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  “God you're so adorably nerdy the way you look at things,” I said smiling softly.

  “What meaning do you give this term ‘nerdy?’” She asked suspiciously. “My translator is uncertain whether this nerdy is good or bad.”

  “Baby, it is so good you have no idea,” I assured her, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss. She gasped softly, pulling back to study my face a moment before tentatively pressing her mouth to mine once more. I gently led her through the kiss, teaching her how to move and slowly deepening the pressure until she was pushing against me as urgently as I felt. “I love it when you go all nerdy.”

  I nipped at her bottom lip, licking the seam of her mouth and urging her to open. Slipping my tongue between, I stroked the inside of her mouth in a wet tangle with her tongue. She laughed, pulling back again and stroking my cheek affectionately, then kissing me again. Her skin was silky and warm. My hands swept up her sides, cupping her waist and pulling her closer. Sliding one to the small of her back, I stroked the spot just above her tail, applying light pressure as I massaged the bundle of nerves around the joint. She gasped again, arching into the caress with a breathless shudder.

  “O-oh!” She exclaimed, panting. “Do that...Do that again.”

  I did it again, increasing the pressure. She squeaked and shivered, moaning at the sensations as I massaged that spot again and again. I knelt over her on the bed, kicking off my shoes as I went. Pushing forward, I caged her between my arms and under my body as I nestled my hips between her thighs. She gasped, arching against me at the pressure of my body on hers. The heat of her cleft stroked down my dick, hard and tight under my slacks.

  “Off, take this off,” she begged, hands tangling in my shirt as she tried to delve beneath the fabric. I grinned at the sound her little claws tearing into the material. Raising up on my elbow, I shrugged out of the shirt, hissing at the feel of her hot little hands on my skin.

  My free hand traced lightly over her neck, down her shoulder, and gripped her breast, squeezing the softness. I ran my thumb across her nipple and it pebbled, hardening under my touch. Her body bowed with a mewl of pleasure, pressing herself deeper into my palm. Leaning in, I ran the flat of my tongue over her rosy nipple, drawing a scandalized sound from her. With a chuckle, I drew it into my mouth and sucked it between my teeth, pulling gently as she squirmed under me.

  Following my lead, she trailed her own hands over my chest, exploring the planes of muscle. Her short little claws felt like heaven scratching lightly over my body. I shuddered pleasantly at her touch, dragging a rough breath into my lungs.

  Layalla

  Maxwell did incredible things with his hands and mouth on my body. Things I had never even heard of, it was outrageous and so wonderful. My heart raced and my breath stuttered in my lungs. His hands felt huge and hot as he cupped my breasts, pinching the nipples before he sucked one into his mouth. The wet heat of his mouth sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

  I was fascinated by the amount of hair on his body. He had a light coating of curly hair on his chest. It started over his pectoral muscles and narrowed down to a vee that lead into his waistband. The texture was slightly crinkly, but soft and I found I enjoyed running my claws through it. He groaned as I dragged them over his skin.

  “God, you feel good,” he breathed, sliding his bulge against me in a rolling motion.

  “You feel good too,” I panted, pulling at his trousers. “I am ready, why won’t you mate me?” I whined.

  “So eager,” he chuckled. “Let me see if you’re as ready as you think you are.” His hand dipped between my thighs and pressed into my sex. His fingers slid through the wetness that had formed there. I expected some discomfort, but instead, the pressure of his fingers parting my slit made me gasp and arch, grinding on his hand. He thrust two fingers inside, stroking the sensitive inner walls.

  “More, I need more,” I mewled. He sat back, watching my body where his fingers disappeared into me over and over. I moaned at the stretch of a third finger slipping into my core. My body felt tighter and tighter. The pressure built in me until I was thrashing and crying out as he worked my cunt with his fingers. Stroking faster and faster, he added a fourth finger and I shattered with a cry of surprise, my body shaking with my release.

