Rafir Caras, a very sexy werewolf is struggling to make his new pack work -- especially around the holiday. Alex Gibbs, his vampire lover and the newest pack member, wants a real family Christmas, tree trimming and all. Rafir's other lover, and long time pack member, Julia Deihl wants nothing to do with the winter holiday, and Rafir is afraid she doesn't want anything to do with Alex either. The distance growing between them all has become nearly insurmountable.
To make matters worse, a rival alpha shows up to challenge Rafir, Alex is surprised by an old boyfriend, and Julia's estranged parents arrive for a holiday visit that could end with her leaving Kansas City forever. The three of them are heading down a path of no return. If they can't maneuver their pasts and survive the challenge of their present, they might not have a future to salvage.
Dying for a White Christmas
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"Do not put another light up in here, Alex." Julia Deihl rolled on to her back. Her lover and pack leader, Rafir Caras, groaned and shifted his weight next to her, and the sheet covering them slid off his chest. It was a nice chest, but Julia would not be distracted. "This is not a discotheque!"
"Look," Alex said. He stood naked holding up a strand of blinkers. "I know for a fact it has been years since you've celebrated Christmas, and it's been several since I have, and now that we're... family, I think it's important we develop rituals." He looked ridiculous with the lights flashing across his pale skin. His sandy blond hair fell forward to cover his deep-set hazel green and gold eyes while his full, sensual mouth puckered in a sexy pout. The flickering light cast dancing shadows across every crease of the firmly developed muscles on his wide chest and narrow waist.
Again, Julia thought to herself, he looked ridiculous. Ridiculously good-looking.
"It's important," Alex said, breaking the spell he hadn't even known he was casting. "Besides, it's only four days until Christmas. It's not like they're going to be up forever."
Julia looked away. "No, Alex."
Rafir rolled over, placing his arm across her waist. His gaze traveled over Alex's delicious form -- slowly, and with much appreciation.
Julia noticed. Her face warmed with jealousy and a sense of shame. She hadn't any reason to be jealous, other than the fact her lover of ten years had introduced a new lover to their home and bed. Right. No reason at all. It didn't help that the new lover was only twenty-three years old, or that he was a vampire. She both hated and loved Alex's youth. There were moments when she'd been grateful for him, even.
Rafir was stronger for adding Alex to their pack. Julia knew this, even if she didn't always like what it meant. Alex was enthusiastic, filled with the exuberance of the young, though not necessarily the naivete. He hadn't wanted to become a vampire, but he hadn't been given the choice, just like Julia hadn't been given the choice to be passed around as a blood slave to vampires for a decade during her youth.
She glanced at Rafir and stroked his arm. He'd rescued her. He'd protected her. And ever since the day he'd busted into the Middle Eastern compound where her master had been visiting, she'd never dreamed of a time where she might exist without him.
Her gaze trailed the curve of Alex's shoulder, the cut of each muscle down his back, to his firm and ultimately squeezable ass as he stared wistfully out the window at the cool, crisp night. She knew his appeal. Hell, she felt the appeal, and in her own way, over the past several months with Alex, she'd grown to love him.
But he was Rafir's, not hers. The thought punched at Julia's gut. Even when they had sex together, as pack, Rafir got most of Alex's attention. Although, Julia hadn't helped the situation. She tended to spend all her attention on Rafir as well. It was safer that way. Alex preferred men, and Julia was the anti-man -- all curvy and no dick.
While Julia watched Alex, she allowed her hand to slide across Rafir's arm until it rested on his cock. He was erect. No surprise there. Watching Alex, naked and bathed in moonlight as fairy lights flickered against his thighs had left her pussy wet and aching. A noise escaped her throat as Rafir's fingers slipped through the folds of her sex. She squirmed her thighs apart to give him more room to play. She loved his sure fingers, his confident touch.
His warm breath ghosted her neck raising the small hairs at the nape. She turned her head to face him, to drink in his chocolate brown eyes. If Alex was beautiful, Rafir was godly. His muscles were tight and thick with years of military service and combat. For a lone wolf, the army had been a perfect place to hide out from the world...