Hot Holida Treats

by Sorcha Mowbray, Rachel Kenley, Jocelyn Dex, Sotia Lazu, Leigh Ellwood, Eva Lefoy, Daisy Banks, Sofia Grey

  “You could drive a man insane, Jess. I don’t know where to kiss next.” He paused, as though thinking. “Here?” The shell of my ear. “Or here?” The base of my throat. “Hmm, maybe here?” The soft swell of my stomach. “I need you lying down.”

  I didn’t care where he went next, as long as he didn’t stop. I moved, with his hands guiding me, and our positions were reversed. He knelt over me. Skin to skin.

  Deft fingers popped the button on my jeans, and then slid beneath the waistband, to dip under the elastic of my panties. Oh dear God, was he going to go down on me, here in my parent’s living room, when they could be back any time? I wouldn’t need much to push me over the edge, and if his touch went any further south he’d find how wet I was.

  The zipper was next, and he opened it one tooth at a time, making me wait. His lips brushed the top of my panties, and then he paused. “Jess, I need to ask you something.”

  “What?” It came out as a squeak.

  “Are you seeing Jack again?”

  It took a moment before my scrambled neurons made the connection. I’d been to the club with Jack. “No.” I sucked in a tortured breath. “He’s a dick.”

  “Good.” Levi lifted his head and scorched me with his gaze. “I won’t share you.”

  His arrogance amused me. “Bit cocky, aren’t you?”

  The replying grin was smug and proud. “Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Before I could assemble a witty comeback, he yanked at my jeans and dragged them down my thighs. “Matching panties,” he murmured. “Very pretty.” He nuzzled them, and a second later, pulled them down too. I was helpless now, laid out before him, my jeans stuck at the knees. I loved every minute.

  He cupped me in another bold, confident move, and my hips surged up, a rush of desire making me squirm. “Levi, please…”

  “Please, what?” He stroked a circle around my clit, paused, and again. Teasing. Did I really need to spell it out for him? “Please, what, Jess?”

  “Touch me.” My lungs were struggling to re-inflate, and my pulse pounded in my ears, but I wouldn’t move for the world.

  “I am touching you, baby.” He blew a hot breath over my pussy lips, and I shuddered. Bastard. I loved it. “You mean touch you here?” He dragged a finger along my slit, and I moaned. “Or here?” He slipped inside me, just a fraction.

  So much sensation, but not enough, and he knew it. I’d never had a lover play with me before. I burned with frustration, my fingers clawing at the carpet, as I tried to form coherent words. Right now I could only moan.

  “Hmm.” Levi nuzzled my pussy, his tongue lapping at me. “You taste so good. Like the sweetest ice cream.” Another lick that made me dizzy. “I want to make you come so hard, your legs turn to jelly.”

  His hands stroked the inside of my thighs, holding me open. I was helpless, and focused on one thing. My approaching orgasm. Never mind turning my legs into jelly, when this one hit, I’d melt into a sticky puddle all over the floor.

  “Your clit is like a little pearl, all shiny and pink.” Another hot breath made me tremble. “Ask me nicely, Jess.”

  He rasped a stubbled cheek over one hipbone, and I gulped. Speech. He wanted me to say something. “Please,” I whispered, unable to say anything else. My vocabulary had reduced to one word. “Please.”

  There was a rapid lick on my clit, and then he closed his mouth around it and sucked. Hard. I cried out, pleasure sweeping through me in a relentless torrent. Lightning flashed behind my eyes, and every muscle in my body seemed to spasm at once. Christ. That wasn’t an orgasm. I just died and went to heaven.

  Chapter Twenty

  “So,” murmured Levi, his lips vibrating against my inner thigh. “Jelly?” He nipped the soft flesh there and set off another shockwave of pleasure. “Or do I need another go? You did say I was cocky.” His fingertips danced around my hyper-sensitive clit, not quite touching. “I like to deliver.”

  With an immense burst of determination, I grabbed at his head and tugged gently, pulling him back up my body. I needed to kiss him. Right now. He tasted musky, of me, I realized. Breaking off to draw breath, I ran my fingers through his hair. “Jelly. God, yes.”

