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  “Talking of family stuff, your brothers tell me we’re going clubbing with them.”

  “What?” Shock flashed across her expressive face, followed by an annoyed frown. “Did they say anything else?”

  Sasha slid his hands down her sides to curl around her hips, and pulled her into his body. “Mighty Mike’s.”

  “The idiots. I’ll kill them. I really will. It was supposed to be a surprise.” Megan looked woebegone. “How much do you know?”

  “Dion’s playing.”

  Was it his imagination, or did she look relieved? “Yes, he is.”

  “When is it?”

  “New Year’s Eve. It’s going to be a private party.”

  “You’ve organised a party for me?” He was touched. Spending more time with her brothers wasn’t his preferred idea for a night out, but since he was trying to fit into her life, he’d do it. “I know a good way to say thank you.” He stroked her bottom, caressing her through the denim skirt. “A really good way,” he murmured.

  “Hmm. Does it involve getting naked?” Megan leaned against him, her amazing breasts rubbing over his chest.

  His wolf panted, eager for more. “Let me see.” He pretended to think. “It might do, yes.”

  “One hour.”

  “Cariad, we can do a lot in an hour.”

  Chapter 3

  With their hands tangled together, they snuck into the house and managed to avoid everyone, as they hurried to Megan’s bedroom. At last the door was closed, and Sasha tugged down the window blinds, to block out the bright evening sunshine and give Megan and him some privacy. They tumbled onto the bed together, in a tangle of limbs and hot kisses. Now he finally had her attention, he wanted to make the most of it.

  Her shirt went first. Up and over her head, and dropped on the floor to reveal a lace-edged, coffee-coloured bra.

  “Gorgeous,” murmured Sasha, pausing to cup his hands around her full breasts. Her nipples firmed beautifully when he brushed them with his thumbs, and he did it again, harder. The way she trembled at his touch threatened to unhinge him.

  They’d been together almost a year, but sex with Megan was still the best part of every day. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of her. Of this. She was so responsive. So completely into him. The scent of her arousal drove his wolf wild, and he needed to taste her. To hear her moan. To make her come.

  The close-fitting denim was hot, but what lay beneath was better. With clumsy fingers, he tried to unzip the skirt and tug it down her legs, only to give up. “Fuck it,” he growled, and shoved it up to her hips instead.

  Megan’s delighted laugh made him smile, and he gave her stomach a playful nip. Remembering his earlier daydream, he took a short breath, and then a longer one, and tried to put the brakes on his libido. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails, but he could wait a few minutes.

  On his knees, he moved further down the bed, and caught one smooth, golden ankle in his hand. Her skin was like satin, soft to his lips, and delicious. Her surprised giggle faded, when he trailed a series of kisses up her calf, circled her knee, and then continued up the inside of her creamy thigh.

  Reaching his goal, he paused only to blow a breath across her visibly damp lacy panties, before continuing his trek down her other leg.

  “Sasha”—Megan dug her fingers into his hair—“you’re teasing.”

  He slowed when he reached her other ankle, and gently tickled the side of her foot. She squeaked and tried to jerk it away, but he held firm and nipped at her heel. “No, Cariad. That’s teasing.” Like all wolves, he loved to play, and who better to play with, than his Mate?

  “Sasha.” Megan tugged gently at his hair, but he ignored her and continued to kiss a slow trail up her leg. “Babe. There’s something I need to tell you.”

  He paused, her words sinking in. Shit. That didn't sound good. Lifting his head, he gazed at her flushed cheeks. “What’s up?”

  Her eyes widened. “Nothing. This is—umm—an early Christmas present.” She looked adorably nervous, and the anxious knot in his stomach eased. “Come here. Let me kiss you.”

  He complied, unable to resist her. He kneeled over, braced his forearms on the pillow to cage her in his embrace, and then leaned down to claim her lips. “Talk to me, Cariad,” he whispered.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, her breath a warm puff against his throat. “Remember we talked ages ago about ditching the condoms?”

  He nuzzled her cheek. “Mmm hmm. You were thinking about going on the pill.”

