All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) (3 page)

Luckily, Lena had slept, never suffering any pain. He had left her in her bed, asleep, waking with no memory of him or the entire incident. It was only the
Changeling,
the creature of magic that had to endure the misery.

Why? Why is it happening again? One rejection, one ceremony was fucking enough!

The woman stirred in his arms, her long lashes brushing softly against flawless skin.
She shook her head, as though she were fighting her way out of unconsciousness.

God...she was beautiful, her body lush and soft, and her perfect skin made him wonder if she was as silken all over.

Mine!

Gavin's hold tightened automatically as she struggled to remove herself from his lap.
His wolf howled, prowled restlessly, and his body shuddered as he tried to control his reaction to this woman.
He wanted her with an intensity that he had never experienced with Lena.
And it was a gut-clawing, mercurial response, one of such intense need that he felt a growl rising up in his throat, threatening to choke him.

Mine! Need to bury myself inside her, make her come, hear her cry my name in ecstasy.

"Fuck, no!" He whispered harshly, wanting to push her away, but needing to get closer.
He was drowning in her scent, gasping for air.
He pulled her closer, feeling her ample breasts rub against his chest.
Not enough.
What he really needed was to rub against her, skin to skin, marking her as his, owning her.
He needed to bury his cock so deep inside her, satisfy her so completely, that she would crave him constantly, need him until she felt like she would go insane if she didn't have him.

The way I feel right now! Like a fucking green-eyed monster.

"Take your damn hands off me," she insisted, as his hand cupped her ass, drawing her closer.

Never!

Mine!

Gavin fought his instincts, hearing the anger, but also the fear in her voice.
Can't scare the shit out of her.

Protect. See to her safety. Comfort.

Those mating instincts were stronger, forcing him to break his hold, sweat trickling down his face from the struggle.

She rolled immediately off his lap and he groaned aloud as his head fell back against the cool leather of the couch.
Having her body ripped away from his was like peeling off a layer of skin; it was painful and left him raw.

She peered at him with distrust, wary.
And he fucking hated it.
Her dove-gray eyes were also alight with fury, an emotion that both surprised and delighted him.

My woman has fire. Passion.

His eyes raked over her, coveting every inch of her, his control sitting on a knife's edge, wavering precariously.

She was perfect.
He loved everything about her, from her husky
take-me
voice to her fiery gaze spitting flames at him from behind a pair of glasses that made her look like a furious, adorable little owl.
She was smart, sizing him up, taking his measure.

Mine!

Gavin's body tightened, flinching at the intensity of his mating connection to her, at his need to reveal his true nature.
Now!
It was an unstoppable compulsion, and one that he hadn't experienced with Lena.
Hell, he hadn't experienced
any
of this with Lena.

Not letting this woman go. Can't. This one belongs with me.

Problem was she had to agree.

Gavin scowled.

Her brow shot up in challenge as she asked him, "Where in the hell am I?
Who are you?
Why am I here?"

She wanted to know his intentions, and at the moment, none of them would probably go over very well with her, so he answered simply, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You are hurting me, just by kidnapping me.
Did you drug me?
I was overcome by some unnatural scent," she asked him hesitantly, as though she were speaking to a person who was emotionally unhinged.

"So was I.
That's why you're here."
Because your enticing, irresistible scent made my cock hard, had it begging to be buried deep inside you.

She shook her head.
"I don't understand.
Are you trying to tell me that we were both drugged and we somehow ended up here in someone's home?
Together?" Her voice was soft, gentle, but her eyes were still shooting flames.

Fuck it! The need to acknowledge her as his mate was pounding at him relentlessly.
"You're here because I'm a wolf
Changeling
, and you're my mate.
We were both overcome by the mating connection, the mating scent.
You're in my home, where you belong," he growled, unable to contain his emotions.

"Oh, God.
You
are
insane."
She scooted her ass along the seat of the couch, getting as far away from him as possible, stopping only when her back collided with the arm of the sofa.

Gavin sighed heavily...and shifted.

Faith blinked...then blinked again...then she gasped audibly as her whole body quivered, trying to make sense out what she was seeing before her eyes.

Optical illusion?

Is her sanity taking a vacation?

Or truth?

Man had morphed into a huge white timber wolf, and it had happened so quickly that she hadn't actually seen the conversion.
One moment he had been a large, frightening stranger who she was afraid, had quite a few screws loose.
Now, in the exact same spot, sat the most beautiful enormous wolf she had ever seen.

"This isn't possible.
I'm a woman of science.
Werewolves don't exist," she whispered, trying to convince herself that she wasn't seeing what was obviously right in front of her.

She held her breath as the wolf squirmed forward, tail wagging, eyes beseeching.

His eyes!

They were the same gorgeous midnight-blue eyes of the stranger who had sat on this piece of furniture only moments ago.

Instinctively, she held out her hand, letting the wolf scent her as it moved closer, using the technique she would use with any animal.
The big canine came toward her without hesitation, without fear, nudging its big head against her knee, rubbing against her leg playfully.

