Christmas Delights 3 by Valynda King Kay Berrisford RJ Scott Page A

settled beside his mate,
close enough they touched chest to toe but not so close he put any weight on
Farro.
    “You can lie on me. I won’t break,” Farro teased.
    “No, but I prefer my mate breathing. You might be a big bad
shifter but we are about the same size.” Kylen dragged his tongue across
Farro’s nipple, inwardly grinning when Farro sucked in a breath.
    “Keep that up and it won’t take long for me to shoot.”
    “I’m sure you can get it up again.” The shifter’s rebound
was amazing.
    “Hmm, true, but I’ve got a bunch of packages to wrap.”
    “Take it easy, Santa. I’ll just relax you a bit, and then we
can get everything ready together. If there isn’t really some creepy elf coming
down the chimney I’ll come and help, otherwise I’m going to get my sword.”
    Farro’s chest shook from laughter. “Gonna off Santa?”
    “Mm hmm, got to protect my family.”
    Farro stopped laughing. He cupped Kylen’s cheek and slid his
thumb across Kylen’s lips. “I love you, mate. Even if you are afraid of Santa.”
    Kylen didn’t bother correcting him. He feared a lot of
things. He worried about mutants taking over both worlds, about Sammy growing
up lonely, and he worried about Farro hating living among the fae. “I’ll do
anything to keep you happy, even lie about a fat elf.”
    Farro’s smile brightened Kylen’s day. “Now that’s true
love.”
    Kylen nodded. “Yes it is.”
    Farro rolled them over, then kissed Kylen. “Merry Christmas,
mate.”
    “It is a Merry Christmas.” Kylen clutched Farro close to his
heart and knew was lucky to be closing out the year with the people he loved.
     
     
    THE END
     

Amber Kell
    Amber Kell has been dreaming of
stories for as long as she could remember, or use as an excuse for slacking
off. Her first love is paranormal writing but occasionally her gorgeous men dip
a toe in the every day. She lives in Seattle with her husband, two boys, three
cats, and one completely stupid but lovable dog. I remember sitting there
staring at my email, completely in shock that other people were  interested in
reading about the odd things that wander through my mind.
     
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Mistletoe and YouTube,
Francis Gideon
     
    After exams finish for Matt and Aiden, there isn’t a lot
left to do but watch Christmas YouTube videos and find new ways to kiss under
the mistletoe.
     
    Edited by Tracy George
    Proofed by Alison Klinkhammer & Margaret Gaines

"Hey," Aiden calls.
    He sits at his computer as Matt stands in the kitchen,
making a snack of some kind. Kitchen is too nice of a word, really; it's more
like the corner of the single dorm room that has the microwave, coffeemaker,
and mini-fridge. Aiden is at his “office,” which is really a desk by the window
all the way across the tiny dorm. The “bedroom” is in the middle of the room
and consists of a long single bed stretching out from the adjacent wall and
creating a divide down the center.
    The two of them have just finished their winter exams and
are about to start their end of term celebration before they are separated yet
again by Christmas holidays and family obligations. The microwave's beep drowns
out Aiden's initial call. He sighs, and should know better by now than to try
and get his boyfriend's attention when he is making food.
    "Hey," he calls again when Matt sits on the bed,
which is now being used as the couch.
    "Mmm hmm?" Matt answers, shoving half of a burrito
in his mouth without blinking. Having just finished a biology final without
eating dinner, Matt’s a little more than starving and willing to compromise his
gentlemanly image in front of his boyfriend momentarily.
    Aiden shifts anxiously in his chair, waiting for Matt's full
attention. He's wanted to show Matt this all day, but he was occupied in books
about anatomy, cramming last minute for his