**Author's Note: I wanted to do one more holiday erotica before I got back to work on my Jungle Cat Fever Series and before the year was over. I was also trying to do some more research into male stripping to help with said series ;) However, a family crisis rose up and I couldn't work on this as much as I would have liked to. So Happy Belated Christmas! I hope everyone has a happy, sexy new year!
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The mountain night air howled a lonely tune. In total contrast to the song playing on the radio:
"Just hear them sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling too... All cuddled up together for a sleigh ride together with you..."
Rainer's monstrous paws crunched through the snow. He couldn't feel the cold. His core was as hot as a summer sun. He wasn't far from the house so he could hear all the corny Christmas carols. Not that he felt much holiday cheer away from his girl, his Holly. His wolf cock bobbed in the winter air. Since the 12 days of Rutting started it barely went soft. Not even giving himself self pleasure was enough. He needed the real thing. But...
His wolf senses came alive. There was a shift in the air. A soft whoosh through the trees. An engine running. The sound like rolling thunder from a distant storm. And there were other more familiar scents. Subtle and yet Rainer's cock twitched. Roses and clean linen and notes of lavender. Holly? He had told her that he had business to complete that he needed to do in private so he had gone to his family cabin up in the mountains. Holly was suspicious. He could see it and it hurt him to lie but he was protecting her.
Rainer growled. Beneath the ghostly holiday glow of the near full moon he watched as the car whizzed down the road. These were dirt roads now laid with slush. Was the woman mad? She could crash! With lethal grace Rainer bounded for home. He knew a short cut and managed to just make it before Holly parked in the gravelly drive way.
Holly stepped out of the car, her pretty face contorted with agitation. Cheeks flushed from the cold and her pink lips pale and pouting. Even scowling she looked sexy. Her auburn hair, looking dark brown but with highlights of red flame was cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes like flashing emeralds widened temporarily in awe of the luxurious cabin. She had never been here before and Rainer was well off but she didn't know his family was too. Just another thing he wasn't being honest with her about.
Rainer went through the back, morphing back into his human form and grabbing a towel to wrap around his lean hips. He was taller than Holly who was so petite. He was sometimes afraid he was going to break her but she was more durable than she looked.
During their lovemaking she would often plead with him to go harder, faster. But then Rainer would see the bruises on her and he would feel intense remorse while his werewolf purred with pleasure at marking his mate. Lately, getting closer to the holidays, there was an increase in tension between him and Holly.
Werewolves experienced a rutting season in December known as the 12 Days of Rutting. A period where because they had so much energy stored they needed to release it within 12 days during December. No one really understood why given the lack of food but perhaps because werewolves had human sides to help provide some of the nourishment needed from food. Also having to be forced inside because of wintry weather made one's inner wolf restless.
Whatever the reason, for years this had put a strain on Rainer's past relationships. Holly... Holly had been more patient than most. She had a dark sense of humor, gorgeous though she didn't believe it, and despite being quiet in front of everyone else she lit up around him. So smart. Tough. And yet she looked so delicate. Petite like a porcelain doll. This made Rainer more afraid to lose her.
Shaking himself from his reverie he made it to the door just as Holly had her hand up ready to knock on the door. She blinked up at him then blushed. Rainer was naked except for the towel. His chest and stomach, rippling with power and covered in a fine mat of black hair had her temperature rising. He glistened with... sweat? Water? He smelled like cinnamon musk it made her mouth go dry and pussy clench with familiar longing.
"What are you doing here, Holly? Don't you know how dangerous back woods roads are?" he asked in his deep, smooth-as-whiskey voice. He sounded mad but that voice made Holly's nerves pop like champagne and her belly warm. She looked up from the grooves of his tan muscles to see his ruggedly handsome face with it's harsh lines dark with anger. And yet her stomach fluttered with butterflies and bottom tingled. The nights that came with that dominating scowl often led to Holly getting a red ass and a soaking wet pussy... No! She would not get distracted. Yet she could already feel a slight dampness gather in her panties.
"You're not even going to invite me in, Rainer?" she said crossing her arms over her chest. She barged in without waiting for his leave. That made Rainer angrier... and turned on needing to dominate the bratty vixen.
Rainer's cock twitch again. It was tenting his towel. Luckily Holly didn't bother to look down yet. When she was in a bratty mood it aroused him endlessly. His stomach rippled at the anticipation building on top of the sexual tension that threatened to snap. He held back taking deep breaths as Holly took in the luxury and heat of the cabin.
The room was filled with heat, melting the frost from Holly's bones. There was a big roaring fire place and lovely Christmas tree decorated and glowing with rainbow lights and fragile glass ornaments in the corner. A lush fur rug blanketed the floor while deer and bob cat heads hung on the walls, some bearing red silk ribbons and holly and mistletoe. It was a cozy hunting lodge straight out of an erotica.
She turned to face Rainer who looked far from amused. The man stood there unashamed, corded tan muscles bulging and covered with soft curls of black hair. He gleamed in the fire and Christmas tree, a primal god who demanded worship and conquered every female he came across. Holly licked her dry lips. Rainer growled at the action.
"Where is she?" she asked outright.
Rainer's brow deepened his scowl, his voice a barely contained roar: "Where's who, Holly?" But he had caught her meaning immediately. He crossed his arms, his biceps bulging for emphasis. A shiver raced down Holly's spine. She loved it when he went into dominant male mode.
"Don't play dumb!" she said, her body trembling with rage. "I read the emails. I know you're seeing someone behind my back!"
Rainer's brow furrowed lower, making him look more menacing. His lips lifting in a snarl. His eyes often a smoldering gold blazed with white heat. He prowled towards her like a beast on the hunt.
