Happy Middle of the week to you folks. Can you believe we're just four days away from Christmas Day? Keeping in the spirit of the season I'm taking today's tease from my FREE christmas read A Mutt in Disguise. Enjoy, and have a wonderful Christmas, won't you, peeps.
As ever big thanks to Angelica Dawson who hosts the tease every week :-)
To set the scene, Mut has escorted Anja home, and well, you'll see...
The warmth of Anja's flat settled over him like a soothing blanket the minute he followed her into her home, and he barely managed to suppress a groan. Her scent was everywhere, and his wolf yipped his excitement.
"Shh, no one can know you're here. You're gonna get us both into trouble."
Anja laughed, and he followed her down the hallway and into the kitchen. She filled a bowl with water for him, which he drank from with a grateful yip.
"I need to get out of this damn dress."
Despite the water he had just drunk, his throat went dry when she wiggled out of her dress until she stood in front of him in just her underwear. Surprisingly racy underwear. It seemed little Anja had a wild side if the lacy, see-through, red, barely there lingerie was anything to go by. Slight she may be, but she had curves in all the right places, and he ground his teeth together when she unhooked her bra and her breasts fell free. They would fit right into his hands, the dusky-rose of her perfectly formed areolae a beacon to the little nipples just begging for his touch. He dropped down on his belly to hide his body's reaction and rested his head on his paws, feigning a nonchalance he was far from feeling. She would be appalled at his wayward thoughts, but he let his eyes roam freely over her almost naked body, ignoring his wolf's smug expression.
"Ah, that's better. Only so much scaffolding this girl can take for a day." She smiled at him, then turned and bent over to pick her discarded bra off the floor.
Ethan dug his claws into the kitchen floor to stop himself from shifting at the enticing view of her ass cheeks in front of him, separated by the thin strip of her thong. She might sleep better for having him in the flat, but this night would prove an exercise in torture for him. He should have left her at the doorstep, and not let the wobble in her voice convince him to offer the comfort she so clearly needed. But this little human raised all of his protective instincts, damn it, and plenty of other things besides.
He breathed a sigh of relief when she slipped into a flannel dressing gown. Not that it proved much better, because the flashes of bare skin he could see when she moved were enough to send his libido into overdrive. She disappeared into the bathroom, and when she re-emerged five minutes later, smelling all fresh and adorable with her face scrubbed clean of any makeup, she looked very young and utterly edible. He followed her to the bedroom with a feeling of impending doom. Sure enough she flung her bathrobe off, and he caught another glimpse of naked flesh, before he flopped down and put his paws over his eyes with a growled groan.
"Oh, you silly dog." Anja's lighthearted giggle made him grin despite the situation and the discomfort in his groin. "Anyone would think you'd never seen a naked woman before. There, I'm all covered up. Hop up if you dare."
He risked a peep upwards, and sure enough Anja was safely ensconced under her duvet, which sure looked inviting. She yawned and snuggled under the covers and against his better judgment he allowed his wolf to take over and joined her on the bed. She smiled at him, patted the space next to her, and curled up on her side. He crawled up to her, and she buried her small hand in his fur with a sigh. He went rigid and counted backwards to distract himself from the feel and scent of her surrounding him.
"I've been such a fool, you know."
His ears pricked up at the whispered words, and his conscience stirred. He fixed his gaze on her face, and the shimmer of unshed tears in her expressive emerald eyes made his wolf whine.
She smiled and tickled his ears. "I can tell you, because I know you won't judge me. But I knew deep down that Declan was a shit. I think I've always known, but I was lonely, and he can be so very persuasive. And Gran was so pleased when he expressed an interest. You see, Mum and her fell out big time when Mum married Dad. Mum was supposed to marry into money, but instead she fell for Dad, a penniless bus driver. Gran disinherited her. The only contact they had was through me, and I guess..." Her words faltered, and he laid his head on her tummy, silently imploring her to carry on. She seemed to take strength from the simple contact and swiped the tear rolling down her cheek away. "Anyway, Gran was always good to me, and I loved her dearly, and I guess I always thought that she and Mum would reconcile one day, and if my making a suitable match helped that, then so much the better. And I did like Declan."
Ethan snorted his disgust, and she smiled.
"Yeah, guess you had his number straight away, huh. It was a stupid plan, really. All I wanted was to find someone who loved me as much as Dad loves Mum. They're still happy, even after almost thirty years of marriage."
She stroked his fur absentmindedly and stared into the distance with such longing on her face, Ethan's chest felt suspiciously tight. Love didn't exist, he knew that. Everyone had an agenda, everyone. You just had to find it. The vulnerability she showed him now was just an act. It had to be. Though humans tended to open up to Mutt in a way they never would to him. It had stood him in good stead in his
business dealings, but this wasn't business, this was ... fuck it, what was it exactly?
He growled, and Anja jumped. She threw him a worried glance and then resumed stroking his fur.
"Typical male of the species, aren't you? Mention marriage and you balk." She smiled at the shake of his head. He had nothing against marriage, just as long as it didn't involve him.
"Well, unless you're Declan of course. When Gran died, and left me a fortune in a trust fund, he couldn't ask me to get married fast enough. Got all uppity when I said I wasn't sure and what's the rush. And I don’t want the damn money. I don't."
Her hands tightened in his fur, and he whined his discomfort. She released him immediately with a murmured, "Sorry, I just get so cross. I have enough to live on. I don't need any damn trust fund, and I certainly don't need any gold-digging men sniffing round my knickers because of it. And I realize that's all Declan ever was. I was a means to get to my gran, and once she passed on, I was his meal ticket."
Ethan had to agree with that assessment. In fact, Declan had gambling debts a mile long, as Ethan had found when he'd checked the man out. He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd felt the need to do so, but once he'd heard through the grapevine that Declan was soon to come into money, and he'd learned of the weasel's connection to Anja, he simply had to find out. It was simple gratitude, that was all. She had taken him in after all, and had proven to be a tower of strength to Mary. It didn't mean he was developing feelings for the little human. The whole idea was preposterous. He grumbled his annoyance, and Anja yawned again.
"Anyway, I know what I'm going to do with that money. I'm going to give it to Mary for Christmas. It should help to keep the shelter open for another few months at least. And if we get some sponsors tomorrow, then we won’t have to worry for a while. So, you better be on your best behavior, Mutt. No growling and jumping at folks like you did today."
She yawned again and snuggled deeper into the covers. Ethan allowed himself to roll with her until his head rested on her hip and her even breathing told him she had gone to sleep.
Love knows no boundaries—or does it?
When Anja is abandoned by her nightmare of a so-called boyfriend, she relies on Mutt to escort her safely home from the homeless shelter she volunteers at. Her canine friend proves to be an excellent listener. If only she could keep the wolf-like dog, but confining him to be a mere pet would be downright cruel.
When she wakes up on her own, after a night full of erotic dreams, Anja doubts her sanity. Dogs don’t change into sexy hunks…
Ethan knows he should keep his distance, especially after the night they shared. Humans can’t be trusted, but Anja smashes through all of his emotional defenses, and his wolf scents his mate.
However, Ethan is in disguise for a reason, and he needs to see this through. Will Anja accept the man he truly is, as easily as she did Mutt?
Be Warned: spanking
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