A Siren Song for Christmas (An MM Monster Christmas Book 5) by Gigi Rivers

Author:Gigi Rivers [Rivers, Gigi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-12-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Four

Trent gazed up at Malachi, who caressed his hair.

“You are amazing,” Malachi said.

Trent closed his eyes, basking in the praise and the gentle touch. Pleasure sang through his veins. He could feel Malachi’s warm spend on his face. One of his legs had started to fall asleep. But he didn’t care. He would happily remain on his knees for Malachi forever.

But after several seconds, Malachi unfortunately dropped his hand from Trent’s hair. “We should get cleaned up.”

Malachi helped Trent to his feet and undressed him. He led him to the washbasin and pitcher of water. When Trent reached for a cloth, the siren shook his head. He then washed Trent, brushing the wet cloth against his skin with gentle care. Then he got another cloth and dried Trent.

“There,” Malachi said. “It isn’t particularly late. Are you tired?”

“A little. But I’m probably not ready to sleep just yet.” Trent wondered if he was expected to leave. He’d slept here the previous night. But maybe tonight would be different.

“We can sit a bit longer if you like.” Malachi gestured to the chairs. “There are still some of the baked goods that you brought. I can put on more tea.”

“Sounds wonderful,” he said with relief.

Malachi handed him a robe. Trent wrapped it around himself. He inhaled, and it smelled of Malachi. He took a chair.

Malachi walked to the fireplace. He placed more wood on the fire and put the kettle back over the flames.

Then Trent remembered. “Oh! I have something else too!” He reached for one of the packages he had brought with him.

“What?” Malachi sat on the other chair.

“I know you didn’t like the Christmas markets.” Trent hesitated, suddenly worried this would seem a little silly. After all, this was something he’d started doing as a boy. Would Malachi think it childish?

It was too late now.

He pulled out a box from the paper bag. He lifted the lid, revealing greenery, twine, dried berries, dried citrus slices, ribbon, pine cones, and two wreath bases. “It’s a wreath-making kit.”

Malachi leaned forward, examining the contents. He adjusted his glasses. “A wreath-making kit?”

“We saw a stall yesterday where you could buy Christmas wreaths or make your own,” Trent said. “But you can also buy kits. If you felt like it, I thought we could make them together. Then we could put them up, since you don’t have any Christmas decorations. But only if you wanted,” he rushed out.

Malachi picked up a wreath base. He examined it, tilting the woven branches from side to side. “Sounds like fun. But you’ll have to instruct me. I’ve never made a Christmas wreath before.”

“Of course!” Trent laughed. “I’ve made them a million times.”

They packed away the food and placed the wreath elements on the table.

Malachi brewed fresh tea. Trent showed Malachi how to attach greenery with twine to the base.

Malachi wrapped red ribbon around the evergreen leaves. “So you would do this at the Christmas markets?”

“I think we did that when I was very young.” But Trent barely remembered that. “Then my parents died, and we stopped.

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