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Authors: Caryn Moya Block

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Slava’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
He reached out and slowly unfastened the rest of the buttons on her
shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting started on making
baby number one. Don’t worry,
detka
. I am sure we will have to
practice a lot before we get it right.”

“Funny, wolf man. Now take your
clothes off. I want to see what I’m getting in this
marriage.”

Slava obediently slipped off his pants
and boxers before he unbuttoned his own shirt and climbed onto the
bed. “It must indeed be Christmas day. I just got the best
Christmas present ever.”

 

§

 

Slava leaned down to kiss the woman of
his dreams, his mate. Maggie’s eyes locked with his as he lowered
his head to take a taste. Her green eyes darkened, and she reached
for him to pull his head the rest of the way down.

Kissing her was like lighting a fire
in his soul. Warmth filled his body and mind as need and desire
flashed into a conflagration. Their tongues dueled as each one
tried to get closer, deeper into the other.

Slava reached for the mating bond and
tugged on it, linking their minds together. Maggie’s thoughts
mingled with his. The desire they both experienced doubled. Maggie
moaned, and then sucked his lip into her mouth. Slava pulled his
mouth away. He kissed the tip of her nose, before letting his lips
wander. Then he trailed kisses down her throat to her breast. He
took first one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth, sucking
and rolling the nubbin with his tongue. Maggie grabbed his hair and
held him to her breast. He bit down on the tip, a small flash of
pain.

God, you are killing me. I
want you inside me when I come.

Slava trailed his fingers
down to the curls hiding his treasure. He slipped one finger into
the folds of skin and found her hot and ready for him.
You are so wet, detka. So ready for
me.

Stop fooling around and
take me, dammit.

So impatient.

Slava rubbed himself
against her, letting the moisture of her desire coat his shaft
before aligning to take her deep.
You are
mine, Maggie.

 

§

 

Maggie was on fire. She trembled,
needing to be filled. As Slava’s voice echoed in her head, he
thrust deep. She groaned, feeling the fullness. Their minds were
linked with the mating bond, and she could actually feel what Slava
felt. How tight her muscles held him.

He pulled out and plunged back in.
Their desire built. Maggie couldn’t tell who was more inflamed, she
only knew she needed. Again and again, each time the flames grew
hotter and brighter. Maggie lifted her hips and took him deeper,
trying to reach that pinnacle. More, she needed more.

As if Slava heard her, he reached down
and rubbed at her clit. The little bundle of nerves was so tight.
Her limbs started to shake. Her head thrashed on the pillow. Slava
leaned over and sunk his teeth into her shoulder.

Maggie screamed as her orgasm overcame
her. She heard Slava call her name as she flew away into heaven.
There was a locking sensation at her heart, and she looked down and
saw a golden cord attached, much thicker than before. It glowed and
pulsed with each breath she took.

As their hearts slowed and their
breathing became controlled, Maggie rubbed her hands down Slava’s
sweat-soaked back. He had collapsed on top of her, his face in her
neck.

You smell like vanilla,
Maggie. I think I have a new favorite scent.

What I smell like is sweat
and sex. I’m going to need a shower.

I think I can
oblige.

 

§

 

“If we don’t stop, I’ll be cooking you
lunch instead of breakfast.” Maggie climbed out of the shower.
Slava had just made love to her under the water, and now she ached
in all her sensitive areas. She feared she might not be able to
walk if they continued this way.

“You can cook anything you
desire.”

Slava stepped out of the stall and
reached for a towel. Maggie took the opportunity to admire the
toned muscles that she considered her personal playground. He
leaned over to dry his legs, and she couldn’t help but stare at his
fine behind.

She slipped on the robe he’d given her
last night and tied the belt around her waist. “I’m going to need
my clothes.”

“I think you look delightful.” Slava
winked at her.

He pulled on a pair of pants. She
admired the sexy look of the man before her with his wet tousled
hair and six-pack abs.

“You like the fact that I am naked
underneath this robe.”

“There is that.”

Maggie glared at him to cover the
smile wanting to break free. No one had ever made her feel so
desirable before.

A sudden knocking sounded from the
front door. They both turned to look.

“Ah, I believe that your clothes have
arrived.”

 

Chapter Thirteen

 

“Margaret Mary Brady, if you don’t
open the door I’m coming in.”

Maggie looked at Slava. “Violet is
here. I’m not sure what to say. I shouldn’t have yelled last
night.”

“You were hurt and suffering from
exposure. I’m sure your friend will understand.” He caressed her
cheek before leaning over to kiss her lightly on the
lips.

“When she uses my middle
name like that, she means business. She
will
come barging in
here.”

“Then we should go open the door. I’m
sure she is concerned for your health.” He tucked her left arm
under his and led her to the front room. They had only reached the
fireplace when the door flew open.

“I don’t care if I am barging in, I
warned them,” Violet said to Dmitry as she stormed inside. When
Violet saw them standing there, she stopped suddenly. “Oh, there
you are. No don’t say anything. You were right. I never should have
kept the lycans a secret from you, especially when I knew you were
falling for Slava. You would never hurt me or my pack, no matter
what some people might think.” Violet turned and glared at
Slava.

Slava and Maggie looked at each other
then back at the glaring female Alpha. They both broke out
laughing. Dmitry stepped into the house and up to his wife. He put
his arm around her.

Violet turned to look at Dmitry. “What
are they laughing at?”

“I have no idea,
lyubov moya
.”

Maggie noticed Dmitry’s lips twitched
as if he too found the matter amusing.

