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“We have to get up; it’s Christmas day.” Saffy chuckled as the alpha wrapped his body around hers once more, and he nuzzled in against her neck. That hot and heavy breathing was something else.
“I don’t have a present for you,” the alpha grumbled.
“Sure, you do, it’s long and thick…”
Doug growled and pushed up on his elbow to look over her shoulder at her. He offered her a hungry grin that filled his dark eyes with glee.
“I hadn’t finished — and it can be cut off and placed in the fire to burn,” she grinned at the horrified look on his face that was mixed with a lot of confusion.
“Huh?”
“A Yule log.”
“Thank god!” He chuckled, before dipping his head forward kissing her naked shoulder. “But staying in bed still seems like the better option.”
“But your pack are coming…”
“I think they’ll understand.” He chuckled.
“Think Christmas dinner feast!” She squealed as his hand tickled against her stomach en route to a much better place between her legs.
“I can think of the feast right here, right now.” He offered a very hungry growl.
“And that’s good too, but I’m hungry…”
“You should have told me,” Doug growled.
He’d been so wrapped up in his mate — literally — that he hadn’t thought to do his due diligence as her mate.
“I just did.”
“I need to feed you,” he said as he was pushing up and out of bed in a rush to look after his mate’s needs.
“I think I know how to feed myself,” she chuckled.
“Not the point,” Doug growled as he reached for his jeans and found them ripped to shreds on the floor beside his feet.
He looked around him as if he’d never seen his bedroom before. Then he stalked towards the chest of drawers and started yanking open the drawers and pulling out clothes.
“You can slow down; I’m not in danger of being malnourished, just yet,” Saffy said as she propped himself up on her elbow and watched him in his panic.
“I wouldn’t want you to lose any of your curves,” he growled out, but the upturn of his lips in a grin made her chuckle.
“Maybe after the Christmas feast we can come back upstairs and work on improving my curves with some bigger ones,” she offered and watched as he froze in place.
Doug slowly twisted his head in her direction, and his eyes narrowed on her.
“You mean…?” He let the question die right there.
“I’m a witch — I believe that practice makes perfect — and if you’re going to make lots of pubs…” She didn’t get any further than that as the alpha tossed the clothes in his hand in the air and stalked back towards the bed at breakneck speed.
“Pups?” Doug barely managed to force out the word past the dry, sandpaper lump that was his tongue.
“Not so fast — food first — just throw your tongue over your shoulder, get dressed, and let’s go eat!” Saffy couldn’t help but chuckle at the look in his eyes. There was glee residing there.
“You just gave me the best Christmas present.” Doug grinned from ear to ear.
“And hopefully in nine months you will get to hold it,” Saffy grinned back. “Now, where are my clothes?”
“Err, slight problem…” he dipped his chin towards his chest and looked more sheepish than wolfish.
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“You know that at some point he’ll need feeding, right?” Jake asked as he stood by the fireplace with his arms folded and a rather sympathetic, if not amused, look on his face for the beta who was still lying on the floor wrapped in Christmas tree lights.
“Did you have to spoil my fun on Christmas morning?” Natalie huffed at the vampire.
“When I get out of these damn lights…” The beta growled at the pair of them, conspirators all, even the elder was enjoying his misery.
“Which is another good reason why I think you should stay like that.” Natalie grinned as she folded her arms and tipped her chin up in defiance.
“Are you prepared to spoonfeed him?” Tom asked.
“I’m warning you, elder…” Jonathan growled.
“Maybe going a little hungry would improve his mood,” Natalie offered to the elder.
“No- no, a hungry wolf is like a bear with a sore head,” Jake chuckled.
“I’m warning you, vampire,” Jonathan growled.
“The only person that hasn’t got a warning so far is me,” Natalie grinned from ear to ear at her mate’s plight.
“Oh, I have a special thing in mind for you, witch,” Jonathan growled.
“And you think that’s going to make me let you go, do you?” Natalie snorted in contempt for the man.
Then she turned on her heels and started across the room toward the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Jonathan growled out after her.
“I smell breakfast in the air,” she chuckled. Jonathan growled long and hard. “Was that a growl or was that your stomach talking?”
“Let me out of this now,” Jonathan grumbled.
“You forgot the magic word…” Natalie tossed back.
“There’s a magic word?” Jonathan’s eyes were full of hope as he tried to think of a word that would break the spell.
“I think she means, please, dumbass,” Tom chuckled.
“Please,” Jonathan growled.
“Nope, that’s not it,” Natalie chuckled as she pushed open the kitchen door and disappeared into the room.
“I hate witches,” Jonathan grumbled.
“How unlucky are you then? Only the rest of your life with one.” Jake couldn’t help himself as he followed on after the witch chuckling away at the beta’s expense.
“What in hellfire have you done now?” Doug’s question rattled the rafters as he stood at the top of the stairs and looked at his brother on the floor.
Jonathan groaned and then growled in his misery.
“Obviously, it wasn’t me,” Jonathan grumbled.
“Oh, it was very much his fault,” Tom assured the alpha.
“Whose side are you on?” Jonathan tossed his head upwards so he could glare at the elder.
“Not yours!” The elder chuckled back.
“Get up. Get those lights back on the tree — you’re ruining the display,” the alpha berated him.
“Somehow — I don’t think he can,” Saffy chuckled.
“She’s right — I can’t. I’ve been spelled.” Jonathan growled. Then he let his head fall back against the wood with a thump.
“Did that knock any sense into you?” the elder asked.
Jonathon lifted his head up and glared at the elder.
“No,” He growled.
“Didn’t think so.” The elder sniggered.
Doug rolled his eyes in his head and groaned. Christmas certainly was eventful with witches around.