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Since we live in werewolf territory, holidays aren’t really celebrated. The humans ask if we can buy holiday decorations, and Larc and the others have no problem with it. Larc assigns four men I haven’t had much interaction with to take us into town to shop. Larc and his team have another mission, so he’ll be gone for several days. When I ask him about the missions, he’s vague regarding where he’s going and when exactly he'll return. He explains it’s classified, and he’d love to answer my questions, except his duty is to the FBI and the victims. I understand and won’t bother him about it again.

We said our goodbyes yesterday, and today, Becky, Louisa, Mandy, and I are heading into town. The men escorting us, Parker and Simon, Mandy’s man, sit behind us in the SUV, Rudy drives, and Felix is in the passenger seat. It’s an extremely roomy auto, refreshments and snacks lining the side doors. Mandy sits sideways the whole way, talking and kissing Simon. It’s sweet, but I can tell Parker and the others are annoyed.

Once we arrive in town, Simon holds Mandy’s hand while Parker, Rudy, and Felix walk in front and to the side of Becky, Louisa, and me. Their heads constantly shift, combing the area, and what looks like mind-linking one another. Becky and Louisa chat about what they’d love to buy, and I nod along to their ideas. Felix goes into the stores first to case the place out before allowing us in. I’m not sure what they’re looking for, yet it doesn’t seem to bother any of us.

While Becky and Louisa laugh at the battery-operated Santas and reindeers singing and dancing, I drift over to the garland, ornaments, and lights area. My mouth drops open at all the stunning ornaments and shimmering lights. Growing up, my father didn’t decorate for Christmas. If anything, he drank more during that time of year. If I wanted to experience the season, I’d hang out at my friends’ houses, which were packed with decorations. In Ben’s sterile condominium, he would place a small pre-decorated tree on top of a side table. So, the one thing I’ve always wanted was a tree of my own to decorate. My reflection of the past pinches out tears, but I wipe at my eyes before someone sees them.

Felix startles me when he asks.

“Is everything okay, Ivy?”

My hand is on my chest as I say.

“Yes. Fine.”

I hadn’t noticed him nearby, and as I walk, he follows at a slight distance.

On the top shelf is a box of lights I’d like to see. Indicating to the box, I ask Felix.

“Can you reach that box?”

“Which one, Ivy?”

Standing below it, I point to the correct one, and he asks.

“Please step a few feet away.”

It’s an odd request, but I do as he asks. He places the box on a lower shelf, and my eyebrows dip in confusion as to why he didn’t just hand it to me. I thank him and read the box of colored lights, which shows it’s enough for a decent size tree. In my other arm, I grab a large box of ornaments, and when I turn, Felix approaches, pushing a cart, and I thank him again. I pile boxes of assorted tree décor in it, meeting up by the other women. Each of us has a cartful of decoration, laughing at the amount, and then we decide to put some back. Before we do, Felix and Rudy inform us that Larc said there’s no limit. We can get whatever we want. Since these can be used year-after-year, we keep most of them.

Back home, we decorate both the men’s and the women’s bunkhouses. I go to the mess hall to retrieve drinks for us and run into Shayna. She’s a giant compared to me and ravishing. I have to admit she’s one of the most breathtaking women I’ve ever met. Her silky dark hair and eyes captivate me.

I don’t realize I’m staring at her, my mouth ajar, until she asks.

“Do you need something, Ivy?”

My head shakes to snap me out of staring.

“Uh…yeah. Uh, some drinks?”

Shayna points over to the vending machine.

“No one is in back, but you can use the vending machine.”

My face must have shown my disappointment because she adds.

“I have some money.”

She takes out a five-dollar bill.

“Will this be enough?”

I shuffle my feet and gaze downward.

“Well, there’s ten of us.”

She pulls out a ten-dollar bill and says.

“No problem.”

My faint smile meets hers.

“That’s kind of you. I don’t want to take your money though.”

Her hand flaps in front of us.

“It’s no problem. I can even help you carry them.”

The women and men need refreshments while we work, and I could use her help to bring them over, so I nod.

Carrying cans of soft drinks and water, Shayna having the most, we deposit them onto a table.

Shayna is about to leave, and I ask.

“Would you like to help us decorate for Christmas?”

Her eyes roam over the décor we’ve already hung and she smiles.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

Louisa comes over and says.

“The more the merrier.”

Shayna’s smile grows.

“Then I’d love to.”

From a distance, a warmth overcomes me, watching everyone interact, decorate, and laugh. It’s wonderful to observe how far we’ve come in three months. I lower into a chair, hug my water bottle, and just this once, I’m not afraid to let the tears fall, because they’re tears of joy. I’ve missed out on a lot in life, so to see these women who have become my friends, get along and have fun is something I’ll cherish forever.

Several days later, Larc and the team arrive, bringing back a young, attractive man. Like me, his story is unknown to everyone other than the team, and I don’t ask. I’m standing by the gates opposite the parking lot, hugging my arms. It’s a cold, overcast afternoon. I’ve missed Larc, and when I see him from a distance, my breath hitches. Whoever came up with the sayin.

“he takes my breath away,”

must have been talking about Larc. He’s clearing out the van in only a sweater and jeans, so I have a full view of his muscles flexing and contracting from his movements. The perfectly round ass on this man is unbelievably solid muscle. My face reddens at my thoughts and the cold.

Larc must smell me because his long thick legs stride over, picking me up, and burying his face into my neck.

“I missed you, my little sprite.”

My arms wrap around his neck.

“I missed you, too, wolf-charmer.”

