Chris

By the time we say our goodnights and get downstairs, Jess is wide awake. She gets to work, digging all the presents out of their hiding places around our room.

After the third trip up, I'm beginning to wonder where the hell she stashed all of this. With my arms once again full of gifts, I look at the overflowing Christmas tree and wonder where on earth I'm gonna put them all.

Jess runs upstairs, her face flushed as she looks nearly panicked at the sprawling pile of gifts. Before I can ask her what's up, she snatches a thin burgundy box with white ribbon from the top of the pile and puts it behind her back.

"Not this one," she breathes out, piquing my interest.

"No?" I question setting the rest down and turning towards her. She shakes her head no and blushes brighter as she slowly backs towards the stairs. "And why not?"

"'Cause," she blurts out, backing down the stairs and inching towards our room.

"'Cause why," I parrot, playing along. Catching her off guard, I wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her from running away. Jess' golden brown eyes go wide, realizing she's stuck.

Her gaze continues above me and I look to see mistletoe hanging above us. I grin down at my beautiful, flustered mate in my arms and lift her chin.

"Don't mind if I do," I say, leaning down to steal a kiss. Jess instantly responds to me, letting me in when I nip her lower lip. Jess cries out in protest as I use her distracted state against her and snatch the gift from behind her back.

"Chris," she pleads, eyes locked on me but her reaction has stolen all of my attention. A quick look shows it is indeed for me.

"You're right, it is for me," I chuckle. "Should I run it upstairs and open it tomorrow morning with everyone else or open it tonight?"

Jess rolls her eyes and pushes off of me before glaring and crossing her arms. "It's not appropriate to open in the morning," she mutters.

Well, damn!

Having an idea of what's in the box, I back her into our room and lock the door behind me. Jess sits on the bed and watches me as she bites her nail.

I slip the lid open and peel back the red tissue paper to see sheer red material with white fluffy accents. My eyes are glued to the festive lingerie before lifting to Jess. .

"No," she says firmly but her body disagrees. Her scent is stronger than ever and has me itching for more, but she insists, "That's why I was going to give it to you when we got back."

I arch a brow, letting her know how serious I am, before growling, "Show me."

"You have it," she laughs nervously.

"Show me," I reiterate, holding it out for her.

Jess lets out a shaky breath, slowly takes the box from me, gets up, and heads to the bathroom. Waiting is killing me so I change for bed, wearing only sleep pants.

While I wait, I clean up the room, putting everything back that had gotten pulled out for Jess' family's gift round up. Just as I slip the last suitcase back under the bed, I hear the bathroom door open and close quickly. I turn to face Jess and freeze.

Christmas came early!

She's standing just inside our room, eyes flickering between me and the floor as she fidgets slightly. The way the sheer fabric strains to conceal her ample breasts before flaring open around her hips has my mouth watering and dick twitching.

"Say something," she whispers, her voice holding an edge of concern.

"Holy fuck Jess," I blurt out, unable to take my eyes off of her. She looks like a naughty present just waiting for me to unwrap her.

The sheer fabric is edged with white fluff and swells around her hips, showing off delicate red lace panties that hug her curves. Her hair cascades down in soft waves over her back just the way I like it.

"Too much?" she asks, shifting her hips to give me a better view.

"Come here," I growl, grinning as she saunters over.

I groan, taking in her natural scent, not masked by the necklace. The scent of her arousal crumbles what little restraint I have as I gather her in my arms and drop my head to the crook of her neck.

"Chris," she moans, pushing against me as I run my nose up her neck. "We can't... They'll hear us..."

"Then you'll just have to be extra quiet," I huskily respond before kissing my mark. Jess buckles against me and lets out a breathy moan, losing the last scrap of restraint she had.

I turn her back to the bed and gently lay her down before pulling back and taking her in once more. She looks up at me through her dark lashes and licks her lips in anticipation.

Jess lays there squirming while I hover over her and kiss my way down her neck. Her fingers knot in the hair at the back of my neck and tighten as I latch onto my mark.

Savouring my present, I work my way across her collarbone and down between her breasts before nipping at the bow holding the lingerie closed. Jess whimpers as I pull the ribbon open, exposing her fully to me.

Forcing myself to take my time, I bring my lips to her hardened nipple, swirling my tongue over it before nipping it lightly. She sucks in a breath, arches her back, and tugs on my hair. Jess moans as I lick and suck it before switching my attention to the other side.