Violet’s eyes narrowed as she looked
at her mate. “Mags is my best friend. I didn’t know what was
happening with her.”

“Did you think Slava would harm his
mate?” Dmitry caressed his wife’s cheek with his palm.

“Well…not physically. I wanted to know
she was okay.”

“She looks okay to me. Perhaps we
should come back later,” Dmitry suggested.

“No, welcome, Alphas, to my humble
abode. As you can see, my mate is not chained to my bed, though the
idea has merit.”

Maggie landed her elbow in his
gut.

“Ooof.” Slava chuckled. “Your best
friend has offered to cook breakfast, Violet. Perhaps you would
like to join us. We are celebrating the American Christmas. Maggie
has given me the present of agreeing to marry me.”

Violet squealed and ran forward to hug
Maggie. “I knew there was a lycan waiting for you. I just knew
it.”

 

§

 

Maggie and Violet busied themselves in
the kitchen. Slava offered Dmitry a chair while he stoked the fire
and added more wood.

“I see the mating bond is fully in
place. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Dmitry. It came as a
surprise. I am thrilled to make Maggie mine.” Slava moved to the
chair across from Dmitry.

“How is she? I noticed her wrist was
bandaged.”

“A sprain; it will take a few weeks to
heal.”

“Do you still worry about the human
women we are bringing into the pack?”

“Not the mates,” Slava smiled
apologetically. “Maggie would never harm her best friend or
goddaughters. Times are changing. It will become harder and harder
to hide our differences from the outside world, especially when
pack members are leaving to immigrate to other
countries.”

Dmitry leaned forward. “Is that what
you are going to do?”

“Maggie would never be happy leaving
her life in America forever. I want my mate to be
happy.”

“I once thought that of Violet. Look
how she has adapted to pack life.”

Slava nodded. “True, and I am sure we
will want to come back and visit. But I am finding it hard to
accept Kolya’s authority, and in time, even yours might become too
much. I think I need a pack of my own.” Admitting this was harder
than he thought.

“Ah, I wondered if that was part of
your decision. We will miss you.”

“Dmitry, I love and respect you. My
wolf is an Alpha and truth be told, so is my mate. She loves Violet
like a sister, but her spirit is too strong to be submissive to
anyone.”

“You will stay through Christmas like
originally planned?”

“I wouldn’t cut Maggie’s vacation
short.” Slava leaned forward in his chair. “Oh, Maggie received a
vision this morning about you and Violet. She feels that Violet is
pregnant with your son. She said she saw the boy, and that he will
look a lot like you and have his mother’s eyes.”

“Hhm, which might explain her present
upset. I will look for more proof. Please keep this between us. I
will inform the pack when I know for sure.”

“Of course. I will also need to sell
my share of the mineral rights in the mine, and I think Andrei and
Fanya will take the horses.” There were a million little things he
would have to do before he left.

“I’m sure you will be a wonderful
Alpha, Slava. Already you are planning for the future.”

“Alright you two,” Violet called from
the kitchen. “Come in and eat, breakfast is ready.”

 

§

January 7th

 

Maggie held Slava’s hand
as they rode in the sleigh to the Alpha Lodge. Tonight they would
celebrate Christmas the Sakha Republic way. Where on the evening of
December 25th they had opened one gift and eaten wild boar for
dinner, tonight the main dish would be
Kutya
, a type of porridge. All of
the dishes were traditionally meatless.

Slava pulled up in front
of the Alpha Lodge and tied off the reins. He turned and pulled her
close, his head lowering to touch his lips to hers. Fire hit her
blood and she threw her arms around him. This man melted
her.

“S RazhdеstvOm, lyubov
moya
,” he whispered against her
lips.

“Merry Christmas, Slava.” Her heart
pounded with love for this man. She gazed at him, smiling when she
saw the warmth of love mirrored in his eyes.

“Come, I am sure the
little ones are impatiently waiting.” Slava reluctantly released
her and then helped her from the sleigh. They walked hand in hand
up to the lodge.

Her heart filled as Slava held the
door open for her. They stepped into the warmth of the gathering,
excited voices filled the air. She was so lucky to find this man,
her mate. He made tender love to her for hours, and then sang her
love songs while playing his guitar. They took walks in the snow,
made snowmen with the children, and decorated the house with
evergreens for the holidays. They visited with Violet and the
twins, and with Illarion and his Mother.

On seeing them enter, Violet rushed
forward. “Maggie, thank God you’re here. Can you watch the
children?”

Maggie turned to glance at the group
of children sitting around the Christmas tree. “Sure, Vi. What’s
the matter?” Slava helped her take off her coat before hanging it
on the coat rack.

“Vikenti has gained weight
since last year and is having problems fitting into the costume
for
Chys Khan
.
Yelena is with him trying to let the costume out a little. I
couldn’t leave the children. I’m afraid the
Kutya
will burn in the pan if it’s
not stirred.

“Well, then go. Slava will help me
watch the children.” He was so good with them. She longed to see
him holding their child in his arms.

Maggie stepped around the couch and
over to where the children waited. Illarion held Katya on his lap,
while Karina crawled on the floor toward the tree and its
ornaments. Three other little boys Illarion’s age lounged on the
floor. Maggie recognized Illarion’s best friend, Vasya.

She scooped Karina up with only a
slight twinge in her wrist and sat on the floor with the toddler on
her lap. The twins were dressed in red velvet dresses with little
white bows. Maggie smoothed down the fabric as she got Karina
settled. Slava sat next to Illarion on the couch behind her,
tousling his hair affectionately.

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