Stocking Stuffer: Werewolf Christmas

by Kyla Logan

  “Theron.”

  Jeri’s husky voice calling his name pulled him away from her succulent breast. Raising his head, he looked into her passion filled gaze. “Yes, my mate?” he asked huskily.

  “We need to talk, Theron.” Jeri continued her exploration of his chest as she spoke. Her nails rasping over his nipples brought a groan to his throat.

  “How do you expect me to talk when you are doing that to me?” he asked before bending down and capturing her lips once more.

  He felt Jeri pull at his sweater and he helped her take it off him. The gasp she gave as his bare chest was revealed rivalled his own at seeing her naked torso. Theron felt her run her finger over the many scars that covered his chest. He felt her pull back from him and gaze at his face.

  She was upset by the amount of scars covering his body. He could tell by the way she bit her lower lip.

  “Turn around,” she ordered him.

  Theron turned around.

  “My God, Theron. How did you get all these scars?” she whispered with a catch in her throat.

  Theron closed his eyes and then opened them as he turned back to his mate, knowing the time of revelation had come. Sooner than he wanted, but maybe this was better after all.

  Picking her up again, he carried her over to his sitting area and sat down on the sofa. She gave a little laugh, but after making herself comfortable on his lap she looked at him expectantly. Theron was glad she seemed to be unaware that she was naked from the waist up.

  Swallowing deeply, he stated, “I am a werewolf, Jeri.”

  He watched her eyes go wide in disbelief, and knew he had to show her. Theron made his hand go through a partial change. He let his hand transform into a claw and was rewarded with a gasp from Jeri.

  “My God! How?” she stuttered. “I thought the stories of werewolves were only old wives’ tales.” Jeri hesitantly touched Theron’s claw, then watched as he changed it back to a normal hand again.

  She took another, closer look at his scars. He watched her as she studied one in particular, and knew when she spied the marks that the teeth of his wolf attacker had made.

  Shaking her head but unable to deny what she had just witnessed, she said, “Wait, if you are a werewolf, then that means that Xavier is one too. Jenna. She knows.” She made a statement of her last sentences, frown disappearing as if things made more sense to her now.

  Theron pulled her closer to him until she had her head resting on his chest. His chin on top of her head, he breathed in her scent. At no time had she been frightened of his revelations. All he scented was her arousal, which gave him hope.

  “When I scented you earlier I knew that you were my mate, which was why I lost my head and followed the trail instead of talking to Xavier and Jenna first. When I saw you bathing, I couldn’t have left the room then. Not for anything. I am sorry that I frightened you.”

  Jeri drew back and looked up at him. “I think it was the hungry expression on your face that scared me at first. But the minute you touched me all that disappeared, and it was that feeling of belonging that caused me to shiver.”

  Theron felt his eyes fill at her words. Was she accepting him and his differences? He must have asked her because he felt his heart overflow at her next words.

  “Yes, I think I can accept that you are a werewolf. Jenna obviously doesn’t mind that Xavier is one, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same,” she said, softly nibbling on her bottom lip again.

  “Thank God. I need you, my mate, now!”

  Chapter Four

  Jeri gave a little laugh at the speed with which Theron stood up and carried her over to the big bed that she had purposely tried to avoid looking at up till now.

  Why she didn’t run screaming when he revealed he was so different she wasn’t sure. It could be that the feeling of belonging to him from the instant he first touched her was to blame. But looking in his sad eyes while he told her, she knew he hadn’t expected her acceptance. Her reward for not behaving as expected was the deepest most passionate kiss that she had ever had.

  His hands went to her trouser zip, and he pulled it down slowly… too slowly for her right now. She raised her hips as he caught the fabric and stripped them and her panties off at the same time.

  The look on his face as he spied her smoothly waxed pussy was worth the pain she’d suffered. “God, mate, you are beautiful.” Theron ran his finger over her damp pussy lips and brought his finger to his nose. After breathing deeply, he sucked her juices from his finger.

  Jeri flushed all over at his actions. Her breath caught in her throat as he knelt between her legs and opened them until he was able to lie between them comfortably. The feel of his tongue running over her labia and then the insertion of it into the depths of her wet pussy brought a groan to her throat.

  Fingers tangling in his hair, Jeri moaned as his talented tongue and mouth sucked and licked up her juices as quickly as her body produced them. She felt the beginning of her imminent orgasm draw nearer. Her nipples, already hard points, tightened further. A blush covered her breasts, leading down to her stomach where the first contractions of her orgasm started. She tightened her legs against Theron, and pushed his head as close to her pussy as he could get.

  Her body rose off the bed when she felt herself falling into the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced.

  Theron licked her slowly as she came down from her amazing high. He lifted his face, running his tongue over his damp lips, and smiled at her with a satisfied look on his face. “Ready for round two?”

  Jeri could only moan.

  She lay limp and watched him strip off his trousers, socks and boxers. Eyes widening, she took in the length and breadth of his cock. How on earth was she going to take that monster inside of her?

