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All his honor, undone by the scent of her heat.

He's promised to the shahra. One step away from becoming a royal guard. So he’s forbidden to take a mate.

Then he scents the human female.

He's only supposed to keep her safe.

But she goes into heat. Her scent fills his senses and makes him purr.

He longs to taste her.

Bite her.

Claim her.

Now he has to choose: pursue his lifelong dream, or give in to temptation and claim his mate!

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And now for the story...

🎄 All I Want for Christmas is Everything🎄

Content warnings: Catching a cheater, respectful stalking, alien NSFW scenes

Missed an episode? The entire story will be available to download as an ebook in my Facebook Reader Group on December 25.

EPISODE #

12

Epilogue

Ivy bounced on her toes, stealing glances out the front window of the bakery as she counted out the register and wiped down the counter. Tairon was due any minute, and she couldn’t wait to show him what she’d been working on in secret.

In the three months since she and Tairon spent Christmas in the cabin, so much had changed. She’d officially moved into the hive, for one. Tairon and a couple of his friends had helped her pack her things and vacate the place she’d shared with James in record time. Maybe it was the three Draak standing behind her when she offered her proposal for splitting their joint belongings, or maybe it was Chelsea scowling at him from the kitchen table with his grandmother’s diamond on her finger, but James had agreed easily to everything she asked for.

“No hard feelings, right, Ive?” he’d said, offering his hand to shake. “We had something good while it lasted.”

She shook it, because really, she didn’t have hard feelings. He was right. Once upon a time, they’d had something. It just wasn’t everything. Now that she knew what that felt like, she couldn’t regret the past. Not when it’d brought her to her happily-ever-after.

After a few weeks of maintaining a separate loft apartment at the hive but spending every night in her Draakish lover’s bed with his tail curled possessively around her ankle, Ivy’d given up the farce and moved permanently into Tairon’s apartment. His utter delight at sharing his space with her was adorable, and for the first week they lived together, he had followed her around constantly, literally taking notes on her. It was cute…until she caught him in the bathroom measuring her floss and writing down the amount she’d used.

“What are you doing?” she’d yelped.

He cleared his throat, looking appropriately embarrassed as he put the unused spool back in the medicine cabinet. “I didn’t get to observe certain, uh, habits before, so I’m playing catch-up. I can’t explain why, but it satisfies something in me to know these details. Every new thing I learn about you makes you a little more mine, somehow. Is it too weird for you? I can stop if it’s scaring you off.”

“Your instincts aren’t weird,” she said instantly, crossing the tiled floor to give him a reassuring hug and peck on the cheek. “And it doesn’t scare me. I’m just feeling a tiny bit…I don’t know, scrutinized. I like that you pay attention to me and care about my preferences so much, but maybe we can draw the line at the bathroom door?”

He gave a relieved laugh, pulling her into his chest. “Totally reasonable. Thanks for being so understanding of my Draakishness.”

“I love your Draakishness,” she said quietly.

She really did. In fact, she probably enjoyed learning all his quirks as much as he enjoyed learning hers. For example, he called closets “hoard rooms,” which made her giggle every time she put laundry away, thinking of it as her hoard of socks and clean undies. He lit a candle with a puff of his breath before he ate, saying short prayers to his gods, even for snacks. Yes, the man prayed over his corn chips! And his fascination with tasting every part of her every day, even between her toes? She was definitely not going to interfere with his Draakishness.

That was the first time he’d told her he loved her, right there in front of the bathroom sink. Then he’d scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom to demonstrate yet another thing his long, forked tongue could do. She hadn’t quite caught up to him emotionally at that point, so she hadn’t said it back, but now?

Now she was definitely, completely, one hundred percent there. She loved him. Loved living with him, knowing him, fucking him, belonging to him—she loved it all. She’d even let him measure her floss if that’s what he needed. Her love for him was boundless and boundaryless, and she couldn’t wait to tell him when he picked her up from work.

The familiar sound of his bike’s engine caught her ear, and she hurried to finish the last few tasks before she was done for the day. Then she grabbed the surprise and set it on one of the tables just as Tairon’s figure emerged outside. She opened the door for him, and he swept her up in a huge hug, like they’d been apart days or weeks and not merely hours.

“Ready to go?” he asked, lacing his fingers with hers.

“Almost. I want to show you something first. I’ve been working on a new recipe. Come here and see.” Ivy tugged him over to the table and bit her lip, waiting for his reaction to what she’d made.

“Everything bagels, huh?” He grinned at her. “Brings back the memories, that’s for sure.”

She nudged the plate toward him, the delicious scent of sesame, caraway, onion flakes, and poppyseeds on the still-warm bagels wafting up from it. “They’re gluten-free. I think I got them perfect, Tairon. Nobody would ever guess they weren’t conventional flour. It only took me like forty batches.” She giggled, giddy with success.

He raised one brow as he picked up a bagel from the plate. “I didn’t know you were working on this.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” She held her breath, watching his face as he took his first bite. His lids fell shut, and he groaned, the deep rasp sending a flutter of anticipatory pleasure straight to her core. “You like it? I added caraway seeds to the everything seasoning to match your scent and baked them off in the wood-fired oven using apple logs, so they’re kind of like our love story in one bready bite. One that you actually get to eat instead of giving to the news stand guy.”

 “So fucking good,” he said, following his first taste with another bite. “I could eat these every day.”

“I’ll make you more,” she said, smiling. “A lot more, actually. I’m hoping to expand the bakery’s gluten-free offerings to draw in more Draak customers. My boss is totally supportive and is giving me shares in the business in exchange for recipe development, can you believe it?!”

“Really?!” Tairon’s face lit up, and he picked her up and spun her around until her feet flew off the floor. “Congratulations, beautiful! That’s another step toward your dream! Amazing. I’m so proud of you!” He kissed her, tasting of everything, before sitting down at the table, keeping her in his lap. He grabbed a second bagel. “I better eat this now. Once we get back to the hive, these things are going to vanish as soon as you walk through the door.”

“Eat all of them if you want. I made them for you. I used my gift to mix up the dough,” she added, touching the treasure in her apron pocket. He squeezed her, murmuring his enjoyment as he ate. It was so gratifying to feed him, especially after all he’d done to feed her spirit over the last few months. It was time to tell him the depth of her feelings.

Ivy slid off his lap to stand between his knees. “It adds a little something extra when baking is done with love, don’t you think? And I have so much love for you, Tairon. Enough to bake a lot of bagels. A whole bakery full.”

He tipped his face up, eyes glowing, fingers digging into her hips. “You love me?”

“Close your eyes,” she said, as she reached to cradle his face in her hands. He did as she asked, and she brushed a soft kiss on his left lid. “I see you, Tairon.” His right lid. “I love you.” The center of his forehead. “You are everything to me.”

The end ❤️❤️

Happy Holidays!

I hope you enjoyed Ivy and Tairon's sweet, obsessive love story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This project was pure indulgence for me. I didn't even have on my writing schedule, but once their story popped into my head, it wouldn't leave me alone.

If you'd like a copy of "All I Want for Christmas is Everything" in one ebook, you can download it from the link posted in my Facebook Reader Group today. I hope to see you there.

Lots of love,

Sara

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