Lydia Dare - A Certain Wolfish Charm

Simon wrapped one arm around Lily's waist and used the other to press her shoulders toward the ground. She extended her arms to hold herself up and looked over her shoulder at him.

Her auburn hair clung to her back like wet ropes. He brushed it to the side, exposing the arch of her spine. The soft rain that fell left droplets of water on her skin.

Control. He needed control.

Simon allowed himself the pleasure of licking a path

up her spine, his tongue lapping at the drops of water until he reached her neck.

"I am yours," she whispered. "Know that it's me who takes you, Simon." She repeated the words he'd said to her their first time together.

"No one else, Lily," he growled before thrusting inside her. Her heat enveloped him as he pushed further. She gasped with undisguised pleasure.

The beast hovered just below the surface. The beast wanted to dominate her. Simon raked her back with his fingernails, hard enough to leave shallow red scratches down her tender white skin. He looked down in horror. What had he done?

"Again," she panted. "Do it again," she begged as she backed up against him and rocked forward. The heat of her slid down his length. She took him farther than ever before.

Simon's nails raked a new path down her back as he slammed into her.

"More," she said. The beast reared and fought. Simon bent low, pressing his chest to her back. One of his hands slipped into her hair and wound a knot around his fist. He tugged until her head was forced to turn. He breathed against her ear.

"It's

me

who takes

you

," he said, just before his teeth punctured the tender skin of her shoulder.

She erupted around him. He stopped to cry out at the sensation of her clamping around his length.

He wailed.

He howled.

He followed her.

***

Lily sank to the ground under Simon's weight. He pressed her into the cold, soft earth. He slipped from her body within seconds, and she immediately felt the loss.

His hands brushed the hair away from her face. "Are you all right?"

Too weak to do more than nod, she slowly inclined her head. "Better," she murmured. And she was. She was better than ever before. She was Simon's wife. She was his partner. She was his Lycan mate.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice quavering slightly.

"Not a bit," she assured him.

"I'm sorry I marked you." He reached to touch the small wound on her shoulder.

"I'm not." She smiled.

Simon rolled her over and looked into her eyes. "You're sure you're all right?"

"I'm not fragile, Simon." She cupped his face in her hand.

Simon slid an arm beneath her knees and one under her shoulders and hoisted her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly to him. Would he disappear if she let him go? Would he walk into the shadows and leave her?

"I'll not leave you again," he said, as though he read her mind. "If you'll have me, all of me, I'll share my Lycan life with you."

"Do I have to wait a whole month to be able to do that again?" she asked, unable to withhold the laughter that erupted at the look on his face.

Simon carried her through the garden, into the house, up the stairs, and into their bedroom, both of them completely naked. He placed her gently on the bed.

"What's this?" she asked, as she saw a note on her pillow, with a tin of salve and a small towel. "For the shoulder," she read aloud. "Love, Alice."

"That's my mother for you," Simon sighed. "I love her, but she really should mind her own matters."

"Why did you fight it, Simon?" She had to know.

"I was afraid."

"That I wouldn't love you?"

"That I would never love myself." He shrugged then joined her on the bed.

"I love you enough for both of us." She kissed his jaw.

"A Lycan cannot be embraced by another until he embraces the wildness within himself." He repeated the words at the front of his father's book.

"Who wrote that?"

"Daniel." He twirled a lock of her hair absently around his finger.

"Daniel?"

Simon just nodded and swallowed hard. "He wrote it when he realized what he'd done, how he'd ruined his chance for a happy life with Emma."

"What do you mean?"

"He never embraced it. He never fully accepted that he was a Lycan. He dabbled at it, much like I did. He ran to hide every time the moon was full.

"By the time he took Emma, there was too much anger, too much despair. Then he hated himself. Every time she looked at him, she cringed. I didn't want that. I didn't want you to be disgusted by me."

"I'm not."

"And that, my dear, is the only thing that saved you." He chuckled.

"Oh, so the big, bad wolf would have hurt me, would he?" She laughed as she sat up and pushed him onto his back. Then straddled his hips.

"This big, bad wolf has officially been tamed," Simon said as he raised his hands above his head and relaxed.

"I actually liked my beastly husband." She pretended to pout. "He has a certain wolfish charm." He sat up quickly, captured her in a tight embrace, and reversed their positions, so that he was over her.

He growled, "Then you, love, may have all of this beast you can stand."

Lily adjusted for him as he settled between her thighs. "I would accept nothing less."

Epilogue

Thoroughly amused, Simon watched Lily rush around her bedchamber in a frenzy. She was looking behind tables and under the mattress, completely unaware of his presence in the doorway.

She blew a stray auburn curl from her face and then took a deep sigh as she planted her hands on her hips.

"You do know we have servants to clean the house," he said, making her jump at least a foot in the air.

"Oh!" Lily spun around to face him. "Don't do that. You nearly scared me to death."

Simon couldn't help but chuckle. "Love, you've married a wolf. You don't scare all that easily." A light blush stained her cheeks, and Simon was certain he'd never tire of the sight. "What are you looking for?"

Lily flopped down on her bed and frowned. "My father's pocket watch. I know it arrived with the rest of my things from Maberley Hall, but I can't find it anywhere."

Simon crossed the floor and stood before her. "Your father's pocket watch?"

She nodded and wiped a tear from her cheek.

Simon took her hands in his and pulled her up from the bed. "This doesn't have anything to do with Oliver leaving, does it?"

The coach was waiting to take the three of them to Harrow, and Oliver was below stairs pacing the parlor, as he was anxious to leave.

Lily frowned at him. "I'd wanted to give it to him before we left. It's the only thing my father had of value, and I thought it would make a good goingaway gift. Something for him to remember me by."

Simon touched her cheek. "Ah, love, there's no boy more devoted to his mother than Oliver is to you. He doesn't need a pocket watch to remember you."

She sniffed back another tear. "Do you think he's ready for this? We could wait another year," she added hopefully.

Simon kissed her forehead. "You can't stop him from growing up any easier than I can stop the moon's cycles. It's all part of life. And he'll be fine. He's anxious to see Leo Schofield again."

At this Lily brightened. "He'll keep an eye on Oliver?"

"He promised to do so," Simon told her.

Someone coughed in the doorway, and Simon could have kicked himself for not shutting the door. He looked over his shoulder to find Billings holding a letter. "Your Grace."

"What is it?" Simon asked, stepping toward his butler to take the letter.

Will's seal. It had nearly been a month. Simon tore it open.

Dear Simon,

I trust you are well at Westfield Hall. You may be

interested to know that I have located Benjamin. Please