  “Well I did. I have. And we’re safe now.” Huh? “You have to wait four weeks, but I waited six to be sure. So now we can. If you still want to.” Megan only ever babbled when she was nervous, and that was rare enough.

  Sasha replayed her words in his head. Did that mean... “I can go bareback?”

  Her cheeks coloured even more. “Yes.”

  “Oh.” For once, Sasha was at a loss for words. He gazed at Megan awestruck, and must have been quiet too long.

  She cleared her throat. “We don’t have to...you know, if you’ve changed your mind. I’m happy either way.”

  He broke into her awkward words. “Whoa. I’m just”—he hesitated, his voice rough to his ears—“I’m blown away by you. I know we talked about this, but yeah.” He gazed down at her, a lump forming in his throat. This was a huge measure of trust on her part. God, how he loved her. Even his wolf sat dumb inside him.

  It was as though his mind and body suddenly figured what she was saying. His lust, already inflamed, exploded in a dizzying cascade of heat, desire igniting in his veins. Christ. If he didn’t get out of his jeans immediately, the zip would be embedded in his cock forever. So hard now, his dick ached for release, and Sasha felt light-headed.

  “I need you.” He spoke slowly, carefully, as though he was drunk. The wolf inside him was going crazy, and he gave in to his beast. Slow and teasing was now a thing of the past. “On your knees, baby.” His voice came out as a growl.

  Megan scrambled into position, and then peeked at him over her shoulder. She gave him the sweetest, most beautiful smile, her entire face lighting up, and little sparkles dancing in her eyes. “Please don’t rip my panties, Sasha. I like these ones.”

  It took immense restraint, but he tugged her panties down far enough to get access, and then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned, and ground onto his hand. Christ, she was soaked already, the musk of her arousal tying him in knots.

  Sasha knew he wouldn’t last long when he finally got free from his jeans. He never had a hair trigger on his cock before, but he’d never had sex without a condom, and with Megan especially… Kneeling behind his Mate, he stroked her gorgeous ass, and then pumped some more with his fingers.

  His cock begged him to move. The ache in his balls made his teeth hurt, but he’d make sure Megan was satisfied before he went any further.

  The moment he slid his fingers over her clit, she tensed and cried out, her orgasm squeezing his fingers. “Sasha. Please.” She sucked in a ragged-sounding breath. “I need you, baby.”

  It was too late to worry about disgracing himself. He knew he’d not last long when he got inside her. Taking care to unzip his jeans, he sighed with relief his cock springing free, and ready for action. He shoved the denim far enough down to be out of the way, and then positioned himself behind Megan, one hand on her hip, the other grasping his cock.

  So beautiful. This was the most perfect sight in the world.

  His knees trembled with the effort of holding back, so he gave in to his instincts. One surge, and he drove in to the hilt. Little white stars danced before his eyes. Jesus. Everything was magnified. Every nerve ending. Her heat. Slippery.

  His brain could only think one word at a time.

  Love.

  Need.

  Mine.

  Megan’s breath hitched, and she arched her spine, throwing her head back. He was close, probably only seconds away from imminent detonation, and he needed to mark
her. His wolf totally in control, Sasha dug his teeth into the delicate skin at the base of her neck.

  Her cry as she came again was drowned out by the roaring in his ears at his own climax. His wolf’s triumphant howl was one of possession, devotion and everything that was good between Sasha and his Mate.

  They collapsed into a trembling heap on Megan’s bed, and it felt like hours before Sasha had gathered his wits enough to speak. “Cariad, that was”—he groped for the right word. Failed—“in-fuckin’-credible.” His heart continued to race. The most amazing rush ever.

  Megan twitched beneath him, a muffled giggle coming from the pillows. “I came twice, and I’m still wearing most of my clothes.” She craned her neck and flashed him an innocent smile. “Thank you for sparing my panties.”

  With an effort, Sasha pulled out of Megan, and then rolled to his side, taking her with him. “Any time. Although you do look even better without them.”