  I loved the very wolfish grin he gave me. Pure, alpha male. “Come away with me. We can go to Snowdonia together.” At that moment, I’d follow him anywhere. I nodded. His smile softened, and tenderness flickered in his eyes. “I have a confession.”

  This looked serious. I stole a kiss, and waited for him to continue. “I was going to walk away, try to forget I’d met you, rather than cause a rift with your parents. But now, I can’t do that.” He lifted a hand and dug it into my hair, closing his fist around the locks. “I want you too badly.”

  The mention of my parents reminded me they’d be home soon. Finding us semi-naked in front of the fire would not be good. I tried to think clearly. “I need to be home again for Christmas. That gives us nearly two weeks.”

  Levi held me close. I felt the steady thump of his heart, and breathed in the now-familiar scent of his skin. “We can do a lot in two weeks.” His voice rumbled over my head.

  “How long are you here for?”

  “I’ve got a holiday visa, however long that is.” He pressed a kiss onto my hair. “I just wanted to get here, the quickest way I could.”

  Huh? Something didn’t add up. I backtracked the conversation in my head. “Why were you in such a rush?”

  There was the tiniest hesitation before he spoke. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

  “I thought you said you were here to see friends.”

  He sighed. I felt him tense, and then gather me tighter in his arms. “I came here to see you, Jess.”

  With so much delicious naked flesh in close proximity, it was difficult to think clearly. I must be missing something. “We met at the pound, and then in my, uh, dreams.” I swallowed. That was a tough concept to get hold of. “And then you dropped everything to fly here, just to see me? Are you like a crazy millionaire or something? Nobody can afford to do that.” I’d fallen back into babble mode. “Don’t you need to get back for work?” I paused, and thought. “I don’t even know what you do.”

  “I work in I.T., for my uncle, and he was fine about the time off.” Levi’s clever fingers were now rubbing soothing circles up my back. Distracting me. “And I had some savings. Enough to pay for a ticket.” More kisses rained over my hair. “No millionaires. I’m afraid. Not even close.”

  “Crazy though.”

  “Maybe a little. Crazy about you, yes,”

  “If I hadn’t been in the Trafford Centre today, we’d never have met. You took a huge gamble on me being there.” Oops, that was another reminder of my parents. “We need to dress. My mum and dad will be back soon.”

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  By the time my parents returned, we were fully dressed and sitting a circumspect distance apart on the sofa. Levi was showing me pictures on his phone of his home in a quiet suburb of Wellington. He told me about his job, creating and testing security systems for government agencies, and I realized he was even sharper and more intelligent than I’d assumed. He also helped at his cousin’s recycling yard and volunteered for an environmental charity.

  I felt dull in comparison, but he appeared to be entranced with me. He wanted to know about my friends, my life here in Manchester, my travels abroad, and my thoughts of New Zealand. I told him about my plans to work in Dad’s shop, how I wanted a chance to use my business qualification, how I’d always planned to stay here.

  Although Dad scowled, there were no further suggestions of Levi having to leave tonight. I was glad, especially when he began yawning. He looked exhausted, and no wonder. I’d been wiped out flying here, and I’d slept parts of the journey.

  He sat on the edge of the spare bed and gazed up at me, and we shared a tender, chaste kiss. I was conscious of Mum bustling around, sorting out extra blankets in case he felt the cold. Like me he’d left the heat of summer behind, in exchange for a freezing Engli
sh winter.

  There’d been an uncomfortable silence when I explained my plan to travel with Levi the next day. Dad was clearly unhappy at my decision, and it tore at me. I tried to rationalise it to him. I liked Levi and I wanted a chance to get to know him. He’d travelled thousands of miles on the off chance of seeing me again, and it was plain rude to turn him away. I didn’t mention the best orgasm of my life. I also didn’t say anything about the intensity of the connection we shared.

  Dad had one last try at changing my mind. “He’s not normal, Jess. And his way of life is dangerous. No matter what he says, what you think, your taid was murdered. There will always be people who fear things they don’t understand, and who turn their fear into violence. Hunters came after your taid’s family, and he was there at the time.” Dad stopped, his face tight. “I don’t want that for you, Jessie-Bell. We came here so you’d be safe, and it’s killing me that you might be putting yourself at risk.”

  I hugged my father. Right now, that was all I could do.

