A Shifter Disaster Thanksgiving (Holiday Shifters of Frost Mountain #6)

Chapter Twelve

A Message From Chief Gregory

His own pulse pounded in his ears, making it impossible to keep a clear head as he and Diane made the agonizing trip back through the village to his cabin. The longer they walked, the more his desire grew, and it was only through sheer will that he did not give in to his lust for this woman and take her in the snow.

Almost there. He clenched his teeth, impatient to reach the cabin, but also grateful that Diane had raised the suggestion. As much as he would have loved to bury himself between her legs in the snow, as much as his body ached to claim her not only with his mouth but with all of him, it was best to wait until they were alone and comfortable. In his cabin, he would take his time with her, savoring every inch of her body and satisfying all her needs as well as his.

The porch steps creaked under their combined weight as they hurried into the cabin, practically slamming the door shut behind them. No sooner had they gotten into the living room than he grabbed hold of her, pulling her soft body toward his. He kissed her long and hard, then a growl rose into his throat and he pulled away instantly. Before she could utter a protest, he guided her toward the bedroom.

It was poorly lit, as usual, but he could make out her outline as she stood facing him, her breasts heaving against his chest. Reluctant to hesitate any longer, he crushed his lips against hers again, letting his hands rove her body. She returned the kiss as deeply as he gave it, her arms encircling his neck.

But what he needed most right now was greater than the mating of their mouths could provide, despite how heavenly it felt to lock lips with this woman. His hands worked quickly, almost feverishly, at her clothes, baring her perky breasts, only breaking the kiss long enough to lift her sweater and shirt over her head. And then they were kissing again, their passion growing hotter by the second until he thought the entire cabin might erupt into flames.

He slid a hand between her trousers and her skin, and she gasped as his fingers found their way to her core. He penetrated her slowly, one finger after the other, and her eyes widened with a strangled cry.

Feeling his self-control slowly slide out of his grasp, he carefully unbuttoned her trousers and let them fall to the floor. She stood completely nude before him, curved rather sensually at her waist and hips. Looking at her, Sylvester was glad he’d brought her back to his cabin tonight, and even gladder he’d plucked her falling form out of the sky the other day.

“Oh, Diane,” he muttered.

She blinked expectantly up at him. She was more than ready for him, he knew. And he for her. His arousal surged against his trousers, threatening to burst free. He probed between her thighs, delighting in the warm wetness that spilled onto his fingers and wishing it was his erection buried inside her.

“Sylvester,” he heard her moan, her eyes half-lidded. All of a sudden, she brought a hand to his erection, stroking him gently through his clothing. Sylvester nearly stopped breathing. He retaliated by stroking her nub with his thumb, keeping his index finger inside her. As he continued to pleasure her, relishing her moans, she threw her head back and he bent to kiss her exposed neck. When she suddenly staggered, her knees buckling slightly from the pleasure he gave her, he took her to the bed and set her gently onto it, once more drinking in the sight of her tantalizing outline.

He let his hands wander across her body, tracing paths over her curves. As his fingers caressed her clit, she let out a sigh that quickly transformed into a moan.

“Oh, God, don’t stop,” she murmured.

Sylvester had no intention of stopping. The sight of her enjoying the pleasure he gave her was close to driving him out of his mind. Or, more accurately, out of his clothes. More than anything, he wanted to bring this woman to ecstasy, especially if it meant giving himself to her. He closed his mouth around her breast, feeling as though he belonged there. He belonged to her, and she to him.

After all, she was his wife.

Ragged moans parted her lips as he began to suckle her rigid nipple, his fingers still stroking her engorged nub. She threw her head back and her legs parted even wider. Sylvester fought the urge to take advantage of the situation and kiss her neck as he slid his fingers into her. Her moans rose gradually, her body bowing off the bed, and by the time her orgasm hit her, wrenching a sharp cry from her throat, she was nearly hanging off the edge of the bed, her body wracked with spasms.

While she panted, recovering from the pleasure he had given her, he quietly rid himself of his own clothing, freeing his pulsating erection. In the dim light, he saw Diane’s eyes widen, but the shock on her face was quickly replaced with lust. She took him in her soft delicate hand, stroking him, and a shudder filled his body. He clenched his teeth, feeling himself already on the verge of exploding at this beautiful woman’s touch.

She put her lips on him, her tongue suckling his throbbing tip, and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head. “Ah, yes.”

The look she shot him was almost mischievous. She continued to suckle him, drawing him closer to the orgasm he was fighting so desperately against. After grunting his pleasure for a few seconds, and convinced that he could not afford to wait much longer, he eased himself out of her hot, wet mouth.

“Lie back, my wife,” he told her.

He thought he heard a sharp intake of breath, but she did exactly as he asked, opening herself up to him like a flower. Sylvester’s heart slammed in his ribcage with each throb of his eager cock. He nudged himself against her waiting core, a thrill racing through his body as he teased her with the tip.