  She snuggled into his embrace, and pressed tiny kisses along his jaw. “I’m all sticky now. And I have cum dribbling down my thigh. This is going to take some getting used to.” She didn’t sound concerned.

  He stole a kiss. “You’re telling me. I’m going to try for a full thirty seconds next time. If we practice really hard, I might last for two minutes by the end of the week.”

  “Uh huh. Just as well we have some time off work.” Megan yawned, her eyelids drooping. She wasn’t far from going to sleep, and Sasha wondered if this was the right time. She’d just given him a present to remember, and maybe he could do the same? He pondered some more. She’d draped her arm over his leg, covering the pocket he needed access to.

  Before he could move, Megan lifted her head and gazed at him, bleary-eyed. “I’m starving. Let’s get some food, before it all goes.”

  Never mind food. The moment was gone.

  Chapter 4

  Megan was inevitably sidetracked when they emerged onto the sprawling deck area again. “Family friends,” she muttered, as people approached. “This is going to take a while.” Sasha filled up plates with steak, bread, and salads, and went back to rescue her. After just a few bites of dinner, more partygoers wanted her attention, and soon there was a continuous stream of them.

  It was only until Boxing Day. Then he’d claim her all to himself.

  Megan was keen to introduce him every time, but after a few curious looks his way, the guests chatted with his Mate, leaving him standing by her side. Despite his best efforts, Sasha was bored, and he strolled over to the pool, pretending to watch the partygoers splashing around. In his head, he saw snow covered mountains.

  Thoughts of home tugged at his heart. His beloved twin, Tammy. His parents. His friend, cousin, and pack Alpha, Jake and his darling Mate, Lillian. Sasha snickered as he remembered telling Megan that Jake had Mated with the world famous singer everyone knew as Ella Hart, and Megan’s disbelief at his story. She’d thought him to be delusional.

  He’d wait a few hours, and then he’d call them. He didn’t have any news, hadn’t told anyone about the ring he’d picked for Megan, but he longed to hear their voices. Christmas was a time for family. The old cliché was true, especially when they were on the other side of the world. And much as he loved his Mate, this wasn’t his family. Jesus. Could he manage up to two more years here?

  “Sasha.” Megan slipped her hand in his, and tangled their fingers together. Glancing down at her, he knew if it took ten years before they left, he’d put up with it, to have her by his side. To hell with waiting. He wanted to give her the ring now. No more delays.

  “Cariad, I just-”

  She squeezed his fingers, and pressed a kiss on his lips. Her eyes sparkled, and she fought a smile. “We have to be somewhere.”

  This time, Sasha stood his ground. “I need a few minutes with you. Alone.”

  “Same. Come with me.” Her smile burst free. “Please, babe. This is important.”

  As long as he had her full attention.

  He followed her hasty steps to the back of the house, to one of the several guest lodges dotted around the property. Her father had built the cosy wooden cottages to give his frequent guests some privacy from his family.

  Megan pulled him to the door of the largest unit, and released his hand so she could open the lock. Sasha used the moment to dig into his pocket, and close his fingers around the velvet-covered box.

  Now. As soon as they were inside. He had to make sure Megan knew how he felt about her. About them. His wolf yipped agreement, and Sasha stepped forward into the hallway of the cottage, focused on one thing only.

  It was cool inside, shaded from the brilliant sunshine. Perfect.

  “Wait,” he said, and caught Megan by the hand again. Ignoring her stifled gasp, he dropped to his knees in front of her, held up the box, and flipped it open to show the ring.

  “Megan, Cariad, I never asked you properly, so I’m asking you now. I want you to marry me, to be my wife and my Mate, and for us to spend the rest of our lives together.” He’d rehearsed the words, but they still felt awkward and rushed. He shivered. Not only cool in here, it was cold, and if he felt the cold then Megan had to be freezing.

  “I love you, Megan.”

  “Oh.” She stood there, hands pressed to her mouth, and for one heart-stopping moment, he thought he’d made a hideous mistake. “Yes, yes, yes, please.” She dropped to her knees too, and threw her arms around him. “God, I love you so much. Yes.”

