The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135-1

“Calm down. I understand.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” I sobbed against his hair.

There. I had said it, without even realizing.

A low, animal growl rumbled in his chest and made my body tremble.

“I don’t want to leave,” he assured me, in a growling and confident murmur. “I’m not going to leave

you.”

Hearing him say it was the best thing he could have done for me, I’m sure.

I kissed him again, calmly, and I searched for his hand to intertwine our fingers together. Though it cost me tremendously, I got up from his lap and gently pulled him, hoping he would understand the hint as I headed toward the stairs. The chocolate could wait for a better opportunity; I didn’t care if

it cooled on the little table.

He understood, after all; his nose must be much wiser.

That night, I let him sleep in my bed.

Nothing else happened, he only slept with me, at my side. I let him hold me, and slowly calm my

internal demons, with sweet and simple words whispered in my ear with that hard and deep voice.

And the pure truth is that that night I slept much better than any other in several years.

Waking up did not seem different from continuing to sleep. What I had in front of me was a dream,

anyway. I opened my eyes, and he was already awake. I smiled a little; he returned the gesture. Alexander leaned closer and left a kiss on my forehead, pressed me a little tighter in his arms. I felt

so warm and so comfortable like that, sheltered against his hot skin and lulled by the occasional sound of his voice, that I would have wished to remain there for the next ten years just resting with

him.

But I had to go to the bathroom, for my women things and all that.

My bed smelled very good. It smelled like a man again. Like him.

What time is it?” I asked, instead of saying “good morning.”

“Nine,” he answered, attentive. “And I have to leave in half an hour, if I want to comply with the schedule my assistant prepared so carefully.”

He added the rest in a pained tone, as if he hated to bother me with that.

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I became fully alert without further delay and left the safe refuge of his arms. I got out of bed quickly, feeling the pull of the bruised muscles of my backside. That damn fall was going to be more problematic than it seemed at the time; I cursed the gravel under my breath and promised revenge. The first thing I saw was the clothes thrown on the carpet. Yes, well. We hadn’t done anything, but who said you had to keep your clothes on? We slept in underwear; we had each other’s warmth so as not to feel the cold of the morning. He had been right; that night it froze like few times before, and it did me very well to have him close. I crossed my arms over my chest and tiptoed down the hallway to go to the bathroom immediately. When I returned to my room, he had already put on his dress pants and was unfolding a clean white shirt.

He had brought his travel bag at some point. The clothes thrown around were no longer on the

floor.

“Will you have time for breakfast?” I asked him.

“Sure. Something for the road.”

“…In that case, I suppose it doesn’t make much sense to invite you to a shower, does it?”

Alexander laughed softly and threw the shirt over his shoulders before answering:

“Oh, it makes a lot of sense, trust me. But it seems to me it would be tempting ourselves too much

at an inconvenient moment. Don’t you think?”

“Of course. You’re absolutely right.”

Of course. What was I thinking? I blushed and turned my back on him to get dressed. I understood

the hint perfectly. If he entered that shower with me, he might never make it to his engagement in

Salem, and I had no intention whatsoever of delaying that schedule his assistant had prepared and about which he had spoken so affectedly. I wondered if his assistant would be a woman, and if she was, whether she would be a she–wolf. Of course I also wondered if the woman would be pretty.

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Chapter 135-2

A stab of jealousy made me relive those days when I was jealous of Nika. I wished Alexander could smell my jealousy, and that he would like it.

We remained silent for a while while I dressed. Then I heard his steps approaching me, heavy on the carpet, and I stood very still when he wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer until I felt the hardness of his chest and stomach against my back. With his free hand, he carefully moved my loose and tangled hair to one side. He bent over me to kiss my now bare shoulder in a slow, affectionate gesture.

“You recovered very well from this,” he commented, and left more kisses over the parallel scars on my back, shoulder, and arm, with a low growl. “They’re barely noticeable.”

“It seems you did a good job with the patches.”

“Will you wait for me?” he suddenly let out, in a soft murmur. “The tour will end in a week. I want to

come back to you.”

My heart jumped in my chest and my whole body warmed again in a rush of longing. Alexander must have noticed, because he growled against my skin and his hand tightened a little more over what.

my stomach. There was no point in lying, right? I also wanted him to come back. No matter

“I’ll wait for you. Don’t doubt it.”

I would have liked to tell him that I had been waiting for him for two years and that one more week

would not kill me; but I had no right. We both knew perfectly that Alexander could never have

come back for me while he was trying to heal the wound that bore the name of his dead wife. Not

even if a very small and loyal part of himself was already thinking responsibly about me in some

I

way. What’s more; I knew that as much as I might have longed for him to come back, I would

have accepted him then.

In some sense, the waiting had only made the outcome more interesting.

“I’m glad to hear that. Do you want me to bring the children?” he inquired, as if casually.

I turned and let myself be embraced, while searching for his eyes.

“You know I adore those two, but I would prefer that you come alone. If you don’t mind.”

I leaned toward his chest, taking advantage of the fact that he had not buttoned his shirt yet, and kissed his warm skin, covered in small paler scars, right over his heart. I hoped he would understand what I meant with that gesture. If he was going to come back in a week, then he better bring condoms, because I was not going to hold back. Poor him if he didn’t bring them; I did not

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intend to leave him in peace. I blushed just realizing the things that crossed my mind in a few seconds. It had been quite some time since I had thought about sex, and in the last hours I had been worried about it for others, but how could I not have sex on my mind, if Alexander was just demonstrating that he felt that way about me too? It was an irresistible temptation, and much more so if I considered how in love I was with him.

Alexander did not disappoint me, not in the least: he nodded at my suggestion and sighed a pleased growl between his teeth. I pressed myself a little more against his body.

“I understand,” he confirmed.

He smiled in a way that made me breathe faster. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose as he approached my face, and kissed me on the lips once, twice, three times. I closed

my eyes too.

“Mm…” I complained, dissatisfied with the idea that that would remain unfinished.

“Me too. Believe me, I know,” he smelled my neck again and murmured, after a short and electrifying brush of his warm tongue: “You smell so good right now. Will you smell just as good to

me next time I come?”

“I’m not wearing perfume, just soap…” I managed to say.

“No. It’s not the soap. It’s you. I like it.”

He pulled away, and his amused eyes spread his good mood to me. I smile

too.

“So, what do you think now about going to Moscow for Christmas?”

“…that I would have to make some arrangements, but I suppose it can be done,” I

happy smile.

swered, with a

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