by Sable Sylvan
Cain rocked his hips so that the base of his cock rubbed up against Candy’s pussy, spreading Candy’s wet juices up her slit. Cain slid his cock out and ran it over Candy’s clit. Candy shuddered and grabbed the sheets.
“Three,” counted Cain, thrusting back into Candy and using his fingers to play her clit like a piano. “Two…one.”
Candy and Cain came around the same time. Cain’s eyes flashed amber as he claimed his mate. Candy looked to Cain’s shoulder before remembering that the mark was actually on Cain’s chest now. Candy touched the mark, and as soon as she did, the room filled with red and white light.
“Well, I’ll be,” said Cain, looking down at his mark. “That’s what it’s supposed to be?”
The heart shape had changed. The center of the bright red heart had disappeared. The edges glowed white in stripe-like forms. The heart was still a heart — but now, it was made of two candy canes, their ends and crooks touching. The crooks of the hook-like candy curled inward at the top. There was no mistaking it as a mere coincidence.
“Does this mean what I think it means?” asked Candy.
“I told you — I don’t need some mark to tell me what I already know,” said Cain. “You’re my fated mate, Candy. You’re all the sugar I’ll ever need.” Cain ran his hands over Candy’s curves as he pulled out and lay down on the bed next to her.
“You must feel so relieved,” said Candy. “You know, being worried about the shift and the mark and all that.”
“How many times do I have to tell you?” teased Cain. “I don’t care about that, babe. When I was flying, looking for your car, I was worried about losing only one thing — you. But hey — thanks for helping me out. Given a choice…I would rather have my shift, my mark, and my Clan.”
“Wow, you almost lost your Clan?” asked Candy.
“The keyword is ‘almost,’” said Cain. “You and I have nothing to worry about, Candy. We’re here, together, and that’s what matters. Merry Christmas, babe. Thanks for my gift — y’know, you, and my shift.”
Candy sighed, relieved. She couldn’t believe that all the craziness of the last month was finally over. Maybe now, Candy could actually have a normal Christmas with Cain.
“What happens next?” asked Candy.
“Well, have you ever wanted to live in Los Angeles?” asked Cain. “That’s where my place is, in the hills.”
“I supposed I could put in a request for a transfer,” said Candy. “Although…you know what happened the last time I switched bakeries.” Candy held her hand up and looked at the ring on her finger.
“Trust me,” said Cain. “I know that fairy tale romance…by heart.”
Epilogue
Thanksgiving, 2011
“Oh, fuck,” moaned Candy, raking her nails through Cain’s hair.
Candy came around Cain’s cock, hard. She’d needed this release. They’d spent all day baking. They were hot, sticky, and tired, but they were never too tired to go at it like a pair of rabbit shifters.
“You close?” Candy whispered into Cain’s ear.
“No,” said Cain. “The job ain’t done ‘til it’s done. I need you to come one more time for me. Then, I’ll take my shot. Just let the professional handle this.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call a romance novel model and a gigolo the same thing,” said Candy, leaning back as Cain kept pounding into her.
“Oh, trust me, we have more in common than you might think,” said Cain. “We both know exactly how to make women wet with desire.”
Cain ran a finger up Candy’s slit, rubbing his thumb against her clit in small circles as he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
“We both know about your dirtiest fantasies,” said Cain. “Your…kinkiest desires.”
Cain reached under his pillow and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, metal, no fur lining.
“And what exactly do you plan on doing with those?” asked Candy.
“Exactly what you’ve been reading about in all those naughty books,” said Cain. “You may have saved me from becoming a beast, from true mate madness…but I’m still madly in love with you, Candy, and that means I want to mate you, like a beast. And trust me — from the looks of those books you’ve been reading, you want this beast, don’t you, my beauty?”
Candy gulped. She felt her cheeks burn.
“How did you find out?” asked Candy, turning away.
“Imagine my surprise when I saw my own face staring back at me from my e-reader,” said Cain.
“Shit,” cursed Candy. “I knew we never should’ve combined our accounts. How long have you known for?”
