Page 72 of Wounded Christmas Wolf
Holly drew him in for a kiss. Kissing turned into enthusiastic necking, and they ended up sprawling on the pillows, kissing and groping frantically.
“You know there’s a bed upstairs,” Holly gasped, breaking the kiss.
She climbed up to the loft ahead of Jace, already lookingforward to the bed. She had forgotten about the garlands of mistletoe hanging everywhere, but she approved. She approved a lot less of the Santa doll on the nightstand, which she turned to face the wall.
“Really?” Jace said as he appeared over the top of the ladder. “I thought you didn’t mind beady doll eyes watching us have sex.”
“I mind Santa watching us have sex. I really don’t want to be judged on whether I’m being naughty or nice right now.”
“Glad I didn’t opt for the Kringle house, then.”
Jace tackled her, and they fell laughing on the bed.
“I vote for naughty, by the way,” he said, in between nibbling on her neck. “The good kind of naughty.”
Holly pulled his shirt open, baring his chest. “You call this being naughty? This is still too nice.”
“Oh really,” Jace said, and he rolled her over as she squealed in delight. “How about this?”
He pulled down her jeans, and tugged the waistband of her underwear, dragging it down to her knees.
Holly gasped incoherently as he pressed against her doggy-style, not quite entering her yet, but teasing around her entrance, while he fingered her lightly and electric sparks tingled through her hips. He leaned over her, his chest hair rough against her back, and by the time he pushed in, she was wet and ready for him.
She rose quickly to climax, but Jace seemed to be holding back. As she began to relax a little, his thrusting slowed and she reached back to grab at him. “Don’t stop!”
“I’m not, but ...” His breath tickled the back of her neck. “How do you feel about biting during sex?”
She thought about the hickey in the mirror, and a wave of tingling coursed through her. “I am very much in favor of it.”
With that, his fervor increased, and Holly felt herselfbuilding to another climax. When she crashed over the edge, he did too, and she was dimly aware of a sharp spark in her shoulder that seemed to unite them in a mutual orgasm that went on and on and on.
When she finally came down, they were lying curled up together. There was a faint pulsing ache between her legs, and a similar feeling right at the base of her neck. She raised a hand to feel it.
“You were bleeding for a minute,” Jace said. He rubbed a fingertip across it, and she shivered with a pleasurable rush that she felt all the way down to her hips. “You aren’t now. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”
“I don’t want to do it every time.” She didn’t think she could handle it every time, for one thing.
“I don’t think I want to either.” He hesitated. “I think this is ... special. Like it’s cementing a bond between us.”
That was what it had felt like to her, too. “Shifter things,” she murmured.
They cuddled together sleepily while the fire died downstairs and snow sifted down outside the windows. Holly was drifting in and out of a light drowse when a sudden thought occurred to her. She rolled over and sat up. Jace made a sleepy, protesting noise as she leaned over the side of the bed to find her jeans, and consequently her phone.
“That’s what I thought,” she said, flopping back with the phone. “It’s after midnight. Ten minutes after midnight, to be precise. That means it’s Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” Jace murmured sleepily. He pushed up on an elbow to kiss her.
Holly slipped a hand under the covers to caress his side. “Do you want your present now or in the morning?”
“Mmm,” he hummed against her mouth. “Didn’t you just give me my present?”
“Not that.” She gave him a playful little push against thepillows. “I have something for you. I was thinking maybe it would be easier for me to give it to you now than with the whole family there. Don’t feel bad that you don’t have anything for me; this is really nothing, seriously, I just didn’t want you to not haveanything?—”
“But I do have something for you.” Jace sat up in the snow-filtered near-dark, gazing at her with infinite softness. “And it’s here in the cabin. You’re right, let’s exchange gifts now.”
“You ... got me something?” Holly’s insides instantly melted. “I didn’t expect—I mean, I wasn’t implying there’s an obligation—Whendid you get me something? We were together both times we were in town.”
“Come and find out.”
