All I Want For Christmas Is A Werewolf (Changeling Encounters) by J. S. Scott Page A

was pacing, anxious; it hated the city and the masses of people around him. Gavin sucked in a deep breath, taking air in through his nose for the first time since entering the store. He'd tried to avoid the scent of the crowd - his sense of smell was sensitive, and some of the bodies colliding with his had clearly not practiced particularly good hygiene.
    A small, delicate hand landed on top of his; the simple touch making every hair on his body stand on end. He hissed as he inhaled a scent he thought he would never experience again.
    The fragrance of his mate.
    Gavin’s olfactory sense kicked into overdrive and he struggled desperately not to let her fragrance absorb into every pore in his body, but he failed miserably, his Changeling mating instinct too strong. Her sweet bouquet surrounded him, consumed him, within seconds.
    Dear God, not again.
    His cock swelled as the essence of her overwhelmed him, ripping away his common sense and control, leaving only animal instinct. The desire to claim his mate.
    Mine!
    His feral gaze trailed upward as his heart thundered against the wall of his chest. Her hand jerked away and he almost groaned with disappointment as he was deprived of the feel of her skin against his. Grasping the computer box, he scooped it up and put it under his arm, his eyes raking over every feature, every detail of the female who had his undivided attention.
    Beautiful!
    She was short, curvy, dressed in jeans and a sweater that was topped by a pink quilted vest. Thick glasses sat on the bridge of an adorable, button nose. Her light skin was flushed, and Gavin could feel her unease. She nervously pushed a strand of straight, silky brown hair behind her ear. Gorgeous hair that brushed her shoulders, that he wanted to reach out and touch, bury his hand into, nuzzle his face into, until all he could feel and smell was her.
    Mine!
    Gavin had to clench his fists to keep from reaching for her, from taking what belonged to him. As his gaze met hers, it was her terrified expression that stopped him . Christ! He was scaring the hell out of her . No doubt his growling and possessive expression were a bit much, even if it was Black Friday.
    "Here. You take it. It's the last one." He held out the computer like a peace offering, fighting every carnal instinct in his body to try not to frighten her.
    "Uh...no thanks. You keep it. You look like you want it more than I do."
    God, her voice was sweet, low and husky, seductive. He yearned to hear her cry out his name as he buried his pulsating cock into her body, claiming her, satisfying her.
    She turned and began to jog away. Fuck! She's afraid of me! He followed, elbowing his way through the crowd, trying not to lose sight of her curvaceous ass while he followed in her wake, sweat dripping from his brow, his heart slamming.
    Don't run. For God's sake...don't run.
    She was fast, dodging through the crowd, ducking under arms and bodies, pushing her way out of the store as though the devil were on her heels. Gavin cursed, trying to gain ground without knocking people to the floor. He was desperate, and his urgency increased twofold as she tried to get away from him. His wolf snarled, excited by the chase, wanting to track down its prey. Gavin, the man, was just as aroused. He wanted to catch her, strip her, pin her to the wall and fuck her until she begged for mercy.
    Stop. Don't run.
    Fleeing from a Changeling mate only increased his need to catch and dominate, inflamed his already out-of-control desire.
    Gavin pursued her, his hand about to grab her around the waist, when he was seized by several security guards. Irritating buzzers blasted loudly as he crossed the exit, the barrier protected with alarms.
    Shit! Noooo!
    His wolf howled, the grating noise reverberating inside Gavin’s head. He fought, trying to contain his beast, unable to determine, for one frightening moment, whether the victor would be man or canine as his hungry eyes watched the retreating backside of his