S. Yule - Lycan Redemption

The fingers of his right hand tangled in her hair. He urged her upward, and when she reached his cock, she wrapped her hand around the base before stroking up, then slowly back down. Not able to resist one second longer, she licked him. His flavor hit her taste buds, salty, masculine . . . Galen. She licked him again before sucking him into her mouth, then frowned when he tugged her up.

“Sorry, angel. But I’ve been fantasizing about ravishing every inch of your lovely body since last night.”

“You did ravish every inch of my body last night--well, almost every inch,” she said in frustration.

He chuckled. “Exactly. And now I want that last little part that I neglected.”

She squealed when he flipped her to her back and pinned her underneath him. She couldn’t move a muscle, but wasn’t frightened. If she protested, he’d release her in an instant, but she didn’t want freed. She liked being firmly cocooned in his warmth.

He leaned up on one elbow and traced a path over her chest, down between the cleavage of her breasts. “You look beautiful in lace,” he said quietly.

“You look beautiful in nothing,” she whispered.

“I’ll settle for handsome.”

“You can settle for handsome. I’ll settle for beautiful. You are beautiful to me.” She smiled up at him.

He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to hide the smile lifting his full lips. He nuzzled the top of one breast before gently nipping the pebbled nipple through the lace.

“Mmmm.” He fingered the front clasp of the bra. “Beautiful and practical.” He flicked the clasp open with expertise to let her breasts spill free.

He pulled one nipple into his mouth, licked it, then blew on it. Goose bumps broke over her skin, and she arched upward, begging for more. He obliged by sucking the stiff peak into his mouth once again. This time, he bit down gently, coaxing a moan from her. She dug her fingers through his hair and firmly into his scalp, careful not to claw him with her nails.

She squirmed under him, but his big body still blanketing her left her little wiggle room. She was his prisoner—a willing prisoner. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut as his lips, teeth, and mouth sweetly tormented her. She encouraged him with her fingers and gave in to the pressure as it built inside her.

He leisurely toyed with one nipple, then the other, back and forth until each touch to the sensitive tips wrung whimpers of pleasure from her throat. Just as she thought she could bear no more, he licked a path to her navel, where he rimmed it several times before moving down. He stroked his finger over the delicate lace before unsnapping the garter belts from her stockings. She moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders, where she dug the tips into hard muscle.

He sifted his fingers through the short, neat curls on her mound before spreading her wide with his thumbs. She gasped. A heady sense of excitement, mixed with a hint of embarrassment, flooded her at being completely exposed to him.

He gave her one long, excruciatingly slow lick along her slickened folds and growled.

Galen had never tasted anything as sweet, as delicious as Myka. How he’d lived countless years without her, he’d never know. What was certain was that he would not endure one single moment of his future without her. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive clit, and she quivered under him, her reaction both satisfying and igniting. How could he make her understand that watching her come undone underneath him, witnessing her responses to his touch, his kisses, was as gratifying to him as his own release? Maybe more so.

Nothing could bring him more joy than seeing Myka come alive under him. The fact that he, and he alone, could bring her such pleasure was humbling, but also gave him a serious ego stroking. Not the type of ego that cued assholishness, but the kind that could randomly bring a smile to his lips, the kind that put a little more swagger in his step because his woman was pleased.

He hoped he did the same for her confidence because she had the ability to make him tremble with her gifted mouth and hands. No woman had ever taken him to the level of pleasure that Myka could. When they were together, everyone ceased to exist. When they made love, they became one. They resided on a plateau of love-and-passion-induced gratification that nothing could touch.

He slid each silk stocking down, following with a trail of kisses over the exposed flesh. After, he pulled the garter belt off, and she was finally completely nude. Damn but she was achingly gorgeous. He gripped her thighs firmly and pushed them wider, baring every inch of her glistening folds to his hungry eyes. He wedged his shoulders between her knees to keep her exposed, then spread her silken lips wide once again with his thumbs. He nearly forgot how to breathe at the beauty of her, but her pleading whimpers and nails digging into his shoulders spurred him back into action.

“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered before dipping his head to feast on her.

Her pleas quickly turned to sobs as he stoked her higher, closer to her orgasm, with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He slid two fingers inside her and nearly came when her muscles clamped hard around him. She was tight and so wet for him. He inched deeper and spread his fingers a little at a time, readying her for his cock. He swirled his tongue over her clit, and her body yielded to his fingers.

“Galen! Please!”

He ignored her pleas, urging her closer to her release. Each time her muscles clenched, he’d retreat and allow her a few seconds to recover before thrusting back home. She was close, and he wanted nothing more than to tumble her over the cliff and watch her soar. But he wanted to be inside her even more when she shattered. Wanted to watch her lovely face as she came. Watch her orgasm take hold and bliss wash over her features.

He reared up, and she gave a low, keening cry that called to his heart. He understood what she needed, understood the urgency she felt, as he felt it too. She readily opened her legs wide, welcoming him as he nestled his hips between her thighs. When his cock nudged at her opening, they both groaned. She reached down and curled her small hand around him, guiding him inside where he belonged, where they both craved him to be.

She dug her heels high into the backs of his thighs and arched her hips up to accept him. He stilled and stared down at her, framing her face with his hands. Her passion-glazed blue-violet eyes slowly opened.

“I need you,” she said huskily.

“I need you too, angel. I just wanted to see those beautiful eyes while I make love to you.” He kissed her.

When she strained toward him, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She linked her fingers behind his neck and fervently kissed him back. He leaned up on his forearms, she clutched at his biceps for purchase, and when her eyes rested on him once again, he thrust home. She cried out, and he growled in answer.

“I thought it was a curse when I found you, angel,” he grunted as he thrust home again.

“Wh-Why?” she gasped as he continued to pound his hips against her.

“I had been on the run. I knew if I stayed, I could possibly be putting you in danger. That’s why I was determined to leave. I needed to get things straightened out before I could come back for you.”

“We could have worked it out together if you had confided in me.” He slammed into her again. “Ah! That feels amazing.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you what I was. I was afraid you’d think I was a monster. I was afraid you’d reject me. Then there was Patrick. I had planned to go, but Patrick got the fever, and I didn’t want to leave you while you were distressed. After that, it was too late. My pursuers caught up with me.”