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My cock wasn't as thick as his, but I wanted to make sure I didn't hurt him. I added more slick to my fingers before inserting a third. I hurried, aching to be inside him as much as he wanted me there.

One more swipe of slick to coat my cock, and I kneeled over him.

He held his knees spread for me, and I pressed against him, delighting in the warmth of his body. I pressed against his entrance and he let me in, each of us sighing as my cockhead breached. He relaxed against me, allowing gravity and slick to do their jobs until I was engulfed by him, my balls flush against his ass.

I bit out a curse as I stared down at Beau, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on his skin and the beautiful way he arched his neck as he wiggled his hips beneath me. I fell forward, propping myself on my elbows and knees. I'd never done this before, but the motion came easily. I found my own pleasure in the soft sounds Beau made when my cock pressed against his prostate. I sought a better angle, and he wrapped his legs around me, our bodies working together to chase the wave cresting between us.

I coated my hand in slick once more to slide it over Beau's cock. He bucked and writhed beneath me. I wished we could have stayed like that forever, riding the currents of desire. When Beau's cock spurted between us, my orgasm hit me by surprise. The feeling of his ring of muscle tightening around me sent me over the edge. In that moment, I almost lost control of my reindeer. I wanted to bite him, to claim him. Instead, I rested my hand upon his chest and pressed my mouth to it, not trusting myself to give him a simple kiss before we talked.

Mate. Mine.

My beast kept repeating those words, over and over.

Chapter 10

Beau

I couldn't hear over the sound of my heart in my ears and the chant of my eagle.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

We'd never wanted to claim anyone like this before. It would have been different if Jax lived in Miami, and if we'd grown close over time. Instead, we were packing a whole lifetime into a two-week vacation, and then he would return to the North Pole, somewhere I couldn't follow, or so I thought.

We cleaned up together in the bathroom, and then we climbed back into bed. The air-conditioned room felt cool against my skin. I pulled Jax against me for warmth.

"Do you ever recruit folks from other places to work at Christmas Village?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "I don't see them much, but Santa sometimes hires toy and gadget makers to work for him."

Neither of those fit my range of abilities. "What about security?"

"We have magic," he said.

"No fights in Christmas Village?"

He shifted his shoulders so he could glare at me. "We've been known to have a few tousles, but nothing like the humans around here. We don't have guns. If we want to settle something between reindeer, we shift and butt antlers."

"How diverse is it, though? How many different shifter breeds, races, and nationalities?"

"It's Christmas Village." Jax danced his fingers across my arm. "Anyone who believes in the spirit of Christmas is welcome. Only those who mean us harm are stopped by the magic."

"What about work?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too eager. My eagle was still insisting,Mine,and,Mate,and preened when I thought about spending more time with Jax beyond his two weeks.

"There's always something to do," he said. "You're strong." He squeezed my bicep. "You could pack the warehouses and prepare shipments for the sleighs."

Jax's voice had trailed to a whisper and his fingers dragged across my arm. I kissed the back of his head and curled around him, content to let my eagle dream.

I dreamed of circling in my eagle form, high above a snowy forest tinged with the eerie glow of green from the brilliant northern lights.

I woke on my back, with Jax draped across my chest, his lips parted and a trail of drool to my shoulder. He mumbled something and stirred, his gaze seeking mine as he opened his eyes.

"Shit. Did I bite you?" He rose on his elbows and stared at my chest. A light dusting of blush tinted his cheeks pink as he swiped at his drool. "I'm sorry."

"Bite me?" I asked.

"My reindeer wants to mark you, to claim you." He lowered his head back to my chest, avoiding my gaze. "It was so real."

"I don't know enough about eagle shifters to know how they mark each other," I said. "I wouldn't know where to begin to find out."

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