“Do it,” she gasped. “ Do it , Sylvester. I want you in me right now.”

That was all it took to shatter the rest of his self-control. Her beautiful eyes snapped wide open as he thrust himself into her, hard and deep, and a loud moan escaped her mouth. Sylvester wasn’t sure what he’d been anticipating, but she felt better than he could possibly have imagined, and so tight he half-feared he might explode soon.

He parted her legs even wider to accommodate the length of him, burying himself deeper into her so that he was completely sheathed. The wave of pleasure that rippled through his body told him it was too late to pull back now. He began to move, their combined pleasure forcing heavy grunts from his lips. Diane’s cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss, and he felt her fingers caress his hair and stroke his back.

Her next climax washed over her in a series of shudders and gasps, and he fought back his own release, determined to savor her body just a bit longer. He maintained the pace of his powerful thrusts, relishing the softness of her body, the tightness of her core, the deliciousness of her lips…

A sharp cry broke their kiss, and she threw her head back as he continued to pound into her, reaching between them to stroke her clitoris. It wasn’t until she pressed her palms against his chest and gave him a gentle push that he broke his rhythm.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, genuine concern in his tone.

She gave what he perceived to be a nod. “I want… I want to be on top.”

A grin tugged at Sylvester’s lips. In an instant, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that her body was on top of his, perfectly aligned, his cock still throbbing desperately inside her. His hands braced her hips, holding her in place.

“Ride me, Diane,” he urged.

At his words, her body shivered, and she groaned as she began grinding against him, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through him. She leaned back, affording him a view of her breasts, and he almost sat up with her to take them into his mouth. Instead, he remained as he was, watching her half-silhouetted form as she drove the pair of them toward a mind-shattering orgasm.

This was his woman, his wife.

His love.

When their pleasure reached a climax, moments later, she splayed her hands on his chest, her nails digging into his flesh, and a sharp cry erupted from her lips as her body quivered. She continued to rock against him, and Sylvester found himself shuddering as he, too, reached his release.

Then it was all over. She sank against him with a sated sigh, her breasts crushed against his chest, and he kissed her tenderly, his fingers raking through her hair, his heart thudding in sync with hers. And in the moments before his eyes slid shut and his consciousness slipped away, he heard her murmur something into his ear, but could barely make out the words.

***

A distant rap woke him. Sylvester opened his eyes and drew a breath, his head feeling as if it had been submerged in the water. He pulled himself into a sitting position and glanced around at his surroundings. His gaze landed on the naked form of Diane next to him, still asleep. A smile teased his lips as the memory of last night’s events returned.

He knew he was fortunate to have this woman and not because of the sex. No, far from it. Whether it was purely coincidental that he had been in the air on the day her plane crashed, or it was fate that had brought them together, he would never know, but since meeting her, not once had he regretted saving her life.

She was good company, too, he decided, especially after all these years of solitude. A companion—a wife —was what he needed. Sylvester’s grin widened. It was still strange to think of her as his wife—particularly given the circumstances under which they’d met—and yet it felt so right to call her that, as though their union had been fated after all.

What’s more, she had stayed, even when she had the opportunity escape. Whether it was his warning that had stopped her, or she had chosen to stay with him, Sylvester had no idea, but he was very glad of her presence.

He heard another rap and it occurred to him that someone was knocking on the door of his cabin. Next to him, Diane stirred in her sleep, but she did not wake. Wondering who could possibly be disturbing them so early in the morning, he climbed out of bed, threw on some clothes, and made his way to the front door. Most likely it was Jon or Quinta, here to remind him that today was Thanksgiving.

He wrenched open the door and found himself standing face to face with a short, timid-looking man.

“Elias,” he muttered. His brow furrowed with confusion. Then a flicker of irritation swept through him. “What brings you here this morning?”

Elias averted his gaze as if fearing he might get punched. “I’ve come with a message from Chief Gregory.”

Of course. “Don’t tell me he’s summoned me.” It would be an unpleasant turn of events if Gregory had somehow suspected he might be up to something and had decided to stop him before he could carry out his plan. After their last interaction in the chief’s quarters, he wouldn’t put that past his brother.

But Elias shook his head fervently.

“No, sir,” he replied. “He would like to celebrate today’s Thanksgiving with his family.”

Sylvester scoffed, half-itching to slam the door in the aide’s face. “Tell him I’m spending the day with my wife, Jon, and Quinta. I’m not going over to meet him. That will be all, I presume?”

“Actually, there is one more thing…”

“What is it?”

“It’s about the war between Pine Gap and Glenstra.”

Sylvester’s eyes slowly widened. He pulled open the door, staring intently at the smaller man. His heart slammed violently in his ribcage. “What’s happening?”

Elias cleared his throat, returning his gaze all of a sudden. “There will be no more war between Glenstra and Pine Gap. As we speak, both villages have agreed to work on a peaceful end to the conflict.”

Sylvester’s hand trembled. “ What? ”