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

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Author: J. S. Scott
harder to bear every moment he spent in her company. However he couldn't, not be in her company, not be close to her. It hurt either way, and he had decided that if he was going to fucking hurt, he would do it surrounded in her essence, hearing her sexy voice, her laughter.
    Feeling her need nearly drove Gavin over the edge, his pounding desire to sate her nearly killing him. But he knew if he crossed that line again, as he had the first night, there would be no turning back, no second chances. If he scared the shit out of her with the intensity of his desire, took her like a rabid animal, he might lose his chance to have her as his mate for all eternity.
    Can't risk it. It would kill me.
    He knew that this time, he was doubly-screwed. Not only were his mating instincts so strong that they made him doubt that Lena had ever truly been the right mate for him, but he was fighting his emotions, a love for Faith so strong that it turned him inside out, upside down and slightly sideways.
    Shaking his head slightly, he sent a silent apology to his two brothers for every time he had laughed at them for being mated, for having to cater to their mates' every desire. Now, he knew exactly why they did it, and did it with a smile on their faces. If Faith would allow him the privilege of being her mate, he would let her lead him around by his cock quite happily, loving every moment of doing things that pleased her, that made her happy. Her happiness was also his, making it his pleasure, literally, to see to her every need.
    That's how it should be, how mating should be. Finally, he understood Rafe and Noah. He understood the complete ecstasy of having a mate. He could only imagine what it would be like if Faith actually bonded with him. He'd feel like the luckiest bastard in the world.
    Gavin showered and dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He passed Faith's room, his room, on his way downstairs. At least he had the comfort of knowing she was sleeping in his bedroom, his bed. His cock throbbed painfully, thinking about her rolling around naked in his bed. Okay, maybe it wasn't such a comfort, but it did give him a certain male satisfaction.
    He heard her before he saw her. There was music playing in the living room and she was singing off-key along with the music. Really, it was pretty adorable, and Gavin's smile broadened, until he realized exactly what she was singing.
    Christmas music! Fuck! No! Deck The Halls!
    His stomach rolled and his face turned to stone as he smelled the scent of pine.
    Fa la la la la la la la la.
    Gavin strode immediately to the stereo, hitting the button to stop the annoying song, slamming the off button much harder than necessary.
    "Gavin? Are you okay? Did I wake you?" Her voice was soft, comforting.
    He glared at his mate, taking in her festive holiday sweater and Santa hat. And then, he saw the tree. It was a monster, at least eight feet, half decorated with colorful balls, almost all of them a ghastly red and green.
    "I wanted to surprise you. I love Christmas and I noticed you haven't had the time to decorate." Her voice was hesitant, obviously not sure what to make of his behavior.
    He couldn't help himself. "I fucking hate Christmas. I hate red and green. I hate the smell of pine, Christmas trees and Christmas music. I despise gingerbread and Christmas cookies." He took a deep breath, his face red with fury. "I don't like the way malicious people act jolly for one month out of the year, and then go back to being assholes after the first of January." He hesitated before adding vehemently, "And I loathe Santa Claus."
    Gavin was breathing hard, his chest heaving with emotion. He lifted his head, his gaze raking over his mate. He could feel her horror, see it on her face, the look in her eyes.
    Just like Lena. Just like Lena. It was the same expression he had seen twenty years ago from his selected mate, only this time, instead of the twinge of disappointment he had experienced when Lena had
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