Holiday Howlz: Canine Call Page 5

Together, they tore back the colorful quilt and blanket. Jynx fell upon the bed, her back hitting the mattress. Attus lunged between her thighs, his big cock aimed for her core. The broad head of his cock probed her center, nudging between her swollen labia. A hot surge of need rolled through her, coiled in her pussy, drenching her walls.

She gasped as he pushed inside her, uttering a soft wail as she opened to him. “I ached for you, Jynx,” he said, plunging deep. She quivered as he filled her, his cock boring into her with steely precision. “I want to make you howl. I want my ears to ring with your ecstasy and know I’m the one giving you pleasure.” She raised her hips to meet his hard thrust. He drove deep. Jynx threw back her head and let loose with a hungry groan. Skin slapping, he thrust hard and fast. “I want to make you howl.” Grabbing him by the shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his lean hips and dug her heels into his ass cheeks. The muscles in his neck were corded and perspiration beaded on his temples. His eyes were bright, his pupils dilated. “Ohhhh God. You have me on the edge.” Muscles bunched and arms shaking, he slowed the tempo, grinding deep into her pussy and pressing down on her clit. Yelping, Jynx raked her fingernails down his back, felt the resulting shiver run along his spine. He rolled his hips and plunged. “I want you to howl for me, Jynx, and I don’t care if everyone in Snow Ridge hears you.” Flesh glided against flesh, each stroke spiking her with fiery heat. Mindless, she bucked beneath him, squeezing and clenching.

Attus cried out, his cock pulsing as the fire consumed them.

Jynx threw back her head and howled as she came.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Attus rolled onto his back. Her head on his shoulder, Jynx snuggled against him.

“My ears are still ringing.”

Her pussy had ceased convulsing, but a lethargy of pleasure and warmth surrounded Jynx. Happiness. Love. Attus.

Thank you, Santa.

* * *

Jynx awoke and reached out, sliding her hand over the flannel sheets to find empty space. She smelled fresh coffee and heard singing, an off-tune Christmas carol.

She climbed out of bed, wrapped a quilt around herself and padded out of the room. A cheery fire burned in the old-fashioned brick fireplace in the living room. The drapes were closed and the lamps bracketing an over-stuffed sofa were lit. A utilitarian kitchen, table and four chairs were to her left and the scent of roasted turkey filled the air.

The table was set for two. A pine bough served as a centerpiece, with red candles sticking out of juice glasses.

Wearing only a pair of cargo pants and singing another familiar carol, Attus was opening a bottle of white wine. He poured two glasses and turned toward her.

His gaze met hers. “Santa must love me.”

He set the glasses aside and crossed the room in three strides. He threw his arms around her, picked her up and kissed her soundly.

“Merry Christmas, Attus.” Jynx sniffed the air. “Smells good.”

He set her on her feet, but kept her firmly in his grasp. “I hope you’re hungry. I have turkey breast, stuffing, sweet potato casserole and peas. Pumpkin pie for dessert. The supermarket had a holiday special. I bought wine, red and white. I thought we’d start with the white wine and work our way to the red.”

“I can’t think of anything more delicious, but it isn’t food that has me hungry. It’s you, Attus.”

He slid his hands down her hips and cupped her ass. “Are you trying to seduce me before dinner?”

She slid her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants. “I like a Christmas present that keeps on giving.”

He guided her to the sofa and turned off the lamps. “I’ll be right back.”

Curled up in the corner of the couch, Jynx watched him walk into the kitchen and flick off the lights. Firelight danced over the ceiling and walls, creating a romantic ambience.

She and Attus were alone in a cozy cabin on Christmas Eve. Happy, Jynx pinched her thigh just to make sure her Christmas wish had really come true.

Wine glasses in hand, Attus returned and sat down next to her. Then he looked her in the eye, giving her that this-is-important-so-listen-up look she’d seen during mission briefings. “I want to make a toast,” he said, lifting his glass. “To the most beautiful woman in the world. To the woman I love.”

Jynx’s heart clenched as he touched his glass to hers. “I love you, Attus. I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

They sipped the wine, sealing the moment.

He slipped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. “This is perfect. It’s like we’re the only people on Earth.”

Her heart dancing with joy, Jynx snuggled against Attus’ chest. Thank you, Santa.

Content to be together, they snuggled close and watched the flickering flames of the fire.

After they finished their wine, Attus set the empty glasses aside. “More wine?”

Shaking her head, Jynx reached out and cupped his face. “I love you, Attus. It feels so good to tell you. We broke the rules. What happens next?”

“I’ll resign my command.”

She placed her hands on his broad shoulders. “I’m sorry, Attus. I know how hard you’ve worked and how dedicated you are. Everyone on base respects your commitment.”

“I love you, Jynx.” He took her hand and kissed her palm. “Resigning my command of Red Alpha Base is far easier than losing you.”

“I’m crazy in love with you.” She kissed the tip of his nose. “What do you want for Christmas, Attus?”

“I want you, Jynx. I want to marry you.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I want to make you happy. Give you everything you desire.”

“Why wouldn’t you make me happy?”

He drew in a slow breath and squeezed her hand. “I’m only human. I’ll never truly be part of your
pack. How will I satisfy your wolven needs?”

“If I wanted to mate with a were, I would have done so. I want you, Attus. I want to marry you. You’re my alpha male.”

His fingers tightened around hers. “Odds are our children wouldn’t be able to shapeshift. My blindness is hereditary. What if —”

“I know the odds. I can’t imagine having children with anyone else. I love my job, but if it’s a choice between the military or you,” — she placed her palm over his heart, felt the rapid beating of his heart – “I choose you, Attus.”

“I think my heart is about to jump out of my chest.”

Jynx’s heart thumped hard against her chest wall. “Mine too.”

Attus grasped her by the waist and drew her close, crushing her breasts to his chest. “I love you, Jynx. Since we’ll both be out of work soon, what do you think about starting a rescue business?”

“As long as we’re together, I’m willing to give it a go.”

She raked her fingers through his silky hair. “Make love to me, Attus. Make me howl.”