"Shh baby," I tease before sucking on the other side even harder. Jess bites her knuckle to stifle another moan. She writhes beneath me as I trail lower, kissing my way across her full stomach before pausing at the lacey barrier.

"They're new," she pouts, begging for me to spare her panties.

I chuckle and kiss my way up her inner thigh before nuzzling her core and taking in her intoxicating scent.

Jess trembles under my touch but I hear her sigh in relief as I drag the panties down before flinging them aside.

Not being able to hold back any longer, I dive right into my feast. Jess cries out before slapping a hand over her mouth.

Fuck, I've missed this.

She can't hold still, twisting and bucking her hips as I devour her. Her breathing quickens as I slip two fingers deep into her core, rubbing the tips into her sensitive nerves and pushing her to her high. Jess lets out a strangled cry as I lick and flick her clit with my tongue, driving her body to the edge.

I look up, feeling her tightening on my finger as she nears her release. The erotic image of Jess writhing in pleasure as she struggles to contain herself has me pushing her over the edge. My eyes are glued to her as I watch wave after wave of pure bliss wash over her.

Jess lays there panting as she comes down from her high. I kiss my way back up her body, only stopping long enough to take her festive babydoll top off the rest of the way. Snuggling up behind her, I drape my top arm and cup my hand just under her breasts.

"So much for being quiet," I tease, earning a slap to my thigh.

"How the hell am I supposed to stay silent when you can do that with your tongue," she complains.

"Baby if you can keep quiet then I'm not doing my job," I laugh. Jess groans and shifts against me, brushing her bare ass against my straining erection, begging to be freed of the sleep pants.

"Mmmm," I growl in approval before kicking them off.

"Chris we can't," she whines while squirming against me.

I let out a low growl and nip her lightly behind her ear, feeling her shiver under my touch. "Say the word kitten and I'll stop," I say, my voice strained and reluctant.

Jess pauses, as if debating with herself, before breathing out, "Don't stop." I suck in a sharp breath from feeling her reach around and grip my shaft, stroking me firmly.

"Damn baby," I groan, relishing in her touch but before long I need more.

I pull her hip up where I want it and lift her leg over mine for better access before guiding myself into her heat. Jess moans as I finish pushing myself in and pause, giving her a moment to adjust.

"Shh," I whisper cupping her cheek and holding my thumb over her lips. She shifts her hips and arches her back, giving me the green light.

I rock in and out of her savouring how tightly her insides grip my cock before picking up the pace. Each thrust makes her heavy breasts bounce, leaving me damn near in a trance.

She lays her hand over mine and turns her head, using my larger palm to cover her mouth. The muffled moans and soft mewling is music to my ears as I feel myself building. I trail my free hand down her stomach and hover my fingers over her core. The moment I start circling her clit, she clamps down on me and I nearly blow just from the pressure.

"Jesus Jess," I groan, feeling my groin tighten. She rocks her hips back, meeting me thrust for thrust. With a throaty moan, she comes undone, trembling in my arms as I find my own release.

Kissing her neck and shoulder, I let go of her mouth, leaving her breathing heavy. After I pull out slowly, Jess rolls over, lays her head on my chest, and snuggles against me as I grin like a fool.

"Merry Christmas," she sleepily murmurs.

"Merry Christmas baby," I reply, pulling the quilt up over us. Already I have everything I ever asked for and lay back a content man.

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Knocking on the bedroom door wakes us up. Jess groans, shifting in her sleep to bury her head in the pillow.

"I know you hate mornings baby, but it's Christmas," I murmur, brushing the hair back from her face.

"Isn't it a gift to let me sleep," she grumbles.

"Not when there's an excited kid on the other side of the door about to catch his parents naked in bed," I tease.

"Fuck," she groans, blindly groping around the floor for clothes without getting up.

I laugh and pass her one of my T-shirts. She manages to crawl into it without getting up.

"Come on, sleeping beauty," I coax, rolling her over. She growls but reluctantly drags herself out of bed before slipping on yoga pants.

After cleaning up, we head upstairs to find Curtis, Oma, Tim and Jason working on breakfast. Ethan is busy talking with Dex as the rest of our pack looks equally asleep.

"Now I know why Mom and Dad always took us on a morning run," Derek drawls, nodding at Ethan.

"Hmm?" Jess hums, looking for more.

"Every Christmas morning, we'd do a family run then come back for a big breakfast and presents," I explain, smiling as memories of racing my dad resurface.

"Can we?!" Ethan asks, turning his puppy dog eyes on us.

