S. Yule - Lycan Redemption

“Stop.” When he stilled his hips, she choked out, “No. Not that.” She arched against him, and he started the rhythm with his hips again. “We’ve been through this. Stop blaming yourself. I’ve forgiven you. I accept what happened. You need to do the same.”

“I don’t know if I can. My selfishness got you hurt.” He slowed to a lazy thrusting and rubbed his thumb over the fading bite mark on her shoulder. “I should have been man enough to walk away.”

She shoved at his chest gently, but firmly. His brows raised, but he rolled onto his back, taking her with him, careful not to break the connection of their bodies. She sat astride him and began rocking slowly back and forth.

“Galen?” She froze, as he had done earlier, until his gorgeous eyes rested upon her face. He gripped her hips and eased her up off him, then pulled her slowly back down over his impossibly hard cock. “Why can you use the dramatic pause to get your point across, but I’m not allowed to?” She smiled down at him.

“Because,” he said in a low, gravelly voice before tugging her up, then guiding her back down over him again.

“Ohhhh. That explains it.” She leaned forward and placed her palms on his chest before she got serious about riding him.

He watched as her warm skin glowed pink from making love to him, and her breasts swayed tantalizingly just out of reach of his mouth. He leaned up and gave the tip of one nipple a lick, and she bucked her hips over him so hard his eyes nearly crossed. He couldn’t hold out much longer. Each time she sank over him, each clench of her muscles around his cock sent him that much closer to exploding.

“Angel, I can’t wait much longer. Come for me.” He guided her over him faster and faster. Her breaths came in short pants, and her eyes sparkled. A fine sheen of sweat broke over his skin from the control it was taking to keep from coming.

Her body trembled, and she cried out, “So close.”

He wrapped his arms around her, flipped her to her back, reared up, and slammed into her over and over. Her calves were draped over his shoulders, the angle allowing him to go as deep as possible with each thrust. The next stroke and her muscles clamped over him like a vise. She dug her fingers into his forearms and screamed out until her cries turned hoarse. As she hit the aftershock waves of her orgasm, his release exploded from his cock. He yelled out as he pumped hot jets of seed into her body with each grind of his hips. Her dying whimpers and trembling frame told him her release had been no less devastating as his own. He rolled to his side and pulled her to him, smiling when she cuddled against his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

“There will never be words to describe what I feel when we are together,” she said quietly.

He bent to kiss her gently on the lips. “I agree. Some things just can’t be adequately explained with words.”

“I love you, Galen.”

“I love you too, Mrs. Soloman.”

Galen sat on the top step of the porch, and Myka sat between his long legs, leaning back against his chest. She had just finished talking to Patrick on the phone before they’d come outside.

“Sounds like Patrick is having a good time at Betty’s.” He lightly massaged her shoulders, and she sighed in contentment.

“Betty is great with him,” she said.

“Good thing he likes Tom as well because I see a possible future for Betty and Tom.”

“You noticed too?” She raised a brow and turned to look at him.

He smiled and nodded. “I doubt anyone else did, but they definitely have some chemistry. I can’t think of two nicer people who deserve one another.”

She shook her head and turned back to stare at the tree line past the pasture. It was almost dusk, and her skin felt as if it itched from the inside out. The sensation had started earlier and intensified with every passing hour. She trembled slightly and hoped Galen hadn’t felt it, but she should have known better. He was too attuned to her. It was nice to have someone who cared about her as Galen did. The only downside was that she could no longer hide from things.

She’d mostly faced the challenges she’d been dealt in life head-on, but occasionally she liked to procrastinate. Pretend that it wasn’t happening before dealing, so to speak. With Galen, there was no pretending something that bothered her didn’t exist. She could see many disagreements between them down the line when her stubbornness kicked in, but the makeup sex would be phenomenal.

She had no doubt his persistence about certain things would get under her skin just as much as her hardheadedness would get under his. But a good argument now and again was all a part of a healthy relationship as far as she was concerned.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be right here with you,” Galen murmured beside her ear.

She trembled again. “I know. I was thinking about how you always seem to know when something is bothering me. And how that might lead to some disagreements down the line.”

He nipped her neck, and she squealed in delight. “Never. You should never disagree with me.”

She laughed. “You have a lot to learn.”

He chuckled. “Do you really think I’d be happy with a woman who was cowed by my every demand? Who gave in and let me win every argument?”

“I sure hope not because if you would be happy with a woman like that, you picked the wrong one to marry.” She turned her head to capture his lips in a quick kiss when he swooped toward her neck again. “Actually, I was imagining how fun makeup sex would be after our disagreements.”

He growled. “Hmm. I might have to pick an argument with you very soon. Makeup sex sounds appealing.” He nuzzled her hair. “Although if the sex between us gets much better, it might kill us both.”

She started to reply, but a sharp pain shot through her stomach, and she gasped. Her breaths came in ragged pants as she tried to breathe through the inferno now burning inside her.

He pulled her back to his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around her, his mouth close to her ear. “Feel me, angel. Feel my heart beating slow and strong. Feel my steady breathing. Focus on it. Let your body mimic mine.”

She tried, but the pain was nearly unbearable. A tear slid down her cheek. “I’m going to die,” she groaned.

“You are not.” He gave her a gentle shake. “Listen to me, Myka. Listen to my voice. Focus. You can do it. Breathe deep with me.” She did as he said. “Now out. Good. Keep breathing through the pain. It will subside faster if you do.”

Soon the burning sensation had passed, but right on its heels came another pain. This one was worse. Something inside her was clawing at her organs, ripping them to shreds, trying to escape. The tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t utter a sound as the agony stole her ability to speak.

“Don’t fight it, Myka. This is the only time it will hurt like this. It’s because you have never changed. Because you haven’t fully accepted what you are yet. Welcome the wolf, angel. It is a part of you now. You don’t have to be afraid. Focus. Breathe with me.”

She tried to focus on him, on his voice, and at times it helped her find her way out of the pain. But when the pain was at its peak, she lost all ability to think straight enough to cut through the fog of the excruciating torture tearing her apart from the inside out. Her teeth ached, her fingers curled and uncurled of their own accord, and the tingling sensation grew, making her sensitive skin almost unbearable to touch. She felt herself falling toward the ground, and the last thing she remembered before the blackness claimed her was lying in Galen’s arms, staring up at the full moon that had lazily risen high in the dark sky.