“Let’s just say…I’ve taken a few jobs knowing you’d buy the books,” said Cain. “What did you think I was doing in uniform for the last three months?”
“Three months?” squeaked Candy. “Cain!”
“It took me a while to study the character,” said Cain. “Want to assess my acting skills?”
“Cuff me, Officer Larson,” said Candy, sticking her wrists out.
Cain smiled. He put the metal bracelets on Candy and shut them. He put the key on top of the nightstand.
Cain cuffed Candy and pulled something else out of the nightstand. It was a hat. The hat was identical to the one he wore on the Officer Larson romance novels. It wasn’t the same one, from the photoshoots, but it was the same make and model.
“Fuck,” cursed Candy.
“Now, are you going to curse at me, Miss Candy, or are you going to give me the information I want?” asked Cain.
“I refuse to speak to you without a lawyer present,” said Candy.
“Trust me,” said Cain. “A lawyer can’t help you right now.
“I have a boyfriend,” said Candy. “If you’re trying to get in my pants, you’re going to have to get through him.”
“A boyfriend, eh?” asked Cain.
“Yes,” said Candy. “Actually, a fiancé, see?”
Candy flashed her big engagement ring at Cain.
“Now, I don’t see your fiancé around here, do you?” asked Cain.
“No,” said Candy with a wicked grin, spreading her legs for Cain. “I don’t suppose I do. Maybe you and I can…make a deal?”
Cain slid in and entered Candy. Candy wasn’t quite sure where to put her hands. She couldn’t easily put them behind her head.
Cain dipped his head between Candy’s shoulders so that her arms were around his neck.
“Now, what sort of a deal do you propose?” asked Cain.
“I’ll give you the information you want,” said Candy. “I’ll tell you where my fiancé stole this big, fat diamond ring…but only if you make sure I don’t get implicated.”
“I get it,” said Cain. “You need me to…get you off.”
Cain thrust into Candy, hard. He felt her writhe beneath him. She was a big woman, real big, but compared to Cain, she was a peanut underneath an elephant’s foot. Fragile. Breakable. Delicious. Dirty.
Cain pulled out and pushed back in, slower, searching, looking for the spot. He could find it with his fingers. Finding it with his cock was another thing. His cock was sensitive, but when he was that aroused, it was hard for him to concentrate.
Cain finally felt it. He brushed against it, back and forth, over and over, while Candy moaned, tossed, and turned.
The brush of Cain’s cock against her G-spot was too much. Candy came around Cain, hard. Her pussy started milking his cock like Cain had tried to milk Candy for information during their roleplay session.
Cain couldn’t resist. He tried. He thought of everything he could to make himself less aroused. He was used to doing that in his line of work, either making boners go away or keeping them up as long as possible without bursting. A photo shoot was one thing. That was work. This was play, and Cain knew that when his body was in pleasure mode, all bets were off. He felt his balls rise and his cock’s head twitch.
Finally, Cain came, pulling out of Candy and laying back on the bed.
“That’s all I�
��ll be thinking about at the next Officer Larson photoshoot,” said Cain with a sigh of relief.
“Hello? The next photoshoot? What about right now?” asked Candy, lifting up her wrists. “I need you to take these off me unless you want me wearing them to Clan Marron Thanksgiving. That’d make one Hell of a first impression.”
“Trust me. I got you something sexy to wear to wear to Thanksgiving,” said Cain, undoing Candy’s cuffs and putting them back on the nightstand.
“Sexy?” asked Candy, rubbing her wrists. “Is that the first impression you want me to make?”
“I’m a sexy man, wearing sexy clothes, with a sexy fated mate,” said Cain. “Makes sense she’d be in sexy clothes too. You’re the beauty, after all. I’m just your beast — your downright sexy beast, but a beast nonetheless. You, you’re gorgeous, Candy…and just as you’re not afraid to let the world see your big, bad beast…I’m not afraid to let them see my beauty.”
