S. Yule - Lycan Vengeance

He urged her hips back until her cheeks cradled his hard cock. He rocked against her, and she pushed at him, brazenly begging for more. When she reached back to touch him, he guided her palms back to the wall and held her firmly in place with his hands.

“You know that if I bite you it will turn you?”

She froze when his words came close to her ear.

“I’m not telling you to scare you. I want you to know that I would never do it unless you agreed. I don’t want you to be afraid of me or unsure of what I may or may not do. I swear to you, it will never happen without your consent.”

She believed him. He had never lied to her before, and she didn’t believe he’d do so now. He wouldn’t have bothered telling her if he’d planned to change her regardless of her feelings. He tensed behind her as if waiting for her protest, but he would not get one from her.

She pushed against him again, and he groaned. “I know you would never hurt me. You’ve proved it time and again, almost at the cost of your own life, which you better never do again.”

Her words had barely left when he bit down on her shoulder hard enough to hold her still, but not break the skin. She gasped when he shifted, and his cock slid between her legs and nudged at her slick, swollen folds.

Apprehension at the size of him gripped her again, but was quickly forgotten when he reached down and circled her clit with his finger.

She cried out as tension built in her once again, and was on the brink of another orgasm, when he slipped inside her. She froze at the foreign sensation he created. He was only partway in, but stretched her to the point of pain. Yet every tiny movement sparked nerve endings to life and encouraged her inner muscles to clamp around him, greedily coaxing him deeper.

His finger circled her clit again, and she gasped as he sank another inch inside her and stilled. “Rose! I don’t want to hurt you, but it’s killing me, baby.”

She gritted her teeth and realized, at the moment, she didn’t care if it hurt the first time—she needed him inside her right now. “Just do it, Knox.”

This time when she pushed against him, he slammed his hips against her and slid home through her barrier. The pain was momentary, but the way he filled her was overwhelming. He stretched her until she thought she might tear, but his possession felt right. This was where he belonged—inside her. He hadn’t moved after breaching her virginity, and the urge to rock against him tore at her, but he held her still by the hips.

“Knox.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. Please. Move,” she begged him through clenched teeth.

He obliged and eased out of her before sliding back in, excruciatingly slow, through her wet channel before pulling out again. His breathing was heavy against her shoulder, and she ached, needed more from him.

“Please. God. I need—”

She gasped when he slammed home and started pumping into her frantically. She braced her arms against the wall and met him thrust for thrust, sobbing from the pressure that threatened to rip her apart. He plowed through her tightness again and again, her muscles clamped around him each time he withdrew, trying to bring him back inside, and within moments she shattered. She screamed out his name over and over as she quivered around him. Moments later, she was still crying out when he roared her name as his hot seed shot inside her, pulse after pulse, with his release.

When he slipped from her, she wanted to protest the loss, but he began to tenderly wash her, and she welcomed the glide of his hands over her sensitive, wet skin. When he finished, he dried and carried her to the bed, where he made love to her once again. This time was a less frantic, unhurried, thorough loving, and now she lay in his arms, head resting on his pec, body aching deliciously from his possession. She trailed her fingers over his chest, letting them tangle in the light dusting of blond hair sprinkled over his golden skin. He was a gorgeous man, and he was hers. It amazed her that she could go from hating him to loving him so quickly, but her heart, her soul had recognized that they were mates, just as he’d said.

“Are you too sore?”

“A little, but not too.” She smiled against him, loving his concern for her.

“I was too rough the first time.” He hugged her.

“No. You weren’t. You were perfect.” And he had been. “I was thinking. You remember what you did to me in our dream?”

His mouth turned up at the corner. “Hmm. Which dream?”

She sat up and playfully smacked him.

“Oh. You mean the one where you had on that sexy-as-hell blue nightie?”

“Yes.”

His eyes glowed, and she nearly stopped breathing.

“I could never forget what I did to you because I plan on doing it many, many more times.”

“Down, boy.” She pushed him back onto the bed when he reached for her. “I was thinking I’d like to try that on you.” His eyes widened, and she laughed. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

She looked down and saw that his impressive erection was standing at full attention, and she licked her lips. “I guess you wouldn’t mind after all.”

She slid down to his stomach, where she kissed his navel and followed the thin trail of hair to his cock. He tangled one hand in her hair, and she kissed the tip of his cock before giving it a tentative lick. When he growled deep in his throat, it was all the encouragement she needed. She circled him with her hand and sucked him deep down her throat. He rolled his hips up and slid even deeper.

He tasted salty and spicy. He tasted wonderfully wild, and she lapped at him as if he were a Popsicle. He guided her up and down with his hand, showing her what he liked, and she licked and sucked and stroked him until he cried out in release. He pulled her up and kissed her long and hard, the familiar tension building in her once again.

She snuggled against him and smiled knowing she’d never be alone again. He’d always be by her side, and he’d protect her with his life as she would him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“It’s perfect!” Rose spun around in the living room of the cedar-sided house.

“Are you sure you’ll be happy way out here?” Knox pulled her to him and kissed her.

She melted against him and kissed him back. “Mmmm. I’m sure. I’ll be happy anywhere as long as I’m with you. You’re my home.”

He reached for her hand, tugged it flat over his heart, and covered it with his. “You have no idea what it does to me when you say things like that.”

His whispered words shivered through her. She stood on tiptoe and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I know exactly what it does to you because it does the same thing to me.” She hugged him, and he held her hand while they stood in the living room of their new home.

The cedar house was situated on over five hundred wooded acres and was only a few hours from

Sanctuary. She and Knox had made their first visit to Sanctuary a couple weeks ago and decided they wanted to buy a place close by so they could help out. Rose was happy because Knox would no longer be out hunting rogues unless absolutely necessary. She would never try to prevent him from doing what he needed to do, but she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved to know he’d be home and safe with her.

“Lorent seems like he’s come a long way. I’m glad you saw his potential.”

“I’m glad too. I must confess that I didn’t want to give him that chance. If he’d hurt you, he wouldn’t be here now.”

Lorent, the rogue who had attacked her at Knox’s place, had indeed proved to be a good man who had been terribly misguided. She’d talked to him at Sanctuary once she’d gotten over her apprehension to do so. He was smart, and it hadn’t hurt that he’d apologized to her about twenty times. He seemed to have embraced the ancient laws and now understood the importance of protecting potential mates, as she also did.

While she’d been hesitant at first about fate handpicking certain women to be lycan mates, she couldn’t deny that fate had so far made the right choices in pairing up couples—she and Knox included. Being marked with a scent seemed a bit caveman to her, but it wasn’t something anyone had control over. Therefore, all potential mates had to be protected when found. She had to have faith that those chosen were chosen for the right reasons, compatibility reasons, reasons that would never be realized otherwise.

She and Knox were two of the most unlikely people to be paired, yet they were living proof that they worked, that they were perfect together, that they completed one another. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready to be turned, but for now, they were both content to be together. She enjoyed every moment of being with Knox, of learning everything about him, what made him happy, what made him sad, his favorite color, animal—she wanted to know it all.

“Hey, talk to me.” He framed her face and rubbed his thumb along her frowning mouth.

“It’s just, well—I don’t want you to end up resenting me if I can’t ever come to terms with you changing me.”

He tilted her chin up so she was looking into his eyes. As always, the intensity that burned in those midnight pools stole the breath from her lungs, for she knew they burned only for her.

“We’ve talked about this, and I meant every word when I said I will love you no matter what you choose.

Being with you makes me happy, whether you are human or lycan.”

“Yes, and I believe that you will always love me, but you can’t honestly tell me it wouldn’t bother you at all if I choose not to ever change.”