  Their lips met, hungry and needy, and filled with as much love as Sasha could ever wish for. Relief burst out of his chest, making him feel dizzy, and he held her close. “Why is it so cold in here? Is the A/C broken?”

  Her delighted laugh was a sound he adored. “No, it’s actually working perfectly.” She shivered, and he felt goose bumps on her bare arms. “There’s something you need to see, babe, but I want to put on this beautiful ring first. Oh, my God, it’s so gorgeous. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

  With care, he slipped the ring free from its satin nest, and holding her hand, eased the slim band onto her finger. It fit like a dream, and he pressed a kiss over her palm. He’d spent ages searching for the right design, and had finally stumbled on this. Tiny obsidian chips and shards of diamond, set in a highly polished silver band. It was unusual—unique—and he hoped Megan would love it.

  After deliberating all day, he couldn’t quite believe he’d finally done it. She’d said yes. He felt humbled by how lucky he was. Some wolves never found their true Mate, never got to experience the depth of love that could be shared between Mates.

  Megan shivered again, and Sasha pushed to his feet. “Let’s go somewhere warmer.”

  “No. This is for you.” Huh? She scrambled to her feet too, and grabbed the handle for the inside door. “Merry Christmas, Sasha.”

  An icy blast of air hit Sasha in the face, as soon as they entered the open-plan living area. What the hell? It was also dark, with heavy blinds pulled down over all the windows. His keen night-sight and sharp sense of smell identified a huge pine tree in one corner, and the scent of freshly chopped logs.

  A second later, Megan flicked a switch, and a fully decorated Christmas tree burst to life. Laden with flashing lights, baubles, tinsel and—yes—little bags of chocolate coins, it looked almost like the festive trees back home. The fresh logs in the fireplace were ready to be lit. It felt like winter in here.

  He spun to face Megan, and caught her hands. “You’ve made it a wintery Christmas? For me?”

  She nodded, her eyes sparkling and a huge smile lighting up her face. “I got Dad to reset the A/C down to the absolute minimum, and kept it cold in here all day.” She shivered, but then reached to a shelf and picked up a box of matches. “Would you like to light the fire? Get it nice and warm?”

  “Well, yes.” He laughed in delight, still confused by what she’d done. “Why did you do this, babe?”

  “Why?” Megan slid her arms around his neck, and stretched up for a kiss. “Because I know you’re home
sick. Because I love you. Because I want our first Christmas together to be memorable.” Her cheeks pinked. “And did I say, I love you?” Another swift kiss. “Now light the fire, before we both freeze.”

  For the second time in as many hours, she’d reduced Sasha to dumbness. While he groped for something to say, Megan shrugged with a beautifully feline-like grace. “We have the lodge to ourselves, right up to Boxing Day.”

  Sasha pulled his wits together. What was he supposed to be doing? Lighting the fire. Yes. He fumbled with the box of matches, dropped most of them onto the tiled hearth, and bit back a curse at his sudden clumsiness. It felt like an age later that the fire burst into life, the room immediately warming.

  Megan busied herself in the kitchenette, and then came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, which she placed carefully on the coffee table. “You know, I planned for us to drink to our first Christmas together, but now we can celebrate even more.” She extended her left hand, her attention focused on the ring, and then looked up to meet his gaze. Her eyes were damp, but her smile was huge. “What did I do to deserve you, babe?”

  Funny, but Sasha often asked himself the same thing. Megan was hands down the best thing to ever happen to him. “Well”—he pretended to consider her question—“I’m not sure. Maybe you need to come a bit closer. If we sit on the sofa for a while, we might figure it out.”

  “I feel like Little Red Riding Hood, when you look at me like that, Wolf Boy. Are you going to bite me?”

  He snapped his teeth, and then held out his arms. “Only if you’re very good…”

  Epilogue

  New Year’s Eve

  After four days of chilling out by the sea, in the cottage Megan borrowed from her gran, Sasha and Megan had to head back into the city.