Her breath left her lungs in an audible sigh as she buried her hands in the silky white fur, enjoying the texture, the pure exhilaration of touching such a fierce animal.
The wildlife biologist in her shivered with excitement, thrilled at the opportunity to run her hand over the wolf's muscular body, feel the power of the awesome carnivore.

Gavin turned his head, licking the hand that was idle on her lap.

"How is this possible?" she whispered, her hand moving over a furry chest. The scientist in her denied it, but her mind and heart wouldn't let her discard the truth.

"Magic.
Changeling
magic."

His low, husky voice rumbled beneath her hand that was suddenly, inexplicably caressing a very muscular, very solid male chest through the light cotton material of his dress shirt.
The same blue eyes glanced up at her, his head resting against her knee.

"Tell me your name.
Please." Although he asked politely, it was a demand.
His hand moved up to cover hers, engulfing it, keeping it positioned firmly on his chest.

"Faith.
Faith Prescott."
She didn't dare deny him, and really, what did it matter if he knew her name?
"Is what you're telling me really true?
Am I really your mate?
Are you truly a...
Changeling?
"

"Faith" He breathed her name softly, testing it, and it rolled off his tongue in a sexy, husky voice that had her pussy flooding, her nipples hardening.
"It's true.
I think to some extent, you know it's true.
You don't feel the connection with the same intensity, but you must feel it."
He hesitated before adding, "My name is Gavin."

Gavin.
Somehow, the name suited him. And yeah, she felt the connection all right.
Now she understood why her body reacted to him, why his scent made every cell in her body jump with excitement, anticipation.
She was reacting as a mate, wanting her male, and wanting him badly.
"I do," she admitted, still trying furiously to figure out, as a scientist, how such a species had evolved.

"We didn't evolve.
We've always existed."

Realizing immediately that she hadn't spoken aloud, she pushed his head off her leg and shot to her feet.
"Are you reading my mind?"

His hand snaked around her wrist and tugged, sending her off-balance, bringing her back down on top of him awkwardly.
Gavin changing position faster than Faith could process, meant that she ended up beneath him, his powerful body covering hers.
He pinned her wrists at the side of her head as he rasped, "Acknowledged mates can communicate telepathically."
Gavin took a ragged breath before he continued, "Don't run from me. It makes the mating instinct worse.
It makes me want to chase your gorgeous ass down until I have you under my control, panting for my cock, begging me for it."

Faith flexed her hips, nearly moaning as she felt his large, hard erection against her core.
Her whole body ignited, her only need to have that massive member inside of her, taking her.
Reacting like a female mate to an alpha, she gloried in being under his control, wanting to submit to his power, his superior strength.

His intense eyes narrowed, piercing her with a look that held so much longing, so much need, so much desire for
her
that it left her breathless. When had a man ever wanted her so fiercely, so completely?
Never!
And that's probably what made it so heady, so irresistible.
"Gavin," her voice was hoarse, infused with yearning, a craving that was soul-deep and desperate to be satisfied.

He removed her glasses, dropping them carefully onto the coffee table in front of the couch.
It didn't matter.
She was nearsighted, seeing him perfectly, and his handsome face and look of urgent desire were crystal-clear.

Gavin was wearing a suit and tie, dressed as though he had just left a business meeting.
Releasing his grip on her wrists, he sat up on his knees, ripping the tie from his neck in a frenzy, losing the jacket and ripping the buttons from his shirt as he stripped it from his body.
"Touch me.
I need to feel your hands on me," he grunted, as his body came back down over hers.

Touching him was bliss, and agony.
He was all sculpted muscle and smooth hot skin.
Faith’s hands stoked over his bare shoulders, down his naked back and up again, savoring every powerful inch of his body, but wanting more, needing more.

"I can smell your arousal, your need.
You want your mate." His warm breath flowed over her face as he nibbled at her bottom lip, nipping lightly and then soothing it with his tongue.

Yes. Yes. For God's sake fuck me. Take me hard and without mercy.
"Yes.
Please, Gavin."

His mouth came down on hers without hesitation, his tongue invading the warm recesses of her mouth, making her his with strong, bold stokes meant to brand her, to conquer her.

Faith felt her core clench with deep powerful spasms that had her pushing her hips up, moaning into Gavin's mouth as his tongue claimed her relentlessly.

He buried his hands in her hair, guiding her head, angling it to accept the deep penetration of his tongue over and over, until he finally wrenched his mouth from hers, leaving her gasping for breath.

Whimpering as Gavin rose to his knees, Faith obeyed as he sat her upright, pulling off her vest and yanking the sweater over her head, letting it drop silently to the carpeted floor.
He lifted her bra from her body, discarding it on top of her sweater. She shivered as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples in tiny circles.
"Perfect," he said, his voice holding a touch of awe and hoarse desire.
"You're so fucking beautiful."

Faith would have thought he was lying if she couldn't hear the truth of his statement in his voice.
When had a man ever thought her beautiful, desirable?

Her head fell back as his warm mouth replaced his hands, nipping and laving each breast, worshipping each of them with his teeth and tongue.

"Gavin.
Please."
Faith didn't quite know what she begging for; she only knew that she needed...something.
His cock.
His tongue.
His body.
His kiss.
Something...more.