All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) by J. S. Scott Read Free Book Online Page A

might kill me, but I'll die damn happy," he said aloud, his voice low and husky. He stroked her back with one hand and her hair with another. "Thank you for being my mate. I promise that I'll make sure you never regret it. I'll love you every day, every moment for the rest of my existence on earth. You'll never want for anything."
    Faith smiled against his shoulder. "All I want is you, Gavin. I love you." Having the love of her werewolf was more than enough. And since he was immortal and now, as his mate, so was she, it would probably be a whole lot of love.
    She turned her head, looking sadly at her half decorated tree. She did love Christmas, but she loved Gavin more. If she had to give up celebrating the season for Gavin's sanity, she would do it in a heartbeat.
    "I'll help you finish the tree. And I think we should go Christmas shopping. Make Christmas cookies. Turn on the Christmas music." He nuzzled his face against her hair and sighed contentedly.
    "Gavin...no. It upsets you. I can do without it," Faith answered hastily, her voice panicked.
    He put a hand on each side of her face, forcing her to look at him. Faith melted as she met his gaze, his fierce blue eyes filled with love and adoration. "I have a lot to celebrate and baby...suddenly I fucking love Christmas."
    "No more bad memories?" she questioned him hesitantly.
    He shook his head emphatically. "Not one. I have a feeling that from now on the smell of pine is going to make my cock hard and I'll find the colors red and green highly arousing. You replaced those memories with stronger memories. Hornier memories." He smiled a wicked, wicked grin that made her nipples harden and her heart flip flop.
    Faith bit her lip, trying not to smile. Really, her Changeling mate was naughty. Very, very naughty.
    "Does that mean I'm getting coal in my stocking this year?" He chuckled, as his arms tightened around her, pulling her close enough to feel his heart pounding against her chest. His cock, still cradled inside her channel, was swelling with startling speed.
    "Werewolf, you can have anything you want if you act out some of those erotic thoughts you're having right now," Faith whispered seductively, sexy images flashing through her head. Gavin's thoughts. Gavin's fantasies.
    "Get ready for action woman." he told her in a husky voice.
    She had called him a werewolf, but he didn't correct her with his usual arrogance. He rolled, trapping her under him, taking her mouth with breathtaking dominance and rampant desire.
    You can call me anything you want as long as I can call you mine. He pushed the thought into her mind as his tongue thoroughly, completely explored her mouth, ravishing her senses.
    He could always call her his, and he would always be hers. Faith's heart exploded with joy. Who knew that a Christmas season that had started out so hopeless would end up making her the happiest woman in the world?
    As the heat of his embrace grew, hotter, wilder, Gavin answered. Ditto, my love. All because of you. I love you, Faith. You're my Christmas miracle.
    Faith wrapped her arms around him, putting every ounce of love that she felt for him in her kiss, trying to show him exactly how much his gift of love meant to her.
    Two people who were meant to be together, each planning on having a very depressing holiday season, finding each other just when they desperately needed love.
    It truly is a Christmas miracle. Faith murmured into Gavin's mind, getting more and more lost in his alluring seduction.
    Ho Ho Ho!
    The deep jolly belly laugh sounded loudly in Faith's head, momentarily surprising her.
    Santa? Well...what the hell! She had learned to believe in magic. What was so different about believing in Santa and Christmas magic, believing that St. Nick himself had arranged her meeting with Gavin, granted her desperate Christmas wish?
    Thank you, Santa. This is going to be the best Christmas ever, she whispered in her mind, almost sure she heard an answering chuckle from Santa,