Page 54 of Rejected Wolf

I felt Jude coming before I saw him. He was excited about something, and I turned to find him walking from the woods wearing a bright red Santa suit, complete with fake bushy beard.

“Ho, ho, ho!” he called, holding his plush belly, having stuffed it full of something. “Did I get that right? Are you sure it’s not ha, ha, ha?” He drew me into his arms, while I laughed in delight. “Why don’t you come and sit on my lap, little boy, and tell me what you want for Christmas,” he said, a touch too lewd to be family-friendly, and I slapped his shoulder halfheartedly.

“I think you’ve lost the point of Santa Claus.”

“Are you sure?” He quirked a brow, his hands sliding down to squeeze my ass. “He gives presents, right? Well, I have something I want to give you.” He backed up, pulling me by the hand toward our cabin. He reached down and adjusted his cock, which was tenting the baggy red velour. “Tell me, have you been a good boy?”

I groaned, shaking my head. “Bad timing, hun. I just put Jesse down for a nap. We can’t fool around in there.”

“Oh.” His eyes flitted around the camp. Everyone was busy preparing for the evening festivities. Behind the beard, his smile turned wicked. “We could be naughty together and fool around out here…”

I blinked at him, once, twice, sure he had to be joking. “But it’s cold out!”

He shrugged, drawing me behind the firewood shed. “I’ll keep you warm.”

“Uh-uh, no way am I taking off my clothes out here. I refuse to get frostbite on my ass.” Even as I argued, I could feel my convictions crumbling.

“Mm, I wouldn’t dream of it. I promise we can do what I have planned while standing. You can even leave all your snow gear on, and just to be fair, I’ll keep the suit on.” He winked, and I tried to imagine his little paunchy belly jiggling like a bowl full of jelly.

“I have to admit, it is kinda hot,” I said, skating my hands down the soft fabric until I got to a part of him that was decidedlynotsoft. I worked him through the pants, jacking him off as I started to grow more desperate.

Jude shoved me back against the shed wall and tipped my head back, diving in to tongue the hollow between my collarbones, the fake beard tickling my neck. “Mine,” he growled against my skin.

“Say it again,” I gasped, pulling off his Santa hat and tossing it aside so I could tangle my fingers in his hair. I knew I shouldn’t want to feel like a possession, like an object to be put on his shelf, but gods help me, I did. I wanted to be positivelyowned.

I felt him smile against my skin as he slid his lips along the grooves of my mating scar. “You are mine, Morgan. Forever.”

With those words, he lowered to his knees at my feet and shoved my jacket up high enough so he could get at my belt. A few deft moves had my pants open, and I felt his hot breath through my boxers before he took me out with a firm grip. There was no time to feel the cold before his mouth enveloped me.

I cried out, my hips involuntarily jerking forward, and I swore I felt my cock hit the back of his throat. His grip on my thighs tightened, and he moaned around me. “Oh, shit,” I cursed, pumping in and out of his mouth. The alternating warm and cold nearly made me lose my mind.

Even hidden out of sight as we were, I knew what we were doing was no secret. That was the thing about living with shifters, they could hear and smelleverything, but unless I was planning on being celibate, I had no choice but to get used to it. But then I heard the vehicles. “Oh no, the guests are arriving!” I moaned, panicking.

He pulled back and looked up at me. “Then you’d better hurry and come for Santa.” I didn’t know what it was about the whole belly and fake beard, but it was working for me. I nodded frantically, and he slid back into place around me, devouring me with renewed passion.

My mate. He was everything to me. I would never get enough of this man. He was my heart, my strength, my reason to wake up in the morning. He might’ve jokedabout the gift he was giving me right now, but he’d already given me the world. An undying love, a truer family than I’d every known, and a future I couldn’t wait to spend with him.

And as his tongue laved along the underside of my cock, I had a little gift for him too. I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from crying out loud as I came in his mouth. I felt his throat working as he swallowed me down, and when he rose back up, he looked thoroughly proud of himself.

“Oh, Rumpy, I will absolutely be paying you back for that later.”

Jude laughed roughly, grinding his erection against me. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he said, kissing me so I could catch my own flavor on his tongue.

I was breathless and sated, and I smiled drunkenly. “It’s not Christmas yet. There’s still four more days.”

His responding smile was predatory. “Then I guess we’ll have lots of time for more presents.”

“We have years and years,” I whispered, kissing him again tenderly, letting my sappiness get the better of me for a minute.

We straightened ourselves out and went to join the party that was just starting to get into the swing of things. Dylan’s dad had arrived to spend the festival with us, and hebrought along a few kegs of wolf’s bane beer, but he wasn’t the real surprise guest. Shan had invited Silas, although nobody had actually thought he’d come. But there he was, looking surly, along with his Beta, Pacey.

Pouring himself a drink from the keg, Silas sauntered into the middle of the gathering in front of the bonfire with all the cockiness of an apex predator in heat. He had his eyes set on Stuart. “And who might you be?” he asked, all suave. “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

Damon stepped in between them without batting an eye. “Uh-uh, don’t even think about it. Find someone else to ogle.” He made a shooing motion with his hand.

“Are you volunteering?” Silas asked, cocking an eyebrow and letting his gaze roam down Damon’s body. “Or maybe the two of you would be interested in—”

“No.” Damon turned away without bothering to listen to the rest of Silas’s offer, grabbing Stuart’s hand on the way by and pulling him over to the other side of the fire. Dawn and Tara laughed, and even Pacey had to muffle a snicker behind his fist, pretending to cough. Silas scowled at him, before sulking into his beer.

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