Marisa Chenery - Roan's Fall

Ansley smiled. “It most definitely was your sword I thought about since you know how to use it so well.”

With another growl, Roan kissed Ansley until she grew pliant against him. He then urged her head on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. He knew she would still need some time to come to terms with everything that she had learned today, but he felt more than pleased that the distance she had tried to put between no longer existed. Later he would show Ansley how much he loved her. And, if she made the decision to stay a mortal, he would show her that he would stand by it and wouldn’t force her into becoming a werewolf. He had already taken one choice away from her. He wouldn’t take this one away from her too.

Ansley watched Roan cross swords with Jager down in the training area in the basement. After they had left Roxie and Beowulf’s place, they had gone back to Roan’s house, actually her house now too. She and Roan had had a long talk. He had told her everything about him, even what it was like to be a werewolf. It had helped her to be more accepting of what he had done. And it helped her to understand the whole mated business. She knew she had strong feelings for him, the strongest she had ever felt for a man, but she still didn’t know if she would call it love. She wished she could tell him she loved him in return when he told her he loved her, but Ansley wouldn’t just say the words because he wanted to hear them.

During their talk, Roan had also explained why he and his family had trained so hard to protect Roxie, the foretold one. According to Roan, Roxie was more than just special. She could do things no other werewolf could, much more than just being able to shift into a half wolf/half human form and use a spell to turn mortals into werewolves. Since she also ruled over all the packs, it made her vulnerable. If another werewolf somehow managed to get control of her, they could use Roxie as a figurehead to rule instead. Roan had also told her about Miles, Saskia’s true brother, who at one time had been trained to protect the foretold one alongside his sister. But that was before he decided to switch sides and covet the foretold one for his own.

The sound of swords clashing together brought Ansley out of her musings. She followed Roan’s movements with her eyes. Shirtless, she could easily see the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunch when he swung at Jager. Each man’s hits were controlled. Not once did they draw blood.

Soon Roan stepped back and held up his hand to Jager. “That’s enough for one day I think.”

“Are you sure?” Jager swung his sword in an arc in front of him. “I could do this all day.”

Roan nodded in Ansley’s direction where she stood off to the side. “Unlike you, I have something more important in my life than my sword.”

“Since I’m no longer wanted, I guess I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. I’ll tell the others that you and Ansley will be fooling around down here and not to disturb you.”

Roan shook his head at his brother. “Jager.”

“What? Isn’t that what you want to do?”

“Would you get the hell out of here?”

With an unrepentant smile, Jager then headed up the basement stairs leaving Roan and Ansley alone. Ansley crossed over to Roan. “You definitely were right about Jager. He says whatever he wants and doesn’t give a crap what other people think.”

“We’ve tried breaking him of that habit over the years, but I don’t think he’ll ever change.”

“Will he tell the others we’re fooling around down here?”

“Of course, but Saskia will soon set him straight. She usually does.”

“I still can’t get over the fact that Saskia is the leader of you all.”

“It wasn’t on a whim that she had been picked to be our leader. She knows how to put each and every one of us in our place. She’s also lethal with a sword. She’s the only one who can best Jager in sword practice.”

Ansley let her gaze run over the sword Roan held in his hand. “Can I?”

Roan moved to her side and put the pommel of his sword in her hand. “You got it? It’s pretty heavy.”

The way she had watched Roan swing it, Ansley didn’t think it could be all that heavy. She wrapped her hand around the pommel and nodded. “Okay, I got it.” Once Roan let go, she soon found out how wrong she had been in that thinking. The tip of the sword thumped down onto the floor. It took both her hands to lift it back up to her waist. Her arms soon started to shake with the strain of holding the heavy sword. “I think you had better take it, Roan.”

He easily took it from her and held it as if it weighed nothing. “I told you it would be heavy.”

“The way you and Jager handled them you wouldn’t think it would be that heavy.”

Roan put his arm around her shoulders and steered her toward the stairs. “I’ve had years of practice. How about I go take a shower then we can watch TV or something?”

“I guess.”

Instead of staying downstairs, Ansley followed Roan up to their room. Roan and she planned to start moving the things out of her apartment to the house the following day. She decided while he was in the shower that she would see where she could fit her dresser into the room. Most of her furniture she would have to either sell or give away to charity. Not that she cared. None of her furniture held any sentimental value. Ansley sat on the bed after Roan went into the bathroom. Since he had left the door open, she easily heard him undress before the water turned on in the shower. It didn’t take much for Ansley to picture what Roan would look standing in the shower, the water running down his naked body. His arms would flex while he ran the bar of soap all over him. Her pussy started to ache and wetness pooled between her legs as she pictured him running his big soapy hand up and down his cock as he washed it. She stood up and walked over to the bedroom door and locked it. She stripped off her clothes and let them drop to the floor. She then crossed the room to the bathroom. After revealing what he was, Roan hadn’t once tried to initiate sex. If Ansley didn’t know better, she would think he held off, afraid she would reject him. Not that she would have. They were mates and nothing would change that. She may not be able to tell him she loved him, but she could show him with her body that he meant much more than what she could say in words.

Slipping into the bathroom, Ansley walked over to the glass enclosed shower. Roan had his back toward her with his head under the running water. She pulled open the shower door and stepped inside behind him.

Roan spun around. “Ansley?”

She gave him a smile. “I hope you didn’t expect another woman to get in the shower with you.”

“I thought you were going to wait out in the bedroom for me.”

“I decided I would much rather join you.” She stepped closer and pressed her lips to his chest.

Roan moaned. “Are you sure?”

She dragged her tongue across his nipple. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

His hands fisted at his sides. “I thought maybe you would need more time to get your head around what I am.”

Ansley slid her hands down Roan’s back to his ass. She then rubbed herself against his cock, which had grown thick and hard between them. “I’m over my initial shock. And right now all I can think about is making love to you.”

As if that had been all he waited to hear, Roan threaded his fingers through her hair and took her mouth in a hard kiss. Ansley pressed closer and rubbed her taut nipples against his chest. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. She reached between them and took his hard cock in her fist. She pumped her hand up and down his length. Roan growled softly. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand and thumbed her nipple. The fingers of his other hand trailed down her body to her pussy. He found her clit and rubbed it before he pushed a finger inside her core. “You’re already wet for me.”