A Furry Little Christmas: Nicholas and Stephanie: The Macconwood Pack Tales 9 by C.D. Gorri

Author:C.D. Gorri [Gorri, C.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: C.D. Gorri
Published: 2022-03-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Hunger.

Raw, unbridled hunger roared through her. Her body ached like it was on fire and the only thing that could stem the heat was him. Nicholas.

Mine.

His abrupt confession of love was shocking, as was his declaration that they were fated mates. The moment he gave voice to it, her Wolf howled in joy at the revelation.

Yes, her beast growled inside of her mind’s eye. He is ours. Mate.

Then their kiss took over like wildfire spreading through her. Only the sounds of footsteps approaching had stopped her. Even then, Nick’s eyes had glowed a bright sky blue at the interruption.

“Easy,” she whispered, kissing his bearded chin and rubbing his chest with her hand.

“Stephanie?” It was Chris, the teen photographer. “The kids are asking for Santa,” he said.

“Alright Chris, he’ll be there in a few minutes.”

She looked up into Nick’s eyes and saw him trying to battle down the beast within him. Smiling at his near loss of control, she kissed him softly, giving in to the need to soothe him.

“I’m not finished,” he whispered, kissing her back.

“Go take pictures with the kids. You and I will talk about this later, okay?”

“You promise, baby? No more running away?”

“No more running away. You and Clara can stay for some snacks after we close the stand. Then we can chat.”

Nicholas’s chest reverberated with his growl, and she loved the way it trembled through her own body. She kissed him once more, a short, quick meeting of lips. Then Stephanie and Nick walked back to his Santa seat.

He turned to the kids and waved, getting back into character, and she was stuck staring at him for a little bit longer than she’d intended. Finally, duties took her away, and she managed to get her mind back on work for the next couple of hours.

Carols played in the background as the last customers tied their trees to their cars and placed their bundles in the trunk and back seats. Children waved goodbye, tiny faces happy and so hopeful that Santa was going to bring them everything they wished for.

Stephanie really loved the holidays. All the festivities, the decorations, the food, the music, the company, but what she loved the most was the hope. Yes, that was it. It seemed to her that there were roughly eight weeks a year when everyone in the entire world, regardless of color, species, or creed, acted a little nicer, breathed a little easier, and smiled a little freer.

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

She smiled softly as Nicholas approached the fence where she was leaning, watching her customers pull away. His chocolate peppermint scent wrapped around her like a warm blanket. So familiar and delicious.

“I was just thinking about hope.”

“Hope?”

“Yeah, you know, Christmas is a time filled with hope.”

She shrugged and turned around to see Nick out of his Santa suit, in a pair of well-worn jeans and a soft flannel. Clara was running around giggling at the new flakes that were falling from the sky and Stephanie’s heart melted.

“She’s wonderful,” she said, nodding at the pup.

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