“Okay, okay, you win,” said Candy. “I’ll put whatever you bought me on, and wear it to Thanksgiving, no questions asked. Just, for the love of pie, don’t say the word ‘sexy’ again.”
“Including this?” asked Cain, pulling out a black velvet jewelry box.”
“Oh, no, what did you have to do to afford this?” asked Candy.
“Just look sexy, as usual,” said Cain. Cain opened the box. Inside was a necklace. The necklace had four birds on it. The bird charms were in a variety of artistic styles. There was a rustic style bird in black. There was a songbird in a cubist style. There was a small bird in an art nouveau style. There was a final bird with many colors that reminded Candy of festivals.
“What is this?” asked Candy.
“One bird for each of the countries I want to take you this next year,” said Cain. “A blackbird, for England. A nightingale, common across Europe, but standing for Spain on this necklace. A small ortolan, for France. Finally, a myna bird, for India.”
“You sure I don’t look like a huge frikkin’ dork?” asked Candy.
“Oh, trust me, you do look like a dork,” said Cain.
Candy gave Cain a playful punch on the shoulder while balancing the tray of cranberry cornbread muffins on her lap.
“These sweaters were your idea,” said Candy.
“I know, and they’re dorky,” said Cain. “I like it. I like being goofy with you. Keyword? With you. I wouldn’t wear this without you.”
“You don’t think that readers want to see a romance novel model wearing a goofy cartoon turkey sweater reading ‘Gobble Gobble?’” asked Candy.
“Not unless he’s with his fiancée who’s wearing an apple sweatshirt reading ‘Bobble Bobble,’” teased Cain.
“What the heck does ‘Bobble Bobble’ mean?” asked Candy.
“I think it has to do with bobbing for apples,” said Cain. “Don’t think about it too hard.”
“I think you like this sweater on me,” said Candy.
“Oh, what tipped you off?” asked Cain.
“The way it makes my apples ‘bobble bobble,’” said Candy, jiggling her ample curves.
“Woman, you’re gonna make me crash this car,” said Cain.
Cain pulled into the Clan Marron lodge parking lot and parked before getting out to help Candy out of his red sports car.
“Well, well, well,” said a familiar voice. “Cain Pellichero, did I spot you speeding?”
“This year, it’s because I’m excited to be here,” said Cain, pulling in Emily for a hug. “Emily, meet my fated mate, Candy. Candy, this is Emily. I told you all about her.”
“You’re the one with not only four mates, but four kids, right?” asked Candy. “And, you’re the one I owe for me having met Cain in the first place. Thank you so, so much.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Emily. “I’m not as nice as I look. Cain was such a jerk, it was my pleasure to kick his ass into shape. Looks like he needed some sugar and spice to sweeten himself up. Guess you could say he needed a little ‘Candy.’”
“I like you already,” said Candy. “You like cranberry and cornbread?”
“Yes and yes,” said Emily, peeking into the tray Candy was holding. “Let’s get those muffins inside…and try and keep them out of the hands of my stud muffins and my mini muffins.”
Candy and Cain followed Emily into the lodge to put down the tray of muffins.
“Emily, the question on everyone’s mind is…who’s going to go to Camp Kringle this year?” asked Candy
“Keep this between us, but…it’s going to be Connor, Connor Brian,” said Emily.
“I’ve never heard of him. What’s his deal?” asked Candy.
“He’s a pilot,” said Emily. “He’s traveled the world but hasn’t found his mate. I’ll bet my last slice of pumpkin pie that he’ll find his fated mate up at The Wreath, just like Cain did.”
“You think you can get him to go willingly?” asked Candy.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Emily. “Cain, the council needs you in their chambers. I’ll handle wrangling the pilot.”
“How will you do it?” asked Candy.
“It’s pretty easy,” said Emily with a grin. “You hear that?”
Candy listened. There was a low rumbling sound that she hadn’t noticed, but that was definitely new.
“What is that?” asked Candy.