  I couldn’t tell him that giving up Levi was already not an option.

  Chapter Twenty-one

  There was some good news in the morning. The vet rang to say that Charlie was improving, and after a couple days more of monitoring, he might be allowed home. After a quick trip to see my dog, we loaded our bags into Mum’s car.

  Levi settled himself behind the wheel and flashed me a grin so sexy, it should’ve been illegal. “I’ve scored the pimp-mobile and the hot chick. What’s next?”

  I couldn’t help giggling. “It’s a fifteen-year-old Beemer, not a Cadillac.”

  “You haven’t seen what I drive. A BMW is a step up, believe me.”

  It’d been uncomfortable leaving my parents, but Levi was steadily lifting my spirits. “Why don’t we try to make it to the Welsh border before we stop for coffee?” I peered out of the windows at the white flakes steadily falling. “This is the heaviest snowfall in years, according to the weather service. Have you driven in snow before?”

  “Baby, I come from New Zealand. We have some of the best ski-fields in the world.”

  He would certainly have more experience of driving on narrow mountain passes than me, so I settled back into my seat and scrolled through my playlist selection to choose some music for the journey. “Have you arranged to meet up with your friends when we get there?” I asked.

  “Yep. I put a call in to Tammy. I’m a good buddy of her brother, Sasha, and she’s sorted out somewhere for us to stay. We’re heading for a village that sounds like Bathe-Gelut, and I’ve got directions written down. It’s all good.”

  I was on a road trip with the hottest guy ever. We’d be able to get naked and have hot monkey sex without my parents interrupting. What more could I want? A nagging sense of disquiet sat at the back of my mind. I wanted my dad to like Levi, but I figured it would take time. I could either fret over that, or I could enjoy this stolen time with him. Another doubt crept in. He lived twelve thousand miles away. If I wanted to try and have any kind of relationship with him, one of us would have to relocate.

  “Hey.” Levi took my hand and squeezed my fingers, before resting our linked hands on his thigh. “Looks like you’re thinking too hard again.”

  “Sorry, you’re right. I’m borrowing trouble, as my mum says.” I took a quick breath and decided to leave all the mental baggage for another day. “So tell me, what’s it like being able to change into a wolf whenever you want to?”

  “Pretty goddamn awesome, but it’s normal to me. I can’t imagine how you must feel, without an animal inside you.”

  He explained that although shifting between forms didn’t take place until puberty, they were all aware of their inner wolves from their earliest memories. As we crawled along the congested Manchester motorways, he told me about the Pack he belonged to in Wellington. It was nothing like a gang, as I’d first imagined, and more of an extended family group. Levi was excited to meet the Welsh wolves, and to see where his friend had grown up.

  I began to relax, and managed to ignore the anxious prickle at the back of my neck.

  Hours later, after several stops for coffee and to admire the spectacular views of the Welsh mountains, we hit a problem. The snow, much heavier here, had blocked some of the roads and we needed to divert. Our phones had no signal, and since we had written directions, we’d not thought to bring a map. The light was failing rapidly, and it would be dark within the hour.

  The prickling in my neck intensified and I rolled my shoulders and tried to stretch, while scanning the road ahead. “What’s the name of the village?”

  “Tammy said it was Bathe-Gelut.” Levi squeezed my fingers. “Next sign of habitation we’ll stop and ask directions. We can’t be far away.”

  “There’s another junction here.” I pointed to the sign, and laughed. “That might be how it’s pronounced, but it’s not spelled like that.” The sign proclaimed: Beddgelert – 10 miles.

  “Not far at all.” Levi flashed me a grin, but he looked tired. “That freakin’ diversion added two hours-”

  The strange feeling in my neck exploded into a screaming warning and I clenched my fist on Levi’s thigh, fear tearing down my spine. “Stop!” I cried, interrupting him. Without questioning me, he brought the car to a safe halt.

  “What just happened?” He grabbed my hands. “Jess. Talk to me.”

  “I don’t know.” My heart hammered and my lungs were struggling to draw breath. “I just knew we had to stop.”

  He smoothed the hair from my face, and waited until I’d calmed down. “Okay, let’s take this next corner really slow, see what’s up ahead.” I nodded.