  Maxwell shifted away, pulling his hand free. Vaguely, I realized he was stripping out of his pants. Soon he was back, caging me under his torso again, and I felt the hard length of his cock pressed against my entrance. I was still on my back though. Confused, I met his gaze. His eyes were smiling and warm as he looked down at me. He grinned and kissed me, chasing the doubts from my thoughts as our tongues twisted about each other. I relaxed in his embrace, his hands caressing my breasts and hips.

  He slid a hand down my leg and pulled my knee up to rest my foot on the bed. His hip rested against the inside of my thigh. Reaching under my hip, he squeezed the top of my tail again. I inhaled sharply, arching at the sensation and he shifted. Thrusting his hips forward, he stroked into my sheath, burying his erection in me. There was a mild pinch of pain, but he froze and it faded quickly as the feeling of being filled by him took over. I could feel the throb of his cock in my cunt and it was already winding my body tighter again. He was thick and smooth, stretching every inch of my sex. I quickly became impatient for more.

  “You okay?” He asked, panting with the effort of holding still.

  “Yes. Yes, move. I need you to move,” I begged, digging my claws into his hip. He grunted lightly, grinning at me. Without answering, he eased back, slowly drawing himself almost all the way out. I hissed in frustration, hooking my leg around his hip and pulled at him. My tail wrapped around his thigh, preventing him from leaving and I raised my other leg around him, groaning at his stillness.

  Shifting my hips to draw him back in, my tail tightened, brushing his testicles. He jerked, sinking into me with a shuddering gasp. Emboldened by his reaction, I pressed my tail higher, undulating against him. He sucked in another breath, fisting his hands in the sheets. I did it again and jerked his hips with my feet, yanking his cock into my body again. At the same time, I lifted up and licked his ear, nipping the lobe.

  With a growl, he lost control, pounding into me. The speed and force of his thrusts soon had me wailing in ecstasy. I clung to his shoulders as his weight pushed me into the mattress. It felt like sparks were shooting through me as the sensation of his body hammering into mine drove me to the edge of release once more.

  “Come on, baby,” he panted, hips pistoning faster. “One more. God you feel good.”

  “Yes, yes,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet him. His fingers dug into my hip, a small bite of pain that just elevated my pleasure.

  Leaning in, he bit the soft curve of my shoulder, a sharp sting that shot through me. Everything snapped and I screamed my release into his chest. His rhythm broke and he tensed, teeth gritting as his release splashed into my sheath, warming me and filling my womb.

  Groaning, he thrust a few more times, clutching me tightly. Then he went limp, collapsing on me, his body a welcome weight on me. My legs loosened from his hips, but my tail stayed wrapped around his thigh. Warm breath feathered against my neck where his face was buried in my hair.

  Max

  Struggling to breathe, I propped my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush Layalla. She panted beneath me; her hands drifting lightly down my sides. The twist of her tail around my thigh was a welcome feeling. It felt right; like it belonged right there, always. A soft humming sound reached my ears as my breathing subsided. Layalla chuckled tiredly. I raised my head to look at her.

  “Hello my mate,” she whispered, caressing my cheek. The purring noise was coming from her.

  “I didn’t know trellians could purr,” I smiled.

  “Only during a mate bond,” she explained, smiling back.

  “Oh, I like the sound.”

  “Me too,” she said, kissing me. I kissed her back, pulling her close again. Soon, hands were everywhere. H
er hands, my hands, I couldn’t tell whose was whose, I just felt hands on her, and on me. Her tail stayed tight around my thigh as we kissed and petted each other. Just as I felt myself growing hard again, she pushed me away. I sat back, panting and confused.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked as she rolled onto her knees. She grinned, dropping to her elbows and presented that beautiful ass again, tail waving enticingly.

  “I am ready, Max,” she teased, smiling coyly over her shoulder at me.

