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He was gorgeous. Around six feet, he was three inches taller than me, and his hair coiled down his shoulders like golden wheat. He had a scruff of a beard, and gorgeous green eyes that matched my own. A scar ran down one of his cheeks, thanks to a wounded lynx he treated a long time ago. With broad shoulders and a sturdy build, Killian was a wolf shifter, and he was 122 years old. We did have an age difference, given I was forty-two going on forty-three next month, but it didn’t matter to either of us and he seemed to be right around my age in his maturity and growth.
Just thinking about his naked body made me horny, and I wondered if I could manage a romp in the sheets after dinner. The headaches had put a dent in our sex life, but we did our best to work around them, and we made up for the fallow times.
I washed my hands and slapped some cold water on my face, then straightened my clothes and headed for the kitchen. As I passed back through the bedroom, I decided that this room would be my next renovation project. Killian had okayed me changing out most of the rooms in the house to suit my taste, and the bedroom was the first. The style felt ponderous, weighed down by the neutral tones he had left untouched when he moved in. I loathed beige, and I wasn’t that fond of taupe or any shade like that, either.
The smell of the chicken filled my senses as I entered the kitchen and my mouth began to salivate. Killian had brought mac ’n cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, biscuits and coleslaw for the sides, and he handed me the mac ’n cheese without a word. While I liked potatoes and gravy, mac ’n cheese was a favorite. I scooped it onto my plate.
“How did the clinic go today?”
Killian shook his head. “It was an easy day in the regular clinic, actually, except for Harcourt Moonbeam.”
I groaned. “Not him again.” I’d heard so many Harcourt stories that I felt like I knew the guy. “What did he do this time?”
“He tried to teach his parrot to play D&D. The parrot swallowed one of the dice, which got stuck in its throat. So we had to do emergency surgery on the bird.”
I’d also heard so many tales of Harcourt’s parrot that I wanted to steal the bird from him and rehome it. The man was stupid beyond belief, and the parrot was a wild child—his escapes were legendary. And he was a bird who was out for revenge whenever he felt ignored. But Killian made me promise I wouldn’t touch the feathered fiend.
“Did he survive?” I selected a thigh and a breast piece and bit into the chicken, which tasted so good that I closed my eyes to savor the flavor.
“Yeah, Damascus survived. I told Harcourt to stick to items that the parrotcan’tswallow and he seemed to think it an unusual, yet possible endeavor. Good gods, that man’s a clueless asshole. I wish I could cut him off. But none of the other vets in town will treat the bird—they’re so fed up with Harcourt. And somebody has to look after that manic ball of feathers and fluff.”
The parrot matched Harcourt’s demeanor, and that alone was reason enoughnotto kidnap the bird. Nobody else would put up with him.
“Well, at least you did your good deed for the day,” I said, spearing a biscuit with my fork. “Although I count three hours of spaying and neutering for free to be a lot more of a good deed.”
“I’d like to think it was all good, but you remember Alicia?”
“Alicia King? Who lives over on Castle Street and was here for Thanksgiving?”
“Right,” Killian said. “We had to put down Fwufnut, her 24-year-old cat today. I don’t feel like a hero for that one.”
I knew Alicia and liked the older woman. Her kids ignored her, and she lived alone and spent most of her time minding her own business. But Fwufnut had been her confidant and her best friend.
“I’ll buy some flowers tomorrow for her.” I sighed. “Oh, wait till I tell you what’s going on with Ari and Meagan.” In between bites, I told him about the home invasion and the two kids. “Looks like they’re getting a family they didn’t expect. Neither child is in school yet. And they’re both…wait, I don’t even know whattypeof Otherkin the kids are, or if they’re human. Though I doubt the latter.”
Killian blinked. “They’re going to need a lot of help. Given Ari’s parents live up in Terameth Lake, and Meagan’s family has pretty much disowned her, they don’t have a strong support system. Maybe Tarvish and I can make ourselves useful over there—whether it’s moving in bunkbeds or moving furniture around or whatever they need.”
“That would be wonderful,” I said, loving him even more. “I’ll let Ari know.” I finished my dinner and yawned. “I don’t want to go back to bed yet. I spend so much more time there than I used to and very little of it’s playtime.” I stared at my plate. “I wish I could will this crap away.”
“I know, but you can’t. It’s going to take some time for you to get used to dealing with it, so be patient with yourself. I’d suggest a drive, but we’re getting snow tonight.”
“I didn’t hear anything about snow in the forecast—” I started to say, but he shook his head.
“Mark my words, it’s going to snow overnight. Come on, let’s go watch a movie together.” He picked up the dishes and carried them over to the counter. We’d eaten in the kitchen breakfast nook. After he scraped the bones off, I stacked the plates in the dishwasher. Then we headed into the bedroom to pile on the bed with the cats and we watchedIt’s A Wonderful Life, one of Killian’s favorite movies. By the end, I was falling asleep again, and the last thing I remembered was him making sure I was covered up with the comforter, tucking me deep under the snowdrift of blankets.
CHAPTERFOUR
Iwoke to a winter wonderland. The morning light seemed so bright that I had to shade my eyes, but there wasn’t any warm sunlight streaming in. I padded over to the window overlooking the side yard not facing my old house, and I gasped.
“It snowed! You were right,” I said, staring at the thick layer of snow that coated everything. There had to be at least four inches out there. I bounded back to the bed and jumped aboard. “Wake up! Snow day!” I grabbed one of my pillows and brought it down on Killian’s head.
“What the…? What are you doing, woman?” He struggled to sit up and caught hold of the pillow, taking it out of my hand. As he dropped it on the bed again, he caught me up with his other arm and pulled me close to him. “Stop that, you unruly wench!” He maneuvered me over his knee, facing down, pulled up my nightie and administered a couple easy smacks on my butt, which only succeeded in turning me on.
I scrambled around to where I was staring into his groin and I managed to fumble open his pajama bottoms. His cock sprang up, gloriously hard and ready. He groaned as I took him in my mouth and began to create suction around his shaft, holding it tightly between my lips. With a long moan, he leaned back against the headboard, one hand behind his head while he used the other to ruffle my hair.
“Oh, that’s good,” he whispered. “Oh, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I worked him with my tongue and lips, creating such tight suction that I could feel the skin moving with my lips. He moaned again as I began to speed up the pace, bobbing and weaving, trailing the shaft with long licks. Then I pursed my lips and once again, slowly drove downward on him, tightening the suction as I gripped him with my mouth.
