The Wolf Came on Christmas (Johanna and Alexander) novel Chapter 144

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I could still feel, somewhere between my own ticklish delight, how every muscle in his body

contracted instinctively. Maybe he had reached climax, but that didn’t mean he was completely

finished. I barely smiled. So that was what was peculiar about him: his pleasure lasted longer than

mine. Lucky bastard. I felt a little at a disadvantage again, but that could mean many interesting things in the future.

“…I think the condom broke.”

I frowned when he looked at me and said that weakly.

Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, and I felt a little foolish for not noticing before. I had felt

different; at some point I should have realized his seed was spilling inside my body, that it felt too good for us to be protected. For a moment, I hated myself for having started the routine of those silly injections, and part of me wished they hadn’t taken effect yet in my body, or that the drug was completely useless against a werewolf’s genetics. But it was ridiculous to wish for something like that. I bit my lower lip nervously and finally rubbed his arms and forearms a little; I didn’t know

whether to shrug it off and not give it much importance, or to worry.

“…it’s fine, remember I got the shot a few days ago. It’s nothing,” I ended up telling him.

He looked at me as if to say he was a werewolf, not an idiot. Of course his wife had probably taken

some kind of contraceptives at some point, and he must know very well how those things worked.

Of course Alexander wasn’t stupid.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he began a second later.

“I know, I know you didn’t mean to do it without protection, but let’s face it: you’re too passionate

even for condoms,” I joked, propping myself up on one elbow to kiss his lips since he wasn’t going

to lower himself toward me. “I think we can do without them for a few days; it doesn’t matter that

much to me, you know.”

He growled fiercely against my mouth and tensed again.

“Please, could you stay still for a moment? Just a few more minutes…”

I laughed and traced the lines of his solid muscles down his stomach and lower.

Alexander returned the affection, of course, but one of his hands moved to my hips to hold me still

in place. A delicious shiver climbed up my spine again when he slowly licked my bruised lip several

times from that hard kiss we had shared minutes earlier. The gesture, far from bothering me,

seemed strangely tender on his part; even his soft, canine whimpers sounded concerned.

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“I’m sorry about that. Does it hurt much?” he apologized.

“Relax, I’m fine. I’ll consider it a love bite, don’t worry.”

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I buried my fingers in his short blond, almost albino hair with delight. When he thought I was going to stay still, he leaned over me, resting his forehead against mine, and caught his breath in a deep sigh. The hand that had held me before now stroked me from ribs to knee; at some point he

brushed my sore lip with his thumb.

“…still, I was careless. Forgive me.”

Finally, I felt my breathing return to normal and Alexander relaxed completely, allowing himself to rest his weight on me again. Why so much concern about me forgiving him for giving me the best sex I had had in years? What had just happened was enough to fulfill at least three or four fantasies! Along with that and the burning on my neck, curiously from other bites. I decided not to make too much of it; if I kept giving him space and letting Alexander worry, he might pull back, and

I didn’t want him to do anything like that.

I tried to grab his hair in a handful, but it was too short to manage, so I stretched my neck and kissed him until I couldn’t anymore. Until he growled again and his palms filled with my breasts, his

thumbs gently playing with the still–sensitive skin beneath them.

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“Of course I’ll forgive you, Alexander; but only if you take me to my bed right now,” I murmured.

He laughed, perhaps at my tone of feigned offense.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now do what I told you,” I repeated.

I’ve never been particularly one of those people who feel sleepy after making love, and it was good

to discover that hadn’t changed in four years. We spent much of the night in the warmth and trust

of a close embrace, warm sheets, and our laughter or more private words. I confess that much of my energy came from him, because Alexander was a force outside of me that awakened me in

unexpected ways all the time. I didn’t want to miss a single moment of that weekend; it seemed to

me…

That sleeping, however necessary, would be a waste of time.

So we hardly slept at all.

Alexander was good, very good. A good man, and in my opinion, a good lover. Thinking about how

fortunate I felt to know him and that he had decided to give himself the opportunity to love me

filled me with such joy that more than once I found myself wanting to cry from pure happiness. But

it was very difficult to find the opportunity; I could only express how happy he made me with kisses

and caresses.

Later that night, and after another very interesting session of love, I let myself be cradled in his

arms for a few minutes. Alexander was very attentive at all times. He had embraced me from

behind, my head resting on his flexed bicep, and I felt the playful brush of his fingers on my

stomach (quite exciting tickles, I must say), the secure firmness of his body behind me, his warmth

and company. Also his kisses on my ear and shoulder, occasionally on my neck. He was scenting

and apparently something about my skin’s aroma pleased him very much, because he growled

softly with that placid air of a satisfied predator. Under the blankets we were very comfortable;

everything felt soft and warm, perfect.

me,

Although it was hard to ignore that annoying sting between my legs. It would be normal for a few

hours, and it made me feel alive in some way.

“So… I know your wounds don’t heal like Wolverine’s, but can they really worsen when you shift between forms?” I asked him at one point when we were talking about everything and nothing and fell into the topic that fascinated me most, the stages of his change. “Shouldn’t they heal during

the shift, if you tell me your whole metabolism accelerates to build or absorb the new forms of

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your body? If you think about it…”

I trembled instinctively in his arms, and he slowly rubbed my belly with his open hand in a soothing caress. I couldn’t stop thinking about the effort Alexander had made only a few hours after I found

him in the forest, when he decided he could trust me enough to go from the semi–animal state to his human figure.

He had been shot, tired, hungry. He could have died, and only now was I realizing it.

“No, I’m afraid nothing like that. I bet I don’t impress you much anymore, do I?” he explained jokingly, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Healing does happen a bit faster, but not at that speed; a wound or a broken bone takes about half the time it would take an ordinary person. You heal a broken bone in six weeks, I do it in three. But a serious injury often worsens if the body is forced to

go through extra stress, like shifting. Just because shifting doesn’t hurt doesn’t mean it doesn’t

cause stress or that it isn’t devastating on some level. So if you’re badly injured in your semi–animal form, it’s best to stay that way until your injuries heal enough for you to change into human form. Always try not to disobey that suggestion, just in case, but… there are situations that push you to

the limit of your abilities.”

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