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to the discovery of a tiger shifter. Obviously some wouldn’t believe. And if they did, they’d flip. I couldn’t chance that. So, I pulled a favor from a powerful shaman friend who arranged my nightly visits.”
    “I knew they weren’t just dreams,” I blurted out.
    “Far from it. You’ve not said much,” he stated quietly.
    “Your cat was right. I won’t flip the freak out, though I might have if not for the dreams. They rather prepared me for what was to come. Good call going that route. Somehow, I sensed something kindred from the get go. I even felt compelled to go to the zoo and look for...” I trailed off as heat bloomed in my cheeks.
    “What?”
    “Besides the gorgeous white tiger I sought the well-built man stealing my every waking and sleeping, thought.”
    “I wanted to touch you, everywhere. Taste you, be inside you so far there would be no telling where you stopped and I started. Thoughts of you consumed me in every way imaginable.” His voice grew low and husky.
    I stood up and opened the sash to my robe, revealing the sheer red racy number I’d gone to bed in.
    “What are you waiting for? I see no bars blocking you now.” Sure, I’d just tossed the gauntlet down. It was Christmas. I was going to get the rest of my Christmas wish.
    Dax was up, tossing my robe on the floor in front of the flashing tree before I blinked twice. His mouth suckled a cold nipple within its heat before a third blink, and by the fourth blink the matching panties to this number were history. Ribbons of the material were scattered in every corner of the place.
    As he laid me gently down on my soft robe, I cast a glance at the beautiful tree and squealed in shock as his mouth latched on to my clit. Strong hands kept my knees spread wide as he ran his tongue through my folds. Not as rough as a cat’s, but far more abrasive than a human’s and damned be if I wasn’t shooting into another orgasm within just a few passes. Before I could sample him again, I found myself flipped over, ass high, with a massive arm around my waist anchoring me firmly in place.
    Dax entered me in one strong, breath-stealing, back-arching, toe-curling thrust. His bare chest draped over my bared backside, and I felt his kisses making their way toward my neck. As he continued thrusting deep within me, he bit into my shoulder. The sensation of being filled to maximum capacity, coupled with the bite, sent me spiraling into a powerful orgasm.
    I knew that the bite was a marking, and that I’d gotten my Christmas wish.
    I was no longer alone. I belonged with someone, and this holiday as well as all future ones wouldn’t be spent watching the happiness of others—it would be spent appreciating a happiness of my own.