Free Midnight Mistletoe (A Paranormal Romance) (Golden Pack Alphas) by Laurel Cremant Page B

pest.”
    He reached out and touched her arm, pausing her marching progression.
    “In a suicidal mood today?”
    “With you? Always. Now tell me what has you so upset.”
    Her nostrils flared and she leaned into him.
    “You. You bother me. When are you going to saddle up and find yourself a new pack to annoy?”
    “Maybe as soon as you stop running.”
    Her lips curled up in a sneer.
    “I don’t run from anyone Legrand. If I choose to not be around you it means that I see no need in spending time with arrogant pricks.”
    He stroked a hand up her waist and brushed a fingertip over one tight nipple.
    “And yet, those sensitive nipples of yours say differently every time I see you.”
    She returned the favor, running a hand down his front and cupped his hard cock.
    “And your dick seems to have the same problem,” she said, her voice almost sickly sweet.
    Their gazes held as he pinched her nipple, and she squeezed his shaft.
    “It would be a shame for you if I had to rip it off,” she whispered before wrenching away from his hold and storming away.
    He’d watched her walk away with a smile on his face. Even the threat of dismemberment hadn’t been enough for his arousal to subside. He considered each encounter with her as progress. Soon, she would admit that there was more between them than just simple attraction.
    Focusing back on the beach he narrowed his gaze a specific pink umbrella poised haphazardly in the sand.
    He touched a hand to his suit pocket, feeling at the note folded inside. Darius, had requested, that he bring Gigi home for Christmas. But even if Darius hadn’t asked him to find Gigi, Marcus would have come for her. They’d spent the last year tiptoeing around each other, and it had to stop.
    Dropping his hands down to his sides he turned from the window and strode to the door. It was time to go hunting.

Two
     
    Sunshine, rum punch and hot men.
    Hell, yeah.
    Georgia Walker smiled—a contented sigh drifting across her lips as she adjusted the thin straps of her red and white bikini top. Nothing could compare to celebrating Christmas in the Caribbean.
    There were no worries over urgent emails, emergency meetings or irate clients—and most importantly she didn’t have to worry about the pressure of being a pack alpha’s daughter or combat the suspicious looks of those who didn’t trust her hybrid birth.
    Being born to both a witch and a were came with certain privileges and drawbacks.
    On one hand she had the strength and stamina of a wolf, on the other her ability to sense when others lied, made more than one pack member wary. The fact that the usual dose of instinct and intuition shifters were normally gifted with was intensified by her mother’s shaman heritage, only seemed to make matters worse.
    Not to mention her parent’s recent penchant for matchmaking. Georgia shuddered at the thought of being paraded around a room full of wanna be alphas. Lately she could practically see thought bubbles of grandchildren floating around her mom’s head.
    So given a choice, she much preferred her current location than the week of holiday social events her mother planned every year with military precision.
    About a two hour’s drive east of Vancouver, her hometown, Golden Valley, sat nestled between tall, rolling mountains and crisp, dense green forests. She would always consider it home, but she had to admit that her current view on the beach held more than a little appeal.
    Reclining back on her lounge chair, she closed her eyes and let the warmth of the sun sink into her bones.
    The limb freezing climate of British Columbia in winter had nothing on the powder soft, sandy beaches, warm, clear-blue waters and cool breezes of Jost Van Dyke.
    She’d discovered the little island paradise a year ago while on a case and had never been so happy to stake out a cheating husband.
    Her business, a private security and detective firm, had grown a lot in the last five years, and she rarely went on cases