Shifters of Silver Peak: A Very Shifty Christmas by Georgette St. Clair Page A

leverage, her generous breasts bouncing as she worked herself up and down on his thick cock. She was vaguely aware that her hands and her shins ached with cold, and realized that Morgan must have rolled off the coat and onto the packed-snow floor of the igloo, but she could tell his moans were of sheer pleasure, not of discomfort, and she wasn’t sure she could have stopped even if she’d wanted to.
    She raised and lowered herself, moaning as he flexed his hips, thrusting to meet her. He gripped her waist, breathing hard, and she flattened her hands on his chest, enjoying the searing heat of his honed muscles making the lingering chill flee from her fingers.
    Morgan groaned helplessly. “Valerie, please… I don’t think I can hold on much longer…”
    She could see the strain in his jaw and the tendons standing out like cords in his neck. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist and his breathing was uneven, a hectic pattern of harsh gasps and shuddering exhalations.
    In response, she sat upright and threw back her head, riding him harder, drawing her tight flesh over his shaft from root to tip then driving back down, rocking her hips, sending them both flying toward release.
    As her whole being was overcome by blissful shudders that rolled and tumbled through her, Morgan arched beneath her and gave an impassioned shout as he spasmed into her tight, wet, heat. He cried out harshly again, shuddering as the sound turned into a low, helpless moan.
    Valerie collapsed against him, fighting for breath, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heart hammering beneath. Morgan growled happily and wrapped his arms around her, still half-hard inside her.
    Valerie didn’t feel cold at all. She only wondered that they hadn’t melted the igloo.

Chapter Twelve
     
    “Yes, I will have a third cup of coffee, thank you,” Valerie said to Morgan’s maid DeeDee, taking an enormous gulp. Deedee, a short, rotund wolf shifter, was a member of Morgan’s pack. She and the rest of the household staff travelled around the country with him every time he relocated.
    “You’re on your first cup,” DeeDee pointed out.
    “I’m planning ahead.” Valerie drained the last of the coffee and held out her mug. DeeDee poured in more coffee from a carafe.
    They’d gotten back an hour earlier, having fulfilled the three-day requirement. It was eleven a.m., and they were gathered in the formal dining room at Morgan’s house. There were plates of food laid out along the white lace table runner.
    Warmth had never felt so good. That and food. Forget about sex, today Valerie was fantasizing about eating an enormous dinner and five desserts, then passing out in a soft feather bed under twenty comforters.
    Boothe had declared that they’d fulfilled the requirements, and he was headed back to California to be with his family.
    Eileen had come to make sure that her friend had gotten home safely and was still in one piece. Morgan’s family members had gathered at the other end of the long table, and they were eating food served by their own servants and muttering among themselves.
    Morgan walked up to the table, tucking his cell phone into his pocket. “I just talked to the fire marshal,” he said. “They checked the cabin, and at this point it appears as if the fire may have been accidental. They have no evidence of it being intentional.”
    DeeDee handed him a cup of coffee and he sucked it down thirstily.
    “I can’t believe you slept in an igloo,” Eileen said. “What was that like?”
    “Chilly.” Valerie shook her head and gave a dramatic shudder, then drank half her coffee in one gulp. She grabbed a hot cheese Danish off a sterling silver platter. “I love you, baby,” she said to the Danish. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She glanced at Morgan, broad-shouldered and gorgeous. He was stuffing a biscuit into his mouth, gravy was dribbling down his chin, and somehow he even managed to make that