It’s never easy dealing with relatives during the holidays, but when you mix a feline coalition with a wolf pack, things get downright hairy. And that’s before adding the two missing Eagle brothers, a Lion trying to run away from home and a Hawk crankier than Scrooge or the Grinch. But coalition leader Mitchell is determined to have the best Christmas ever—even if he has to kill everybody to make them cooperate. Oh, and where is Shane and why did he leave his favorite gun behind?
Warning: this book contains a maimed tree, lots of sappiness and way too much holiday spirit.
“Hey, Cub. Why the long face?” Carson said as he came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Keegan.
Tilting his head up, Keegan gazed into the face of his mate. A Cheetah who lived to be unconventional, Carson had his eyeliner on and his dark hair sported blue streaks. His right eyebrow was pierced with a special gold ring that Keegan bought for him on their last anniversary.
Keegan, on the other hand, couldn’t be more conventional. While his hair was a speckled brown, that was only due to the fact that he was a Jaguar. Not because he was trying to be a rebel. He also favored jeans and plain t-shirts, as opposed to the all-black and chains that Carson wore.
How they ended up mates was a mystery to most of the coalition. Yet, from the moment Keegan laid eyes on his mate, he’d been a goner and he’d never wanted another man.
“I’m freaking out over this whole party,” Keegan admitted.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll be perfect. Just hire a couple go-go boys and have them dance on the bar and nobody will care about anything else.”
Keegan let out a short laugh.
“What about the guys who prefer women?”
“I didn’t think we had any of those here.”
“We better or else the felines will die out.”
“I thought Owen was working on a way to artificially inseminate the females.”
“He is and he claims to be pretty close to a breakthrough. That still doesn’t change the fact that some feline men prefer woman.”
When Carson scrunched his face in disgust, Keegan had to hold back his laughter. God, how he loved the way his mate always teased and played around. Or at least, most of the time Keegan did. The other times it annoyed the hell out of him. But that still didn’t mean he didn’t adore and live just for his mate.
“I don’t think do,” Carson argued. “I’ve been with a good number of the guys here and I can tell you they all know their way around a dick.”
Fury and a strong bite of jealousy hit Keegan and he tried to pull away from his mate’s grip. Carson, jackass that he could be, just tightened his hold. Then he had the frigging audacity to laugh before pressing a kiss to the top of Keegan’s head.
“Relax, Cub. That was way before your time. Now there’s only one guy for me and it’s you.”
Sagging in Carson’s hold, Keegan let out a soft sigh. “I know. It still doesn’t mean that I’m not bothered by it.”
Spinning Keegan around so they were looking at each other, Carson gently cupped Keegan’s face. “Would it make you feel better to know that not one of them could even come close to comparing to you?”
“Maybe,” Keegan pouted, only partly mollified.
Sharing a soft kiss that was brief but still made Keegan’s head spin,
Carson whispered, “I love you.”
“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“I know that, too.”
Looking deep into Keegan’s eyes, Carson said, “This is the part where you tell me that you love me, too.”
“Okay, I love you, even if you are a reformed man-whore.”
Leaning in, Carson began to nibble on Keegan’s neck. Damn that Cheetah, he knew that always made Keegan turn to putty.