"Sorry kid, but we're not in our pack territory," Jess mutters apologetically.

"Don't let that stop ya," Curtis cuts in. "You know our farm and breakfast is at least an hour away, but does it work like that?" He asks, scrunching up his face.

"If you mean do we need a full moon to shift, then no," I reply with a chuckle.

"Are you sure it won't weird you out?" Jess asks as she chews on her bottom lip.

"Don't be silly dear," Oma chides, laying a hand on her arm. "This is a part of you... If I'm being honest, I've been dying to see your wolf." The old woman's eyes shine with excitement as she watches Jess.

"Are you guys sure?" she asks again, scanning the rest of the room.

"I'm with Ma," Curtis says with a grin. "You've got an hour... Well, more like an hour and a half before breakfast and your dad's not going to be here 'till noon."

"What do you say, baby?" I ask, feeling Cyrus stirring. "Ready to run?"

"It's all Ember," she laughs but nods.

Ethan jumps up, quivering with anticipation and looks ready to shift on the spot.

Her friends have been incredibly accommodating but to see someone shift in front of them might be a bit much...

'Shift in your rooms,' I link, not wanting anyone else to mess up. Everyone nods and gets up, breaking off to their prospective rooms and I lead Jess back downstairs.

"Ready to run, little one?" I ask, looking into her golden eyes only to have them flash fire.

"Stop teasing her and let's go," Jess chides, peeling off her top in front of me before sliding down her pants and stepping out of them.

One minute Jess is standing there enticingly bare and the next Ember is grinning up at me. Cyrus growls at my lack of action so I quickly strip and let him take over.

'Keep your guards away from Jess, her scent is very strong today,' I link Ryker, not wanting to blow her cover.

Using my shoulder, I push the door open and step back, letting her go first. Ember slowly pads up the steps making as much noise as possible to not startle her friends.

"Holy fuck he's big!" Tim blurts out, wide-eyed as he looks at her. Ember yips as if to sass him for guessing wrong, but he just stares.

"Well if you think she's big, don't look behind her," Curtis cautions, eyes locked on me with a raised brow.

"Whoa!"

'Down boy,' I caution Cyrus, feeling him puff up at their reaction.

"You're stunning dear!" Oma says, clutching a tea towel to her chest. "Can I touch her, or...?" She trails off, looking at Curtis.

"Don't look at me, I don't know what's proper!?" Curtis scoffs.

Ember lets out a snorty laugh and slowly walks over to Oma, rubbing against her. The old woman instantly drops to her knees and throws her arms around Ember's neck.

"They're still in there," Ryker says from the doorway, nodding towards us. "Jess and Chris... All of them, the outside just changes and their wolf spirit comes to the forefront."

'Thanks,' I link, impressed at his tact for once. Ryker simply gives me a small nod.

'Guards are posted in the front, you guys should have a clear path.'

Ethan doesn't get the calm memo and comes racing out of his room like a cartoon character, paws slipping on the smooth floors as he struggles for traction and speed. He finally manages speed but loses control, crashing on the turn around the chair and sliding to a halt at my feet. The kid grins up at me with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and I can't be mad at his excitement.

"The kid's cute," Jason chuckles. "You guys should get going though."

I nuzzle Ethan and practically shove him out the door watching as he nips and jumps at Jess, eager to run and play. One by one, more wolves pad out of the house. My brother's familiar dark charcoal wolf is only a bit smaller than my own and the same size as Jude's silver grey, but this is the first time I've seen Mack's silver-brown wolf and she looks like a mirage. The last wolves out of the house are Chloe's mousy grey and Dex's russet brown that's just a bit smaller than Dereks.

With the pack and escort assembled, I nod to Ember, letting her take the lead. She pushes Ethan into a snow drift and snorts a wolfie laugh when he surfaces and takes off, kicking up fresh powder in her wake.

Ember glows in the bright morning, looking like fire racing across the pristine fresh snow landscape. After an initial burst of speed, she starts to play, zigzagging through the brush, tagging and nipping with the pack. She leads us to a scenic frozen pond with an open river at the far side of the farm.

Watching her and Ethan play is like a scene out of a Hallmark moment. Jude and Chloe are curled up off to the side, watching the entertainment... Even Derek is taking a moment to just enjoy his mate's presence.

No better way to spend Christmas morning... Suddenly it all makes sense why our parents insist on this every year.

'Ummm, I hate to cut your party short,' Ryker links.

'What?!' I snap, my temper flaring to life that our time is once again cut short.

'You've got company...'