  Her thoughts must have shown on her face because Theron said, “You will take all of me, my mate. Have no fear of that. You are made for me.”

  He kissed her, silencing any reply she might have made. Jeri could taste herself on his tongue along with his own amazing flavour of pure male animal. She wanted to give him some of the pleasure that he had just given her so she pushed him back. “I want to taste you, Theron.”

  His big body shuddered before he lifted himself off her and lay down beside her. Smiling he said, “I am all yours, mate. Be gentle.”

  Laughing, Jeri moved until she knelt beside him, then leaned down to take one of his small male nipples into her mouth. Licking and sucking him gently, she copied his actions by moving over to its twin.

  When she heard him moaning, she moved her attention to the scars on his chest, kissing them one by one, moving down toward the strip of black hair that trailed off the nearer it got to his groin. The tensing of his body told her that he was anticipating her touch.

  She took a gentle hold of his cock, and watched the pre-come leak out of the small opening. Jeri licked the white fluid sitting there, the taste of him burst on her tongue. Moaning, she knew she wanted more from him.

  Licking his shaft from tip to base then back again, she couldn’t resist taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. She ran her tongue around the rim and was rewarded with another little spurt of pre-come. Swallowing it down, she felt the tension in Theron’s body and knew that he was near his own orgasm. As much as she was enjoying herself, she wanted him to find his release in her own body this first time.

  Sitting up, Jeri straddled his hips, and then sank down over his cock. As she lowered herself, more and more of Theron’s cock entered her until she felt his pubic hairs against her labia lips. She couldn’t believe that she had managed to take his big cock inside of her.

  The groan from Theron brought her gaze back to him, and she was startled to see his eyes glow as he struggled to control himself. She could see that his incisors had lengthened and nails looked more like claws now, but he was careful not to hurt her.

  Jeri moved slowly up and down, letting his cock slip from her pussy until only the tip remained, then sank down on
it again. She could tell that Theron was nearing his completion by the harsh breaths he was taking. But he left her in control, as though to let her know she had nothing to fear. This brought a wave of emotion from deep within her to the surface. And although she was enjoying herself, she wanted to be taken, to be claimed as she could sense he so desperately needed to do.

  Theron was controlling himself -- just -- when Jeri raised herself right off him and went on her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Come and claim me, Theron. I know it’s what you want.”

  He needed no further words. This was what he’d tried so hard to wait for, but he was not going to pass up this opportunity if she was agreeable. “Last chance, Jeri. If I take you this way, you are mine for life.” He waited on her answer impatiently.

  Her only reply was to back herself onto his cock.

  Theron didn’t wait any longer. He impaled her with one swift surge. The moan of pleasure that came from both their throats was all the encouragement he needed.

  His hands gripped her hips as he pummelled in and out with increasing speed. He was careful his claws didn’t pierce her skin. He felt the shudders that signalled Jeri’s orgasm. As her internal muscles clamped down on his cock, he reached his own release. Theron shook as his cock spurted his release into his mate’s waiting depths.

  Moving gently, he retracted his claws and incisors once more. Further claiming could wait until he was sure she was ready for a public claiming. Even Jenna wasn’t ready for that yet, but maybe there would be a joint ceremony of Alpha and Enforcer claiming their mates.

  He broke off his thoughts as he heard the door to his room open. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Xavier and Jenna standing in the doorway with wide smiles on their faces. Theron pulled out of his mate and gathered her into his arms.

  “We have company,” he said, nodding toward the door.

  Jeri blushed and hid her head against his chest. He laughed with joy at her reaction.

  “We just wanted to say, Happy Christmas to you both before we headed to bed. See you both in the morning.” With that both of them waved and left shutting the door.

  Jeri looked up at him. “I will never live this down. At least Jenna had been acquainted with Xavier for two weeks before they slept together,” she said, laughing.

  “When a wolf meets his mate, there is sometimes not much time from first contact to first claiming,” Theron said with a smile.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way -- my mate,” Jeri whispered, snuggled closer and closed her eyes.

  Kyla Logan

  Kyla Logan was born and raised in Scotland and now lives about thirty miles north of her birthplace. She lives in a quiet area along with her sons and own life mate of many years. Kyla thinks living in Scotland is wonderful; and likes to go away for long weekends with her husband in their caravan whenever they have the chance. One of their favourite areas to visit is the Stirling region which is brimming with historical places to see. Their all time favourite overseas holiday destination is Greece. Every chance Kyla gets, she tries to see more of this fascinating country. The variety of the individual islands makes for a different holiday experience every time they go.

  Kyla’s hobbies include spinning, making paper, and some stitching techniques. Her favourite books to read are paranormal erotic romance, from shape shifter to vampire, mermaids to futuristic. So it seemed natural to her to start writing in the erotic romance genre. And thanks to the encouragement of her husband, family and friends, now she has someplace to share all the ideas that have been running around her head for years. Visit Kyla at http://www.kylalogan.com.