The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 141

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I stretched my hands over his back, admiring how every muscle trembled beneath my fingers, until I reached the pockets of his jeans, and slipped into one to look for that familiar wrapper. I brought it out in my fist and the rustle of the cellophane made Alexander let out a deep, pleased laugh; then he was faster and took the condom from my hand before I realized it. I kissed his neck–he was

still motionless over me but his lips brushed my temple and ear, with a tense anxiety I couldn’t ignore.

“That’s enough of that,” I asked, tugging at his pants.

He didn’t obey right away (what else could be expected from a leader?), rather he found my

urgency amusing, to the point that I felt a little self–conscious. I tried to do it myself, found enough energy and boldness to slip my fingers into the half–open zipper of his jeans, searching for the elastic band of his underwear, but more than anything longing to touch with my own hands all that heat and accumulated tension. But when I managed to brush against something, Alexander grabbed my wrist and pulled away the hand that had gone farther. His whole body tightened over me like a thick rope twisted too hard, and I blushed, purely from excitement. Was I too desperate,

or was it just my imagination? I simply felt so good, so warm and protected, desired, happy…

I wanted more. Why wouldn’t he let me have him? That was his fault–he made me this way. Still, it

hadn’t been easy to ignore the hardness of that bulge beneath his clothes, nor…

“Hmm, do you think this is the moment for one of those stupid lines like ‘that’s not going to fit

inside me‘?” I said, half joking, half serious.

Because, I mean…

Alexander laughed, and I surrendered when he kissed me again.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit cliché?” he said a moment later.

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen that many of those in my life. I only had one boyfriend and I married

him,” I laughed, running the tip of my nose along his throat, until I realized the implications of what I

had just said. “…wait, what do you mean by ‘cliché‘?”

I pulled back for a moment to look into his eyes, though it was very difficult to move away from his

warmth.

Alexander smiled sideways and propped himself on one elbow, I suppose so as not to hurt me with his weight. I wouldn’t have minded having two hundred and fifty warm, powerful pounds of

him on top of me at all; but at least I had him between my legs and that already made me feel like I

had won part of the game. Perhaps the thrilling idea of the wild and unknown was pushing me out

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of my comfort zone too, encouraging me to go further.

I traced the tense muscles of his arm with wandering fingers while I waited for his answer.

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“You know? It’s interesting the diversity of concepts humanity has about us, those who are neither

man nor beast,” he began, and his gaze captivated me almost as much as the sound of his voice.”

We have secretly coexisted with the human race for many years, and some people knew… and

wrote poems about it. No one took them seriously, and that was fine. The legends about us are

remnants of old slips, hundreds of years ago, when the race was weak and didn’t quite know

whether to try to be part of the world or hide from everyone. Then dark times came, and we

decided to hide in plain sight, as subtly as possible. All of that is part of the collective imagination,

and it has scars in our private history. Now everything is different. Because, you see, there is the ‘

legendary‘ part, cruel and bewildering, with twists and conditions: silver bullets, the full moon,

wolfsbane, contagious bites, a curse, the seventh son, the beast that kills everything it loves, the

cursed wolf skin that triggers the change, the man on two legs who painfully turns into a

quadruped, broken bones that heal in seconds…” Alexander shook his head, with an ironic smile on

his lips, as if wondering where people got all those things from. “And there is also the ‘modern‘ part of that aberrant myth, which is also very interesting.”

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By the time Alexander finished speaking, I no longer felt blood in my face; I was stiff from the

impression.

Because I knew exactly what he was referring to; and I began to glimpse that perhaps what he had

mentioned was the cause of my anxieties. I like to read–it’s natural to me–and in recent days I had

read a couple of things online about werewolves, driven by curiosity. Well, I had been doing it for the past two years, but I had never dared to explore much; I knew little to nothing of what I found

would relate to my friends. But when I gave in to temptation, I found an entire subworld between

dark and sexy drawn with fantasy and eroticism, the image of the supernatural being linked to a

new way of thinking and feeling about it.

And Alexander was right: there was the contemporary myth and the modern myth, whose

dimensions constantly changed. Since I had known about the existence of his kind, that sort of

thing–stories and novels–had amused me a little; but since he had left my house with the promise

of coming back for me, a small uneasiness beat in my chest: I wondered whether there might be

some reflection of reality in those romance novels…

I let myself be carried away. I was expecting what I had read, like a naïve girl.

“How do you know all that?” I asked, almost voiceless.

He caressed my cheek with his knuckles, still smiling ironically.

“Well, we have to keep somewhat aware of what’s cooking out there in case the possibility of

revealing ourselves to the public ever opens up. Did I tell you we have an entire department at the

VLC Group called ‘Environmental Research‘? It doesn’t exactly research the environment.

Revealing our existence to the public is an idea that’s been played with for years, but I don’t think it

will become reality anytime soon. It’s funny if you think about it from my perspective.”

He laughed again; it clearly amused him.

“Alright, so…” I tried to steer back to the point, so he wouldn’t ask me anything.

“Nothing. I simply wouldn’t like to know that you’re here with me because in that little head of

yours there are strange ideas.” He tapped my forehead affectionately with his index finger. “I’m not

an animal. I don’t mate with a female–I love the woman at my side. I’m not going to ‘breed‘ with

you; we’re going to make love. And what happens tonight might be a little rough, uncontrollable or

new for you–and maybe for me too–but I can tell you from experience that otherwise, in this, I

function like any other man. Do you understand?”

I felt the urge to ask him by what parameters he measured that, but…

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His smile was so calm, confident and understanding that I felt foolish for a moment. And

everything he had said before that was, without a doubt, one more provocative thing after another,

making all my embarrassment mix instantly into a whirlpool of desire and the urge to jump on him

all at once. Still, I did the wrong thing; I must have had a big sign on my forehead saying “caught

red–handed.”

“Of course,” I stammered. “I’ve never thought of you that way. Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m smelling excitement, embarrassment, and lies.”

He leaned over me and sniffed my neck. I closed my eyes, delighted, when he traced a path of

sweet kisses from my ear to my collarbone, along my entire neck and toward my left breast. The

subtle caress of his tongue over my n****e made me gasp; my fingers dug into his forearm.

“Alright! I read one or two novels, that’s all!” I confessed, and the sting that vibrated along my back

and lower spine from a light bite on the soft flesh made me laugh suddenly. “Hey, that’s not fair! I

can’t keep elegantly dodging the subject if you force me to tell the truth like that.”

Alexander straightened over me and gave me one, two… three kisses on the mouth before saying:

“So, no more strange ideas?”

“I admit I entertained some fantasy… about hours and hours of nonstop sex, biting rituals and

things like that,” I laughed, and Alexander smiled, contemplating the joke. “Especially these past

few days–I won’t deny it–some stories are very suggestive, you know? But something always told

me the real experience would be different. I want a man to love, not a guardian animal with

privileges. I want you, my werewolf. I love you.” It felt so good to tell him, just like that. “Now, do

you think you’re going to take those pants off anytime soon?”

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