  In the couple minutes that we’d been stationery, the snow had already covered the car. I’d never seen it so thick, so blanket-like.

  Levi set off again, at a crawl. This was ridiculous weather for driving, and I feared if we didn't get there soon, we’d have to sleep in the car. This final stretch had been horrendous. Narrow roads that hugged the side of the mountain, with steep drops on the other side, hairpin-tight bends, and zero visibility. Maybe that’s why I felt so odd? Travel sickness. Even as I thought that, I discounted it.

  We embarked on the next blind curve, the wipers flying across the windshield, but barely keeping it clear of snow. Looming out of the white blur, was a hulking shape completely blocking the road. My heart leapt into my mouth.

  Levi slammed on the brakes again. “What the fuck is that? Looks like a van, sideways, and covered in snow.” If we’d been going any faster, we’d have hit it. I shivered at the realisation. My prickly sixth sense might have saved us being in an accident.

  “Must have spun.” Levi turned in his seat and looked behind us. “We’ll have to back up. There’s no room to turn around.” He glanced back at the blockage. “We’d better see if the driver is still inside. They might be hurt.”

  He was right, and it made sense, but I didn’t like the idea. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight, not even for a minute. What was the matter with me? I was jumping at shadows.

  Levi reached into the back seat for his leather jacket, and I snapped into action. “I’m coming.” I grabbed my own coat, a thick down-filled parka.

  “Stay here, where it’s warm and dry. No sense in us both getting wet.” He was already opening the door, a blinding swirl of snowflakes pouring in, and he climbed out before I had chance to reply.

  Common sense told me to listen to him. My gut told me differently and I scrambled to follow him, tugging on my coat as I went.

  The BMW headlights lit up the stricken vehicle, and Levi went to try the driver’s door. A couple of steps behind him, I was momentarily confused when another set of lights swept over the van.

  Another vehicle was coming around the bend. And it didn’t know we were blocking the road.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Engine noises. Metal on metal. A scream.

  The world was filled with unearthly sounds. I didn’t have time to react, to even think.

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p; “Jess.” Something shoved into my side, sending me sprawling, face down in the snow. Levi.

  Every atom of breath whooshed out of my lungs and the shock-wave reverberated through my entire body. I tried to process what had just happened. Another car had hit the BMW. Levi had pushed me out of the way.

  I tried to inhale, but couldn’t find my breath. Where was Levi? Was he hurt? Lights flashed, and over the buzzing in my ears, I heard voices. Shouting. I pushed to my knees and dragged in some precious oxygen. My chest hurt with the effort, but I took another ragged breath, and then another.

  “Levi.” I tried to shout his name, but it came out as a wheezy croak. “Levi.”

  Suddenly there were other people, hands helping me to my feet, voices asking if I was hurt.

  “Where’s Levi? My boyfriend. He pushed me out of the way.”

  “Over here,” a man’s voice boomed. I staggered toward him. I had to find Levi. Adrenaline must have been coursing through my veins, because I didn’t feel any pain, just the desperate need to find Levi. I’d never forgive myself if he was hurt. Why didn’t I stay in the car?

  I stumbled through the snow, a stranger’s arm supporting me. It was only a couple steps, but felt like miles. I ran a dozen scenarios in my head. Levi was bleeding to death. Levi was already dead. I had to tell his family. I had to live without him. Pain filled my chest.

  There he was. He lay on his side, fresh snow already blanketing him, and I dropped to my knees. “Levi. Babe?” I groped for his hand. Please be okay. Please be alive.

  Time stopped for the longest moment. I tangled our fingers together, and leaned forward to brush the snow from his face. “Levi.”

  His eyes opened. Blinked. “Jess.” He tried to sit up, groaned, and sank back down again. “Baby, you okay?”

  I squeezed his fingers. “I am now.”

  Someone draped a heavy coat over my shoulders, and a blanket around Levi. He kept insisting he was fine, but when he tried to stand, he was in visible pain and our rescuers helped him to their car, a big off-roader. I clung to his hand. It was only when I sat in the warm, dry vehicle that I gave in to the shock. My teeth chattered, and I shivered from head to toe. I suddenly realised that Levi was talking to the strangers, and I tried to pay attention.