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offering to scrub your back.” He ran his
fingers up her spine, and enjoyed the way she trembled. “If you
can’t keep your hands off me while we’re there, it’s not my
fault.”
    “Really, babe,
we don’t have time. I had to stay late at work, and then the
supermarket was packed, and the traffic was horrendous. We’re
already late.”
    Sasha’s wolf
whined inside him, but he pasted on a smile. “Come on, then. The
sooner we go, the sooner we’re back.”
    Megan’s gaze
skittered away to the window and the brilliant sunshine
outside.
    Uh oh.
    “Do you mind if
we stay overnight? Come back Boxing Day?” she asked.
    He was on the
verge of pointing out that was two nights, but the anxious furrow
in her brow made him pause. This had to be important to her. His
last daydream of a quiet and secluded Christmas evaporated.
     

Chapter Two
    Sasha had never
seen so many cars at Megan’s home. The gravelled forecourt held at
least a dozen, with more abandoned along the driveway. “Wow. How
many people have been invited?”
    She glanced at
him, the anxious lines creasing her forehead again. “This is normal
for Christmas Eve drinks. It’ll be fun, Sasha.”
    She didn’t
sound convinced, and doubt settled in the pit of his stomach. His
wolf whined some more, and scratched at him. His animal didn’t want
to be here either. Feeling like a lamb led to slaughter, he
followed her into the house, their hands tightly linked.
    Megan had
changed into a tantalisingly short denim skirt that showed miles of
golden leg, and Sasha cheered himself up by imagining what he’d do
later. It involved kissing from her ankles to her thighs, and
then—when she asked him nicely—devouring her pussy and making her
come. Repeatedly.
    Lost in
thought, he glanced up to see her older brothers, Alex and Hugh. Or
Hellspawn, as he still thought of them. They greeted Megan with
enthusiasm, and then nodded politely to Sasha. No baiting comments
this evening. Odd. Maybe they called a truce for the holiday
season.
    It wasn’t that
he disliked her siblings. On the contrary, he respected the hell
out of them for being so protective of Megan, but at the same time,
they could be giant pains in the ass.
    “Hey, Sasha.”
Alex stood from his perch on a chiller box. “Want a cold one?”
    “Sure. Thanks.”
Sasha accepted the beer, popped the top, and took a swig. Yeah, had
to be a temporary ceasefire.
    Megan slid her
arm around his waist, and then snagged a glass of wine from a
passing waitress. “I need to go mingle for a little while. Will you
be okay here?”
    “We’ll be
fine,” said Alex, an innocent smile on his face. “Dad was looking
for you, anyway.”
    “I won’t be
long.” She gave Sasha a swift peck on the lips, and then hurried
away. Mesmerised, he watched her swaying hips, as she crossed the
vast expanse of wooden deck toward her father.
    “She’s amazing
with his constituents.” Alex gestured at Megan with his beer
bottle, and Sasha noted the care with which the other man spoke. As
though he was slightly drunk already. Alex and Hugh had spent
several evenings trying to drink Sasha under the table, and failed
miserably every time. It wasn’t a fair contest, but he’d never
admit to that. His shifter metabolism was better at processing
alcohol. That was all.
    “We’re planning
a night out,” announced Hugh. “Meggie thinks we should drink more.
Uh, do more. As a group, y’know. So we’re going clubbing.
Next weekend.”
    Sasha was only
half listening, his focus on Megan, who shook hands with a
well-dressed elderly couple. The Hellspawn were right. She could
charm the birds from the trees, and that was just one of the things
he loved about her. He had to make more of an effort to fit into
her life. Stop moping over the Welsh mountains he missed so badly,
and turn himself into the guy she needed by her side. The guy her
father would be proud to have as a future son-in-law.
    “Mighty Mike’s.
Yeah”
    Sasha snapped
his