All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) Read Online Free PDF Page A

shadowy face. "Don't you want to...aren't you going to--"
    "Want to?...Yes. Going to?...No." His voice sounded pained.
    He wasn't going to relieve himself. Why? Had he lost his desire?
    "Hell, no...I haven't lost my desire. I want you so fucking bad that my balls are blue and my cock is about to explode. I just...can't." His voice was harsh, tortured. He turned and left the room, muttering another curse as he exited the door.
    Faith snuggled into the warm sheets and comforter, feeling rejected, an ache in her chest. It wasn't a feeling she was unfamiliar with, but with Gavin, the pain was almost unbearable.
    I'm not rejecting you, Faith. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. And I've lived on this earth for over three hundred and fifty years.
    Faith was startled when she heard Gavin’s voice...inside her head. Holy crap! She looked fruitlessly around the shadowy bedroom, knowing that she was hearing him inside her mind, but looking around anyway, residual disbelief still nagging at her. She leaned back, resting her head on the pillow and sighed deeply. She could feel him stirring inside her head, his presence almost palpable, even though he had left the room. "More Changeling magic?" she whispered, letting go of scientific fact that she held as truth, opening herself to the possibility of things that couldn't be explained by biological data.
    Yes. You're my mate. We can read each other, speak with our minds. Your ex-boyfriend was an asshole.
    She should probably be pissed that he was invading her privacy, delving into every detail of her history. Normally, she would be angry, but as his essence floated through her brain, it felt...natural. "I know. Two years of my life wasted." She spoke audibly, still not sure how to send him messages or thoughts. She couldn't read him either.
    I'm sorry about your mother. And you don't have to take another two years to write your thesis. You can study me.
    Faith's mother had been a single parent, her father a loser who had never had any interest in her. Losing her mother to cancer five years ago had nearly destroyed her. "Thanks. It was a pretty tough time for me."
    It was more than that and you know it. You suffered.
    Faith smiled. Gavin sounded angry, as though he was personally responsible for her sorrow. "I did. But I try to remember the happy times now. What do you mean that I can study you?"
    You need a large mammal to study. I'm a wolf. You can do your thesis on timber wolves. I can provide whatever data you need, any samples or blood. I'll even take you to observe the packs, although I can tell you anything you need to know about wolf behavior. I'm sort of an...expert.
    She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. He was indeed an expert, probably the world's foremost authority, because he actually was a wolf.
    I'm also a man. His comment was low, hoarse, and slightly vulnerable.
    Yeah, and didn't she know it. She shuddered, remembering the feel of his massive erect cock pressing against her core. Gavin was all alpha male, and so damn hot that all he had to do was look at her with those intense I-want-to-fuck-you-now blue eyes and she melted. "I might take you up on that offer. To help me study timber wolves. I've always had an affinity for wolves. I guess now I know why."
    He laughed, an amused sexy chuckle. I'll help you. Now sleep.
    "I should go home," she muttered quietly, her eyes growing heavy.
    Don't even think about it. There's no way you're going back to that crime-infested, shithole of an apartment. It's not safe. You're staying right here where I can protect you.
    Okaaaay...that bossy proclamation should have really pissed her off, but instead, it made her feel safe. She'd been alone most of her adult life, except for friends, with no one to tell her what to do, not needing to seek approval from anyone else but herself. But Gavin's protective, possessive behavior blanketed itself around her, wrapping her in warmth and shelter.
    Get used to it. The gruff