The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 142

Alexander laughed louder that time, and caught my wrist again before I could touch the waistband

of his jeans. Second attempt frustrated.

“Maybe in a little while,” he decided, in a proud tone.

“Swindler, what are you trying to do?” I pouted, annoyed.

“To have a little fun. Relax, I highly doubt you’re going to have a bad time.”

Of course I didn’t doubt that either, but what I wanted was to have him on equal terms. I had been

naked for fifteen minutes already, and half of my body felt frozen while the other half was almost

boiling; we were very close to the fire in the fireplace. Alexander stretched again and held me

tightly with both arms, showering kisses over my neck and chest. I tried to growl the way he did (and failed miserably; my throat wasn’t made for that kind of sound) when his comfortable, warm

weight covered me, arousing me with his touch–sometimes silky, sometimes rough. He began to

descend over me slowly, kissing, biting, licking my skin, his hands holding me down by the waist

against the carpet.

“Your pants, Alexander!” I ordered, almost shouting.

I only heard his laughter. I had my eyes closed; I was too relaxed and happy to see his mocking

smile or to realize how much he was enjoying making me impatient.

“What a temper! I didn’t know you had that side.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” I replied playfully.

“I should say the same about me. Doesn’t that scare you?”

The only thing I could answer with was a moan when his teeth attacked my thigh. The brush of

those fangs felt almost as delicious as the warmth of his breath on my skin.

“…we still have time to get to know each other even better,” I whispered, letting my head fall back,

enjoying his caresses. “The only thing I have to be sure about is what I feel for you, and that you

feel the same for me. The rest, frankly, doesn’t matter.”

And it was true. Nothing else mattered to me except being there with him. At that moment, it felt

as if Illya Valinchenko himself could burst in to take him away, trying to tear him from my arms- perhaps furious because his son was once again falling into the nets of an ordinary woman–and I

would have fought like a beast to defend Alexander, my Alexander.

A shiver of excitement made me tremble, and I smiled at my little fantasy.

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I returned to the warm reality when I felt a pleasant sting on the inside of one of my thighs (a kiss,

perhaps), and the warmth of his breath getting closer and closer to the most sensitive part of my

body. I almost let out a cry of satisfaction the first time he slid his tongue gently over the

throbbing, eager flesh between my legs. My whole being vibrated with renewed energy, stronger,

faster. In instinctive reaction to such a pleasurable caress, my back arched and a moan escaped

my throat. Yes, there. Like that, just like that. I dug my fingers into the soft threads of the carpet, struggling to control my breathing. Something Alexander had said before about a sensitive tongue

came to mind…

He definitely knew how to find the right places; I couldn’t stop trembling in his hands.

“…Alexander, ah…”

He bit me softly in the most perfect place of all.

I could have had an orgasm right there, or so I thought. I was close, but not quite enough; he bit me again, delicately, and immediately his tongue soothed the sting of the exciting touch of his teeth. I couldn’t hold back (and why should I?). I writhed, moaning, trying to grab a handful of the thick carpet, to breathe, to think coherently. That wet, thorough massage felt somewhat rough, but pleasant; a deep tingle of pleasure ran through me every time he touched me.

“Alexander!”

“…you’re starting to smell even better,” I heard him say; a hollow, animal growl accompanied his words, and his deep voice sounded even hoarser, fiercer. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold

back.”

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I felt his teeth on my thigh again, slowly, tenderly.

“…don’t,” I pleaded.

“Be careful what you ask for; this is also new for me. I swear I’ve never before…”

That absolute and firm statement pierced my awareness like an arrow. He growled again,

powerfully. The tingle deep in my stomach was delicious.

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I made an effort to lift myself slightly on one elbow and look for his eyes. His lips were still moving over my leg toward my knee, his hand gripping my thigh fiercely. When we finally looked at each other, I understood perfectly: he was letting himself go, and that was the novelty for him. I accepted that Alexander had never before given himself the chance to do that–not when Anya might have suspected that something wasn’t right with her husband. I didn’t know whether to feel a strange kind of tenderness, pity, or more anxiety because of that discovery, but my body did the work instead of my brain; I sat up.

Alexander sat up as well, responding to my silent reaction, but I didn’t give him space to say anything: I moved closer and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pressed my chest against his, and kissed him again, on my knees. He accepted my “attack” with a pleased growl; his large, warm hands seized my waist again. He pulled me until I was in his lap, like before, with one leg on each side of his hips. There was no way to interrupt that kiss, to reject the brush of his fangs against my lips or his tongue against mine.

Irubbed myself slowly against his body, happy and incredibly eager.

Sitting in his lap, almost on his hips, I could feel under my own weight how much he desired me. and how ready he was to take me. The slightest contact made me shiver with anticipation and

drew small muffled growls from Alexander.

It seemed to me there was no need to keep playing anything; for my part, I wanted action.

My hands crawled over his broad, powerful shoulders toward his equally strong neck, and I held his face in my palms. His arms tightened more around my torso; we couldn’t have been closer. I pulled

back for a moment to remind him:

“Alexander, you’re still wearing your pants.”

He smiled and tried to kiss me again, but when I refused-

“Why the rush?” he said, frowning.

Oh, no. He wasn’t going to undo me with that deep blue gaze, even if he put all his charming,

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brave–boy appeal into it. I pressed my lips together, because I didn’t need anything else to

understand that something wasn’t right.

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“… What’s wrong, Alexander?” I asked, uncertain. “Half an hour ago you were the one talking about

taking the initiative. What’s different now? Are you scared? Don’t lie to me, please…”

“I’m thirty years old, Johanna, and I have two children. I’m not scared.”

“Then what is it?”

He took a moment to answer, but he did, as always, with steadiness.

“You’re right, I’m a little overwhelmed. And I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable; I’m happy,” I smiled to reinforce my answer, and gently caressed his cheek.

“You haven’t done anything I dislike, quite the opposite. You know? For your first time ‘letting go,

you’re doing very well. It’s pure instinct, isn’t it? You feel it, just like I feel it. I’m very excited; we’re

both ready. And I want more, so…”

I looked over my shoulder, searching the carpet with my eyes. I found the cellophane wrapper that

had ended up under the coffee table and stretched to reach it. I leaned back over his lap, resting

my back on his knees, and Alexander took his time tracing a line with his fingers from my

collarbone down to my pelvis, between my breasts and over my stomach. It tickled, and I smiled. I

retrieved the condom and straightened up to place it in Alexander’s palm. I gave him a quick kiss

on the lips.

“Let’s try,” I asked patiently. “Remember that I love you just as you are. Just remember that,

Alexander.”

The look he gave me that time was different, more confident.

A look I learned to recognize over time, when he decided to take the bull by the horns and do what

had to be done. It filled me with satisfaction.

A moment later, Alexander had left the rest of his clothes on the sofa and was ready to join me

near the warmth of the fireplace. I remained silent the whole time and gave him his space, even

though looking wasn’t a crime and he didn’t seem to mind. I did it for myself, because I couldn’t

just watch him undress in front of me without turning irrationally red. I didn’t expect that, before I

could lie back down, Alexander would grab my wrist and pull me until he wrapped me in his arms

again. He locked me against his chest and guided our bodies together down to the floor, onto the

cushioned surface of the carpet. He gave me a small smile, full of fangs, and I couldn’t help but

laugh, euphoric with happiness. This time, it was different.

More attentive, more eager and exciting. More aggressive. Passionate.

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