Holiday Howlz: Canine Call Page 4

After the sheriff left with Charlie, Attus and Jynx retreated to their cabin. The storm had moved in and snow was falling, blanketing the trees. At the door, Attus looked at the twinkling, multi-colored lights running along the eaves of the cabins. Green, red, gold and blue reflected off the fresh snow, creating a magical scene.

He stroked Jynx between the ears. “Christmas card perfect, isn’t it?” Jynx rubbed her muzzle against his thigh. “We did good,” he said, opening the cabin door. The moment they were inside, Attus released the seal of his skinsuit and pulled off the hood. He dropped to his knees and hugged Jynx, his heart swelling with pent-up emotion.

“I like rescue work.” The euphoria of finding Charlie and working with Jynx was a high he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Damn, he felt good. He thumped his chest. “It gets you here. Especially this time of year.”

Jynx licked his face and rubbed her muzzle against his cheek.

He pulled off his gloves and stroked her back, furrowing his fingers through her thick, white fur. Attus loved Christmas, but since he was single and unattached, he always took holiday duty and gave team members with children the holidays off. But this year he was with Jynx in a cabin in the mountains.

A naughty idea flitted through his brain and tumbled out of his mouth before reason kicked in. “Let’s not go back to base. Let’s stay here and celebrate Christmas together. The General gave me permission to assist in the search through Christmas Day. If anything goes down we’re just a short chopper ride away. What do you say?”

Jynx pawed the floor twice. “We’ll make a fire and return to base tomorrow.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when Jynx shifted before his eyes. Her body trembled and shuddered as she changed shape.

Attus’ heart thundered as her facial features blurred, changing from wolf to human. Her platinum blonde hair grew, falling well past her shoulders. On all fours, she shook her head.

“Ohmigod.”

Whether wolf or woman, Jynx was beautiful. Her silvery eyes held him spellbound.

Naked, she kneeled before him. “I’d love to celebrate Christmas with you.”

His gaze dropped to her breasts. Her nipples were pebbled, beckoning dark pink buds. Attus swallowed hard. With Jynx in human form, the idea of celebrating Christmas together took on a whole new meaning.

He stood. “I guess I should start a fire.”

“That’s one way to heat things up.”

Her sultry words sent a flash flood of heat through his middle and straight to his balls. His cock jerked to attention. “We both need a hot shower. You go first and I’ll get a fire going.”

She glanced at the erection straining his tight skinsuit.

“I asked Santa for something very special for Christmas. I asked for something I’ve wanted for months. Do you know what I want for Christmas, Attus?”

The way she said his name in that low and sexy voice snapped the first barrier of rank. The answer to her question, if acted upon, promised to destroy the barrier forever. Attus’ heart thudded against his chest wall.

He had a choice to make, his position as the unit leader or Jynx.

“I want you, Attus.” She squeezed him. “I want this.”

His
pulse leaped and fire heated his blood, licked at his balls. “Jynx, you know the rules.”

“It’s Christmas Eve. Santa rules. I’ve been a very good girl,” she said, rising to look him in the eye. “I’ve resisted temptation for months and I have exactly what I been wishing for, you and me alone, off base. But I’m through wishing.”

He kissed her, sealing their mutual desire. Her lips were soft and her mouth hot. Attus knew he’d crossed a threshold. He committed his heart to Jynx. No going back. No retreat. No regrets.

Bless Santa and all of his reindeer!

Jynx wanted Attus and she wasn’t waiting another second. She grabbed the collar of Attus’ skinsuit. “Off, now!”

In a flurry of tugs and pulls, he stripped in seconds.

She’d seen Attus without a shirt, but never completely naked or stone hard. He was lean, all muscle and deliciously endowed. This was one Christmas gift she knew she’d enjoy.

Goodbye, Number Five.

She reached out and palmed Attus’ penis. It was long and thick and laced with turgid veins. Using the pad of her thumb, she slicked a bead of pre-cum over the silky crown. “Santa is generous.”

“I’m ready to explode.”

She squeezed him. “Promise?”

He cupped her face in his hand, his thumb grazing her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And I have excellent vision.”

He made her feel beautiful, desirable and sensual. Hot.

For a heartbeat they stared at one another. Then they came together in a rush of heat, arms twining and hands clutching.

He took her mouth, tasting her. Their tongues warred, teased and savored. They swayed against one another, lost in the sensation of feel and touch. Her taut nipples scraped his chest and her belly rubbed provocatively against his. The heat of his erection seared her skin.

She growled, throaty and deep. Breaking the kiss, Attus looked her in the eyes. “I heard your howls, experienced your moans, gasps and cries. You drove me crazy.” “I wanted you to feel my longing. I ached for you, Attus.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.