Steve Arthur Christmas Novels & Stories

" Of course, you're my baby.” He smiled like a child released from grounding. "And,” I continued. "Your dick is the best I have seen, and I wouldn't want to try another.” He loosened up and pulled me into a tight hug. " I love you, Aria. I really do.” "And…I… love you too. You're squeezing me." He released me. “Oh, I'm sorry." I laughed. “It's okay." “My aunt texted earlier, are you ready?" He asked.

But tonight, exhaustion mixed with a restless heat low in her belly, making her shift uncomfortably. "Dory, still at it? The reindeer need their rest, and so do you." Santa's voice boomed from the doorway, warm and gravelly, like a hearth fire. At 50-something in appearance but timeless in spirit, Nicholas Claus filled the frame, broad-shouldered, belly rounded from centuries of cookies, his white beard trimmed neat, eyes twinkling with that knowing glint. He wasn't the jolly myth; he was real, weary from the endless rush, shoulders carrying the weight of a world's wishes.

If killer zombies didn't take my mind off Arthur, I decided that nothing would. I arrived home at two in the morning, and I realized that perhaps nothing would take my mind off my former Alpha after all. That's when Nina pointed out that I could have a few beers. After all, it seemed to work for other people. I drank a few cans and even pulled out my cello to sing. It was fun, but the ache persisted deep within my soul. My wolf told me that I was missing Arthur, and she was right. Unable to resist the pull of my inner self any longer, I searched social media once again for Arthur. I found him, with a radiant smile as he celebrated Christmas with Taylor, Anthony, Jessica, and others from his

With deepest appreciation, Excel Arthur

Stevens won't think anything further than a possible friendship. I smelled the sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies, when I turned around to meet Winter, I couldn't believe my eyes. She is stunningly beautiful. Long auburn hair and the most electric green eyes. She looked familiar. When we shook hands, a static charge shot up my hand and arm. Whenever Donna would mention her daughter, I would always feel butterflies in my stomach. As an Alpha, I never get butterflies. I never knew what those butterflies meant. Until, MATE, my wolf, Shadow, yelled while jumping up and down in pure joy. Our mate is stunning, Shadow continued. I swear his eyes were heart-shaped and popping out of his head like