  “Oh, shit yeah,” I breathed, smoothing my hands over her hips. That sexy tail wrapped up my arm and curled around my back. With a groan I pulled her back, sinking into her heat once more.

  9

  Max

  “Daddy! Daddy, wake up! It’s Christmas! Wake up!” Molly yelled, pounding on the door. Thank God I’d thought to lock it before I passed out. Layalla and I lay in a tangle of naked limbs, barely covered by bedding that hung half off the bed in a heap.

  “Okay, okay, I’m up,” I called back. Her little feet pounded down the hall to the sitting room to wait. Layalla murmured sleepily, rolling towards me to drape her arms around my middle for a snuggle. I smiled at the feel of the little alien in my arms. It felt good to have someone there again, but I knew it wasn’t just anyone, it was her. I ran my fingers through her silky hair. She made a small hum of sound and blinked up at me.

  “Morning, beautiful,” I said quietly.

  “Good rising, my mate,” she replied contentedly.

  “Molly’s up and eager to start the day. Should we join her before she comes looking for us?” I asked, kissing her forehead.

  “She will be happy to see me?” She asked, brow furrowing in a little worried crinkle. I kissed it away.

  “A little late to worry about that now,” I chuckled. She frowned and I took pity on her. “She asked if we could keep you,” I whispered, hugging her close. Her face lit up happily and she quickly pecked me on the cheek before untangling herself and heading for the bathroom to clean up. I joined her in the shower for a quick wash and some affectionate touching, but we didn’t want to take too long with Molly already waiting.

  I found a long shirt for Layalla to slip into. It hung to her knees and we both laughed at how it swallowed her up. Pulling on some sleep pants and another shirt, I lead the way to the sitting room. Molly was already sorting the presents into piles by name, not that there were very many to sort, but it was something she’d done every year since she learned to recognize names. Layalla peeked over my shoulder with a smile.

  “Daddy?” Molly said suddenly.

  “Yeah kiddo?”

  “Will Layalla be back later? I wanna give her her present,” she held up the carefully wrapped gift she’d picked out a few days ago. I grinned at the soft hitch in Layalla’s breathing; she was obviously touched by Molly’s thoughtfulness.

  “Why don’t you give it to her now?” I asked, stepping aside so she could see the blushing trellian behind me. Molly’s eyes got big and her face split in the widest smile I’d ever seen. Leaping up, she threw herself into Layalla’s arms.

  “You’re here!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Does this mean you’re staying? Are you gonna be my mommy?” Layalla’s eyes went a bit misty and she hugged Molly closer.

  “I’d like that very much youngling,” she replied, whispering into my daughter’s hair.

  “Open your present first! Open it, open it!” Molly urged, pushing the gift at her. Laughing, I herded the two of them to the couch and sat beside Layalla. Molly bounced on her heels in front of us. Carefully opening the paper, Layalla crooned in awe at the necklace inside.

  The necklace was a small red poinsettia set in silver. Molly had come across it in a human shop on the entertainment level. Surprisingly it had had several Christmas themed gifts and decorations, but no trees. Molly spent almost all the credits she’d earned working in the greenhouse on it.

  “Do you like it?” She asked timidly when Layalla simply stared at it.

  “It’s beautiful youngling, thank you,” Layalla replied breathily.

  “It’s a Christmas flower, but daddy says it’s not really a flower,” Molly explained.

  “It is perfect, little one. You must tell me why he says it is not a flower later okay?”

  “Okay.” Molly climbed up into the tiny bit of space between my new mate and I and leaned into Layalla’s shoulder with a happy sigh. Both of us shared an affectionate look over her little head and I wrapped an arm over the back of the couch to hold them both.

  “Don’t you wanna open your presents, Peanut?” I asked.

  “I’ll do it later, this is the bestest present already,” she replied blissfully.

  “Yes Max, this is indeed the best present,” Layalla agreed, tucking her arm around Molly, while her tail found its way around my ankle.

