Jenika Snow

Be a good girl and come here and sit on my lap.”

“Sleep, iubirea mea.”

My clit throbbed and my pussy clenched. The greedy bitch knew this cock needed to be between my thighs.

“Wolf. God—”
“I don’t want your God’s name on your tongue, Marcella. You should scream my name instead.”

Because refusing you anything makes me physically sick.”

I fucking promise. I promise to listen to you. Although I can’t promise that I’ll be happy about it. But I need to know that I have you. That for the rest of my life I have you here, with me, loving me. Loving me like no one has ever loved before. Tell me, Bronwyn. Because if I don’t… if I don’t have you, I’m going to–”

I finally reach up and put my mouth on him, kissing his words away so I can give him some of mine.

“I will.”

And so fucking lovable that I kiss him again.

He’s too numb to kiss me back but it’s okay. I’m content to lick his parted lips, suck on them, tangle my tongue with his, all on my own.

Until he wakes up.

With a growl.

That sounds and tastes so sweet.

As sweet as his thick, almost slurred words. “You will.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nod. “Uh-huh.”

He still isn’t over his shock as he prods, “I have you.”

I guess it left such a gross taste in my mouth— figuratively and literally—I had never wanted to try it again.

So yeah, I was inexperienced in all that. But the way he looked at me made me want to be so experienced... with him.

Just a look from him had set fire to my skin, had my flesh tightening, and had goose bumps forming all over my arms and legs.

Do I know you?” My voice was soft and low, but there was no mistaking the heated quality to it. And if I heard it, surely he could as well.

“Not yet, you don’t,” he said with such a purpose that my heart skipped a beat in my chest. “But you will.”

The amount of certainty in his voice could have been considered arrogant, but not the cocky kind. It was the kind that told me this man was used to getting what he wanted. And he got what he wanted by working

Seeing as I’m playing Santa, and I hear you’ll be my Mrs. Claus.”

My Mrs. Claus.

Why the hell did