A Grey Wolves Howliday (The Grey Wolves #14) by Quinn Loftis

“Spend time with your mates,” Fane said. “I don’t know about the rest of you males, but Thursday isn’t going to cut it for me.”

Growls of agreement followed. Apparently, that was all Fane needed to say as Lucian and Peri disappeared a second later. Wadim, taking a page from Adam’s book, had thrown Zara over his shoulder, and she was laughing hysterically. “I’ve got a history lesson I’ve been wanting to teach my female,” he said as they left.

Sorin wrapped his arm around Elle and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Elle nodded as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration. Then she flashed them from the room.

Drake and Bethany were nowhere to be seen, which didn’t surprise Fane. Males were extremely protective when their mate was pregnant. He was probably growling at her to rest.

Now, only Fane and Jacquelyn remained.





Chapter 4





“On the fourth day of Christmas my werewolf gave to me four hours of hotness, three growling males, two cursing pups, and a furball in a fir tree.

Okay, so it was longer than four hours, but I didn’t want to rub it in your face or anything.” ~Jen





Jacque stared at her mate. He stood across the kitchen from her, his eyes glowing bright blue. Fane’s black hair was tousled, and he sported a feral smile. A sense of wildness emanated from him, and he was all hers. “I noticed you flashed in with Adam,” she said as he began to slowly stalk toward her. With every step he took, Jacque took a step away. “I thought you were supposed to be working with Costin.”

“Is Slate with Gavril and Rachel?” Fane asked, ignoring her comment. His eyes glowed brighter as he took a deep breath through his nose, no doubt taking in her scent, reveling in the subtle changes in her smell caused by his presence.

“He is.” She shifted on her feet, wanting to look away from the intensity of his gaze but also hoping to get lost in it.

“I’m going to give you a head start, my Luna.” Fane’s wolf rumbled in her mind.

Jacque’s eyes widened. Okay, so small talk was not on the menu for the evening. “Why would I need a head start?” she asked, poking at the hungry werewolf. Jacque was pretty sure she knew what the wolf had in mind for lunch, and it wasn’t a turkey sandwich.

His lips turned up in a wolfish grin, but it was Fane’s voice who spoke this time. “Run.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Jacque sprinted down the hall to the stairwell where she bounded up two steps at a time. When she reached their suite, she heard Fane running up the stairs. She laughed so hard she could barely turn the doorknob. She finally did, shoving it open and quickly shutting it behind her, turning the deadbolt. Jacque looked at the lock and laughed. As if something as simple as that could keep her mate away from her.

“You’re not even going to try to hide?” Fane’s voice purred in her mind.

“Maybe you’re the one who should be hiding,” she challenged. She heard the doorknob jiggle as he tried to get inside. Her heart pounded in her chest, and there was a stupid, huge grin on her face. Jacque loved that he could let all of his walls down with her and just be Fane.

“Luna, unlock the door.” His voice was gentle, but she’d known him long enough to know what he sounded like when he was growing impatient.

“Eager much,” she said, knowing his wolf senses would have no problem hearing her through the door.

“You have no idea,” he growled, which was followed by a thud. Jacque pictured him letting his forehead hit the door in his frustrated state. “I’ve been busting my butt building a sleigh that I really don’t want to build because I have a sneaky suspicion Jen has some nefarious plan to use it to get back at me and Costin because your bestie is certifiably insane. And I’ve got a male pack member who’s mate won’t let him touch her. He’s at a loss as to what to do. And, finally, I have a son who is way too selfish with my mate’s assets.”

Jacque’s mouth dropped open. She marched over to the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open. Fane grinned triumphantly.

“I knew that last one would make you open the door.” He snatched her up in his arms and kicked the door closed behind him.

“I cannot believe you just said that.” Jacque tried to sound outraged but failed because, honestly, it was hilarious.

Fane carried her to their bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She let out a yelp as she landed on her butt. In an instant, she flipped over onto her hands and knees and growled at him. Her wolf wanted to play.

Fane gave a slow sexy smile. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s eager.”

Jacque crawled across the bed to him. She rose up on her knees and ran her hands up his chest and around his neck. “Mate.” Jacque’s wolf purred.

“Mmm.” Fane groaned as she ran her tongue up his neck and around to where her wolf was planning on sinking her teeth.

“Luna,” her male said breathlessly, and it made her smile. She enjoyed knowing she was the only one who could bring this great alpha to his knees. A growl tore from his throat. He leaned forward, wrapping one arm around her back and the other around her thighs. Fane twisted her so fast that when she blinked, she was on her back with her mate staring down at her. His forearms rested on either side of her head, keeping him from crushing her. “I am yours,” he said. He ran his nose across her jawline and took a deep breath. “And you are correct. You are the only one who can bring me to my knees.” When he leaned back, a very naughty smile showed on his Adonis face. “But then, I am the only one who can get you on your back.”