A Gift for the Christmas Dragon by Zoe Chant & Marie Cardno

Author:Zoe Chant & Marie Cardno [Chant, Zoe & Cardno, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

10

Jasper

He was an idiot, obviously. But eventually, the most obvious things made it into even his thick head.

Such as the fact that he could never have given his mate her best Christmas ever by keeping so busy they didn’t have any time for each other.

He and Abigail crept down the hallway, giggling like teenagers trying not to get caught. His foot caught on a stray decoration—he didn’t look, but it clonked like one of the nutcrackers Abigail had banished for looking too creepy. The sound echoed down the hallway and they both froze, clutching one another, suddenly feeling like intruders in their own house.

Jasper met Abigail’s eyes. He only meant it as a glance; a knowing wink, a wry comment about Christmas coming for them in the form of an army of poorly designed Nutcracker dolls.

Her face was flushed. Her eyes danced with excitement—and frustration, and a trace of wariness because what if Ruby woke up, and amusement because here was that damn Nutcracker, again, and all of a sudden he saw what wasn’t there.

The anxiety. The worry. The tension and stillness that had haunted him and his dragon for the last month.

She gazed up at him, and everything else in her eyes melted away into a love that burned like the sun and wrapped warm arms around his soul. “That stupid doll,” she muttered, and her voice did delicious things to him. “I thought I threw it out.”

“You never throw anything out. You feel too sorry for them.” He leaned her against the wall, brushing hair off her face. “Any poor little—”

And then, just as he still teasing her and himself into things, she got in first and kissed him.

The press of her lips to his, the nuzzle of her nose, the way she lifted one hand and touched the tips of her fingers to the edge of his jaw, tracing the bristles of his beard up to the ticklish spot by his ear—his body responded, and he kissed her back the way she liked best, holding her as her knees trembled.

When he finally released her, she gasped in a way that made the mate bond flare.

“Poor little what?” she demanded, eyes bright, challenging and exhilarated.

“Poor little dragon, lost in the snow?” he suggested.

“Poor little Halloween cat, stuck up on the roof.” Her mouth curved into a smile of bittersweet kindness. “Waiting for someone to take her home. No wonder I can’t throw out any other horrible toys.”

“That sounds like a challenge.”

Before she could respond, he hitched his arms under her ass, lifting her up and holding her close against him. He could bury his face in her chest—or look up into the face of his mate, worshipful and with a promise he fully intended to keep.

She blushed. Holy Christmas. Six years, and he could still make his mate blush like she’d never been looked at this way before.

Six years is nothing, his dragon rumbled. She’s ours forever. And we are hers.

His voice caught in his throat. When he finally managed to speak, the words came out rough-edged.

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