The rumble of his laughter causes him to shake, which transfers to me. This man can seriously ruin me for good, except I haven’t second-guessed Larc. He’s consistent when it comes to keeping order within the community, while he’s commanding and sweet when we’re alone.

He puts me down, his icy hands cupping my face, kissing me like he’s claiming an entrance into heaven. A mixture of demanding and serene. I sigh into his mouth, and his smile curves against my face. Someone behind him coughs. Larc breaks the kiss, growls in jest, and checks over his shoulder to find Kyle.

Kyle gives me a weak smile and says.

“Hey, Ivy.”

Without waiting for me to respond, he asks Larc.

“I brought the young guy we rescued to the bunkhouse. The other men said they’ll take care of him and make him comfortable. Anything else from me before I head home?”

Larc’s hand hangs over my shoulder.

“No. We’re good.”

Kyle tips his head to us and leaves.

I release an unexpected sigh.

“He doesn’t like me.”

Larc hauls me into his arms, one under my legs and the other supporting my back, and brings me to his house. Our house, as he continuously reminds me. My feet hit the floor of the foyer, and my hands wrestle him out of his clothes, while he does the same to me. When we’re stark naked, he takes my mouth in a bruising, deprived way. My hands hold his jaw while he bleeds me of desire. A tooth nips into my lip, teeth clack together, and his hands scooch under my thighs, wrapping them around his waist. He carries me into the kitchen with floor-to-ceiling windows open for anyone to see in, placing me on the chilly marble covered island. Larc tells me to get on all fours, sliding me to the end.

His king-size calloused hands cup my ass, thumbs spreading my lips open. I moan, looking over my shoulder at this incredible man. Meeting my eyes, he sticks out his tongue, swiping upward from clit to opening. Larc does amazing things with his mouth and ample tongue. My head drops, eyes close, following the sensations. His saliva and my arousal drip down my inner thighs. I push back into his face, and he growls as he tongue fucks me, vibrating my insides. Heavy breathing and vulgar words spill from my mouth. My hands turn to fists, legs shaking and trembling when I come. I’m about to lie down, but Larc lifts and pulls me toward him until my legs dangle over the counter.

His erection presses into my backside when he leans over me, his mouth by my ear.

“How do you want to take my cock, little sprite?”

My head turns, beaming sideways at him.

“What are the choices?”

Larc sucks on my earlobe.

“Here or hanging over the sink. Either way, I’m filling you up.”

I bite my lip.

“Then let’s get on with it here.”

His teeth rake down my neck, eyes locked on mine, and he growls.

“What do you like, Ivy? Tell me.”

He swirls his tongue over the red teeth-marked trail, and it’s so seductive I whimper out.

“Talk dirty.”

Larc bites down on my shoulder, yet it isn’t hard.

“Spank me.”

Rising, he twists my hair around his hand and runs the head of his cock through my juices, then enters me. We groan simultaneously. My hands grip the sides of the counter.

“Look at that pretty pussy clenching onto me.”

His hips move back and forth.

Smack.

I wasn’t expecting it so soon and my inner walls clench around his dick. Larc’s staring down, watching his cock appear and disappear inside me, while his hand smooths over the burn. He’s fixated, nose flaring as he grunts. The sounds he makes are enough to send me into another world.

Smack.

It’s so fluid the way he slaps my ass with a flick of his hand, covering my entire cheek. In and out. He pulls my hair, arching my back, and picks up speed. My legs widen to brace my feet on the sides of the cabinets.

Smack.

Heat flares in the other cheek.

“Yeah, baby, spread those legs.”

He caresses my ass, and in a low rumble, whispers.

“Damn, you’re so fucking sexy with my handprint on your ass. And look at how you use your pussy as a suction cup.”

Smack.

“Be a good girl and make my cock feel at home. Hold it tight.”

Larc’s hips snap forward and back in record speed, slipping in further while his fingers rub my clit.

“Fuck, yes. You have the most incredible pussy.”

I’m crying from the pain and pleasure, pleading for more, and he grants it, striking against my cervix again and again. When he hits my barrier, pain shoots through me and it becomes numb until he does it again.

“Does my good little girl love me deep inside her?”

I don’t answer right away.

Smack.

“Yes, my big bad wolf. Harder.”

Between him playing with my clit, the smacks, and pounding into me, I squirt all over my wolf-charmer, and it doesn’t seem to stop. It’s a gush of water.

Smack.

“That’s it. Come for your big bad wolf. Soak my cock.”

Larc pulls out and flips me onto my back; his hands holding onto my ankles, spreading me wide open, then he slips back in. He returns to the fast pace.

“What does my good girl need?”

I’m still whirling from my out-of-this-world orgasm that I don’t answer. In a smooth, quick, motion, he releases my ankle, smacks my inner thigh, and grips my ankle again. The sting shoots straight to my pussy, gripping him tighter.

“I love seeing your milky white skin blotched red.”

He smacks my other inner thigh the same way.

“Rub your clit. Let the big bad wolf smell his meal.”

My fingers open my lips, and I grind my thumb into my clit. I’ve never been so turned on by someone as I am with Larc, and he’s all mine.

“Tell me you love my cock.”

I’m rocking my head from side-to-side. The intensity of my senses are on overload. I’m in some cosmos, drifting while my senses attack at once.

Smack.

Smack.

I scream.

“I love your cock.”

He’s hammering so hard into me, tears prick at my eyes, my throat is hoarse, and I’m about to come again. Or possibly squirt. And I do, but this time it isn’t a blast of water. Larc grunts, curses, head falls back, and his warmth shoots inside me. His pelvis slows. When he comes down from his euphoria, he opens his eyes, giving me a smile that can stop the earth’s axis.