I had not expected a house. Not a house like this—this cute little cottage with a nice living room and fireplace and three bedrooms and such. I pushed the tree and it wobbled before smacking me across the cheek with rough pine needles.
“I told you to let me get a fake one,” Ellis said from the doorway. He held a glass of wine in each hand and was trying sort of valiantly not to smile.
“You are a wolf,” I wheezed, wrestling the tree. “How in the world can you want fake foliage in your house?”
He shrugged and I felt a thrill work through me all over again at the thought that he was mine. That we had survived Frank the psycho wolf who had tried to kill Ellis and yes, yours truly, because I was Ellis’s long lost reincarnated mate.
Confused? Long story.
The bottom line was, I was his and he was mine and we’d been married by a psychic Samoan in a diner on the way to a town full of werewolves called TOWN.
More confused? Stay with me.
“I want anything my blushing bride does not have to bitch slap to get it to behave, Ruby,” he chuckled.
“Put the booze down and help me with the Christmas tree, husband!” I roared and he tipped his head back, laughing silently.
And then he obeyed.
Together we bullied the tree into its stand and stepped back as if expecting it to attack. “There,” he said.
“There,” I echoed.
And then the tree fell. It hit me broadside, I hit Ellis and together we hit the deck with the big sticky sappy pine on top of us.
“Hunh,” Ellis said.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“If you insist.”
His hands were on me instantly and I warmed at that. “You are such a slut. It was a figure of speech,” I gasped.
His fingers had wormed under my waistband and were stroking the fragile skin above my mound. All of me tingled, all of me arched up to meet his hand.
“I have finally won your heart, tricked you into marrying me and we are about to share our first Christmas. You are in some severely smoking hot yoga pants and that little bit of cotton you call a sweater and I can see your belly,” he rumbled.
“Can we at least move the tree?” I asked.
“If you insist.” With one big sweeping motion, he pushed the tree up and off us and I—as always—marveled at his strength. Ellis set about stripping me of my sweater. “This is really a little tuft of fluff. Not a sweater,” he breathed.
“Ellis, we should be decorating.”
“Are we expecting company?” His mouth, hot and insistent settled on my throat and he licked the place where my pulse thundered. His fingers found my pussy and he slid those talented digits home.
“Well, no. But this is my first house as a…oh.”
“A what?” The tip of his finger brushed my G-spot and I lost all the air from my lungs.
“A wife,” I whispered.
“I think this is pretty wifely.”
My husband is a werewolf. A big, hot, terribly bad and wonderful werewolf who saved me from a crazy rogue alpha. Along with the help of a vampire and a bear. He was my knight in shining armor and also, at the moment, the man pulling my pants off.
“Yes, yes, this is wifely,” I said just as my poor yoga pants were being tossed across the room. Luckily they landed near the fireplace and not in the fire currently burning merrily within.
“Spread your legs, Ruby,” he said. The hair on the back of my neck rose up and my nipples went hard. Tender heat radiated through my breasts when he nipped them with his sharp teeth. So fucking sensitive, my breasts—unbelievably so lately.
My fingers warred with his to get at his zipper and finally he said, “Let me do it,” and I did. His mouth warm on mine, his tongue greedy when he kissed me, he pushed into me slowly. We both held our breath, eyes locked. And when he started to rock against me, we both exhaled.
“Put your arms up, baby.”
I pushed my arms high above my head and my breast jutted up. I brushed the backs of my fingers through the fluffy cream colored throw rug we kept there. Ellis pinned me with his much larger hands, holding my upper body tight to the floor as he moved into me. No rush, no hurry, just a blissful rocking motion that had me gnawing my bottom lip in moments.
He felt it. He knew. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We’re not done here. I like it when you have more than one,” he said, leering at me in that big bad wolf guise that always made me wet between the legs.
I came, my arms warring with his grip even though I had no desire to be set free. I simply had to move with the force of my release.
“Good girl. Good Ruby,” he whispered and I damn near came again.
I laughed softly and arched up to meet him, pushing my legs wider to open my body to his and he groaned. “Good Ellis,” I teased. “Good boy.”
“That sounds surprisingly like a dog joke.” His voice deep and rough but his eyes sparkly with humor.
I knew what I was doing. I was baiting him. It worked.
His hand came free of my flesh and he pulled out of me, turning me like his own little Ruby-doll, I found myself on hands and knees, head down, hair brushing my fingers as they clutched at the throw rug.
Ellis drove into me, his body surging into mine, his breath hot on my back. “You fight dirty, wife.”
His hand came around to find my clit and he stroked me with strong fingers wet with my own juices. My breath hitched, my heart pounded. “You, too,” I said.
“Come with me, then.” I felt his hair brush my back between my shoulder blades when he pressed his head to me as if in prayer.
He was arched over me and thrusting hard and breathing harder and that was that.
I came as he came. A vibrant hush in the room and then the sound of our orgasm. When I fell to my chest and he sprawled himself over me, Ellis said, “God but I love you, wife.”
“Ditto, husband.”Christmas was only two days away.