything that had happened in the last ten minutes came crashing down on her all at once.
~ ~ ~
Jax pushed himself up, and shook his head. The pain in his side pulling the breath from his body. Christ… that really hurt.
He glanced up at the woman hovering over him and grimaced. Dear God, she was breathtaking.
“I’ll…I’ll call for an ambulance,” she croaked, her lips trembling, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold…or shock.
He shook his head vehemently. “No, I’m fine.” He ground out against the stinging in his side. “Don’t call anyone.”
She seemed to debate this for moment, her eyes darting around.
“I…I live right there,” she stammered finally, pointing to her building. “Let me at least get you inside and take a look at where he…he cut you.” She was trying hard to keep it together, and Jax wanted to ease her fear. For some reason, he wanted that more at this moment than he wanted to get his hands on that bastard.
Jax nodded and started to push himself to his feet, and was suddenly aware of the feel of her arm slipping around his waist, and he had to admit – it didn’t feel half bad. He caught a whiff of her amazing scent and felt a shiver run up his spine. Jumping Jesus, he silently cursed, she smelled like peaches and cream!
She led him to the door and stopped, her eyes frantically searching the area. “What’s wrong,” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“My purse,” she murmured, then let out her breath in a rush when she spotted it lying in the snow. “Can you stand on your own?” She asked, looking up into his face, and he nodded.
She released him and dashed over to retrieve her bag, opening it and digging out her keys; and he couldn’t help but miss the warmth of her embrace. Easy there, big boy. He silently warned himself.
She rushed back over to where he stood and unlocked the door, her arm wrapping around his waist once again, and he felt a sigh ease from his lips. Damn, that was nice.
Megan led him over to the elevator and followed him in, leaning away to hit the button for her floor. When the doors opened, she kept her hold on him as she guided him down the hall, and Jax found himself really liking the contact.
~ ~ ~
Megan opened the door to her apartment and helped him over to the couch. She eased off his jacket and threw it onto the chair; shucking out of her own quickly. What the hell was she doing? She suddenly asked herself. She was bringing a stranger into her home!
She chewed her lower lip as she reasoned that he may be a stranger…but he was a stranger that was injured because he had taken it upon himself to save her sorry ass. That being decided, she went into motion.
“Lay back,” she ordered, walking over to him and softly pressing her hand to his shoulder and easing him back against the sofa. When he had settled himself into the cushions of the couch, she dashed into the bathroom for some antiseptic and bandages. Luckily, she was a walking talking accident just waiting to happen and was fully stocked with all the necessities.
When she walked back into the living room, she found him still laying there, his eyes closed… his breathing deep and even. She hesitated a moment, just taking in the man’s utter beauty. He was long, and lean – yet muscled. His features were strong and masculine and she found herself wondering if his hair would be silky or coarse to the touch.
She brushed the thoughts aside, and cleared her throat, swallowing hard when his eyelids fluttered and he looked up at her. Dear Lord, but his eyes were amazing. They were a deep, rich amber that was the same color as warm honey.
“I’ve got something to clean that with,” she said, shifting uncomfortably.
“It’s just a scratch,” he whispered, giving her a grin that curled the toes in her boots.
“Well, let me be the judge of that.” She walked over to where he lay and knelt down in front of h
im, setting her supplies down on the floor beside her. She reached out with hands that trembled - she noted with a blush, and carefully lifted his shirt, her eyes widening at the toned firm stomach that greeted her. Christ! The man just had to be a model! She bit back a laugh at the thought. Yeah, a fighting ninja warrior model! Ugh! She was such an ass.
She glanced up and caught him watching her intently, those amber eyes locking in on hers, and their gazes clashed. They just stared - neither one of them moving - and the room suddenly seemed to be electrically charged…snapping and crackling around them.
Megan cleared her throat nervously again, and looked down at the floor; reaching for the antiseptic and the washcloth.
“This might sting a bit,” she croaked out, trying hard to ignore what his gaze was doing to her. She could feel the heat rushing through her body, and fought hard to push it back. This man had saved her – she shouldn’t be salivating after him like a dog in heat!
“It’ll be fine,” he replied, giving her that damn grin again. “By the way. What’s your name? I’d like to know who is taking such good care of me.”
She looked up and gave him a small smile. “Megan. Megan Chambers. And you? I’d like to know who to thank for coming to my rescue. I…I heard that…” she stopped, the image of that bastards glowing eyes and fangs invading her mind, and she shivered.
~ ~ ~
Jax watched her closely, knowing that she had seen what Malcom was, and was trying desperately to make sense of it all. His eyes went to her throat and the overwhelming urge to rip that bastard to shreds hit him full force when he saw the red hand print there.
“Jax Powers,” he said, trying hard to reign in his fury.