“I’ll put it this way: Connor loves to make an entrance,” said Emily. “Give us fifteen minutes and Cain and I will be back and will explain everything.”
Emily walked away from Candy and out the door leading from the lodge’s main hall to a great lawn that lead into the forest. Suddenly, a man came down on a rope, dropping into the center of the green from what Candy realized must be a helicopter, like an angel descending from the heavens, or falling off the top of a Christmas tree. He was wearing a helmet and aviator glasses with tactical pants and a black turtleneck. That had to be the man Emily was after. Candy watched as Emily made small talk with the man before leading him into the hall, past Candy, and down the very hall Cain had disappeared down both a few minutes before and a year ago.
Candy smiled to herself as she watched Emily work her magic on the handsome man. That werebear may have been an experienced pilot, but he had no idea what kind of a ride Santana Claus and Krampus had in store for him.
The Twelve Mates of Christmas — A Sable Sylvan Christmas Spectacular
Dear reader,
In December 2018, I’m releasing twelve — that’s right, twelve — novella length romances in a brand new series called The Twelve Mates of Christmas.
This series features BBWs, werebears and other types of shifters, and of course, lots and lots of Christmas magic!
Follow Clan Marron as eight of their bad boys lose their shifts and learn the true meaning of Christmas. Then, follow the romances of Christmas demon Krampus, Santana ‘Santa’ Claus, and the ice elementals Boreas ‘Old Man’ Winter and Jack Frost.
Trust me — you’ve never read a Christmas series like this one.
Make sure to visit my Amazon author page often…that is, if you want to read my Naughtiest books yet!
There’s a sneak peek of Comet Claws coming up after this message! Are those sleigh bells I hear ringing…or is it the sound of a pilot getting grounded for Christmas?
xoxo,
Sneak Peek: Comet Claws
He's taking her on a sleigh ride...
Pilot Connor Brian has never found the time to find a fated mate.
Well, this werebear's getting grounded for Christmas, because he got his furry butt on The Naughty List.
If he doesn't get off The Naughty List and claim his fated mate by Christmas, he'll lose his shift forever.
That means he's going to have to work with Comet -- Santa'Claus' flying reindeer -- if he has any hope of keeping his bear.
Getting off of The Naughty List should be easy...but it's hard when a curvy bad girl baker keeps distracting Connor from his mission of finding a Nice girl to take back to Nuthusk, Washington f
or Christmas.
Who said Snow White couldn't be a bad girl?
Curvy baker Noel Newman knows a few things.
She knows how to bake -- good. Real good.
She knows her type -- bad. Real bad.
Heck, you could even describe her type as Naughty -- and from the mark on Connor's chest, that's just what he is.
A bad girl for the bad boy, as classic a combination as eggnog and rum.
The only problem is, Connor can't seem to decide whether or not Noel's the woman he wants to unwrap underneath the Christmas tree come Christmas Eve. Will Noel let Connor distract her from her special Christmas charity project for kids, or, will the Naughty shifter end up helping her do something Nice after all?
One shifter. Seven women. One BBW. Seven shifters. You do the math.
There's one thing Noel knows. She doesn't want to be in a harem.
There's one thing Connor knows. He doesn't want to be in a reverse harem.
When seven shifter men roll into town, looking for Noel, and seven shifter women come to Nuthusk, looking for Connor, the pair realize that they don't know each other as well as they seem.
They don't yet know the full story...but will they both find their happily ever after?
This story, featuring a bad boy werebear and a BBW baker, is loosely based on Snow Whtie and the Seven Dwarves.
Noel Newman finished packing up the large order of pastries. Then, she filled four large carafes with their Christmas blend of tea.
“All done,” said Noel, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Great,” said Avery, Noel’s boss.
“Big order,” said Noel. “Is this for a party?”
“That’s a daily order for…a special client,” said Avery. “Actually, he works for my boss, so he has a running tab with the bakery. Every Christmas season, he comes by, nearly every day until Christmas Day. One of the many jobs I’ll be needing your help with is making sure the order’s ready, first thing in the morning.”