  “Finally got you to call me Max,” I teased, eyeing the little alien tree that brought everything together for the best Christmas morning I’d had in a very long time.

  Other Works By Charity Wells

  The Lion’s Prize

  A woman on the run. A werelion desperate to protect his pride. Each are drawn to the other in ways they never could have anticipated. They soon realize they may have a common enemy, a psychopath bent on destroying them both.

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  A Tiger’s Price

  She’s a weretiger with a tragic past. He’s a private investigator who may be in over his head. Their attraction to each other is explosive and undeniable. Thrown together on the trail of a kidnapper, can they solve the mystery of the missing Lycans and bring them all home?

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  About Charity Wells

  Charity Wells is a paranormal romance author making her first foray into sci fi romance. A voracious reader and lover of all genres of romance, she happily devours everything from Viking warriors to alien overlords. Her favorites though are reptilian or feline aliens, shapeshifters, and just about anything with wings and/or tails, especially prehensile. She likes strong, muscley males who can be total badasses for, and super sweeties with, their chosen mates. And biting, Charity really likes biting.

  Charity spends her days working at her local airport, squeezing in as much writing as possible, and taking care of her four minions and the cranky old wolf she married. When she has spare time, she likes to bake novelty cakes, make candy, and every once in a while, do some kind of crafty little project or another.

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  A Mother’s Night Gift

  A Ragoru Holiday Romance

  S.J. Sanders

  Wayfairer Citadel has changed much since the fall of the Huntsmen Guild, not the least of which are the social reforms that provide minimal shelter, and food for the populace. A mother and her children, once homeless. are looking forward to celebrating their first Mother’s Night in years when a Ragoru triad in need of aid stumble onto their doorstep. With the magic of the season can lonely heart comes together to make a family for which they all long?

  For all my fans who absolutely wanted another Ragoru story and who wanted to see a happy ever after for a certain momma and her little ones. May the magic of the season touch your lives every day in small and great ways.

  1

  Betani walked through the market, keeping her feet steady on the cobbled roads despite the thick layer of ice and slush coating them. She clutched her package to her chest, excitement stirring in her breast despite the necessary caution. Many positive things had come from the removal of the Huntsmen Guild from power. The Citadel seemed to bloom before her eyes with all manner of innovations in the short span since the restraints were lifted that had governed their lives for so long.

  For Betani and many others, it was the social reforms that had the most lasting impact, not the least of which was providing housing and basic welfare assistance to the homeless. As the daughter of field workers, she’d been accustomed to struggle, though i
t had reduced for a time when she married a city guard. After her husband died, leaving her with two small children, her world fell apart.

  Her life with him hadn’t been some great love match, but it had been comfortable, and they had strong friendship between them. Overall, he’d been a good man. With few men her age among their population, she’d been grateful to find a husband when so many women ended up alone outside of the occasional dalliance. She had put so much faith into her marriage, even looking away from his affairs that were common among men in the Citadel, that she’d never expected to end up alone.

  Alone, she hadn’t made enough as a seamstress to keep up with their expenses, especially not after her youngest had fallen ill and she’d sacrificed rent for medicine. Her daughter had recovered but the landlord had been a stern woman with little patience for those who came between her and her money. They’d passed each day begging for scraps, barely surviving on the streets, an easy target for the cruelties of the huntsmen and the lawless. They were one family among numerous women without a home. Men, due to their scarcity, seldom found themselves in such a position, though many sought their pleasures among the desperate women of the streets. It was only by luck and sheer determination that Betani had managed to avoid them.

  With the Citadel delivered from the huntsmen, Betani and her children had been immediately provided with a small, humble apartment in one of the poorer districts. It wasn’t much but she’d been grateful for it and the weekly stipend for her children. That didn’t mean that her life was without cares, though it was marginally improved and provided hope for a better future for her children. The problem was that the new order didn’t magically remove all the predators from the Citadel… human ones.