S. Yule - Lycan Christmas

She curled her fingers in his thick hair and held him to her as he continued ravishing her breasts and nipples. The intense heat coming from his body bled through her skin, and she strained against him, reveling in the comfort his closeness gave her. He didn’t crush her, was careful to keep his weight off her, but he was still heavy enough that she felt deliciously entrapped by his bigger frame.

“Lorent.” She tugged at his hair, but his only response was a groan. “Lorent.” She tugged a bit harder, and when he looked up at her, her heart flip-flopped at the sight of him.

She didn’t think it possible, but he was even sexier with his hair tousled from her fingers and his eyes glowing. The desire that burned in the hazel depths—purely dominant, hot, predatory—alarmed and excited her. The feral way he gazed at her made her feel hunted, stalked, caught, and soon to be conquered. Surprisingly, she wasn’t afraid. The fact that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him only thrilled her.

“What, Melony?” His words were quiet, low, breathless.

“Kiss me again.”

His mouth slammed down on hers, and he stole the breath from her lungs, which she readily gave to him as she hungrily devoured his lips. No man had ever kissed her like this.

His kiss was the epitome of possession, and she never thought she’d enjoy being possessed quite this much. She would, without a shadow of a doubt, submit to this man, give him anything he asked for. But how could she feel this strongly for him already? And that simple question spurred her logical mind to steal the magic from the moment.

She stiffened, and Lorent immediately broke the kiss as if detecting the change in her.

He sat up and pulled her onto his lap once again before framing her face with his hands.

“What’s wrong?” He lightly rubbed his thumb over her cheek.

“Nothing.” She closed her eyes for a moment. “It’s just that . . .”

“Shit.” He stood, helped her up, bent to retrieve her shirt, and handed it to her. “I’m sorry. I crossed the line. I should have never touched you like that.” He stepped away from her and leaned against a tall tree, the bark crunching under his weight.

She hurriedly tugged her shirt over her head before going to him and laying a hand on his arm. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to. I just got caught up in the moment and forgot myself. Things were progressing a bit fast for me is all.”

“I’m such an ass,” he muttered.

“Look at me, Lorent.” She waited until he finally did so. “You did nothing wrong. I never meant to do any more than kiss you, but when you touched me . . .” Her voice trailed off while images of his mouth on her rushed her brain. “I lost my head. You seem to have that effect on me.”

“You seem to have that effect on me as well,” he said through tight lips. “I shouldn’t have taken things that far. I’m sorry.”

“Please stop apologizing. We were both out of control. It’s understandable. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. It doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. It doesn’t mean I didn’t like it, because I did. I don’t regret what we just did. I just want to take things a bit slower, and where we were heading was not slow.”

“No. I guess it wasn’t.” He grimaced.

She wrapped her arms around him, not expecting a response, but pleasantly surprised when he hugged her to him.

“You’re so warm,” she mumbled.

“It’s a lycan thing.”

“I like it.”

“I’m glad because I don’t think I can change it.”

“This is one of the best dreams I’ve ever had,” she said against his chest. “I wish I could dream about you every night. I like spending time with you. I’m not sorry about anything.”

“I like spending time with you as well.” He pulled back and pushed some of the stray hairs off her forehead. “I think I might have messed up your hair.”

“It was worth it,” she giggled.

“I have to go now, Melony. I’ll see you again soon. Sleep well.” He kissed her on the forehead and turned away.

She watched as he disappeared into the trees, wanting to call him back, knowing she couldn’t because she would not have the willpower to stop herself a second time from letting him make love to her.

Melony groaned and lifted her heavy lids with much effort. Her bedroom was dark, which told her it was still several hours before morning came. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, and her breasts were full and heavy.

She ran her hand over them only to find her nipples stiffened in peaks.

Damn. That was one hell of a dream. She’d never had such a vivid one before this night.

Her logical brain knew it had been a dream, but part of her felt it had been more . It was so real . She sighed.

“It couldn’t be real, you twit. Dreams aren’t real.”

Unless you were Freddy Krueger or something, and she’d never have a dream about Freddy like the one she’d just had about Lorent.

How was she going to face him tomorrow with the memories of his mouth and hands on her so fresh in her mind? She rolled over and punched the pillow, only to incite an irritated cry from Puss, which she ignored.

“It’s not a memory. It’s a dream,” she muttered to herself.

She wished it hadn’t been a dream. Lorent had actually opened up a little with her, hadn’t been as guarded as he usually was. And the way he’d kissed her, touched her? Holy hell. If he ever did touch her like that and she got even half as hot as she had in her dream, she’d explode. And now the urge to find out how his hands would feel on her for real was nearly painful. She ached for his caresses, his mouth, and wanted to make love with him. She snorted. If they were ever together for real, she doubted “making love”

would accurately describe their coming together.

Lorent would love her, but he wouldn’t be a tender, shy lover. He’d possess her, claim her, and she’d welcome his possession with open arms, with relish, with complete abandonment. Though she’d only known him a short time, her body had already decided that it wanted him. To be completely honest, her heart and mind wanted him as well, but she’d never been with a man, and she didn’t want to rush this.

How could she be so certain that Lorent was the man she wanted to make love with for the first time? She had no answer for that other than it was something she just knew. She couldn’t explain how she did. It was just one of those things that you were sure of without explanation. The question was, did Lorent want her? Even if he did, would they be allowed to explore their feelings for one another as they wished? And if they did so, where would that leave them?

It all came full circle back to the problem that she was not his mate.

Could she willingly give her heart and body to a man who may have no choice but to walk away from her for another? What if she fell in love with him? Maybe you’re already halfway there.

She punched her pillow again and decided to try to put it all from her mind for now. Whatever will be, will be, she thought to herself as she drifted back to sleep.

Lorent propped his head on his arm as he lay looking at the log beams of his bedroom ceiling. Guilt and pleasure warred inside him. He’d enjoyed the time with Melony in the dream, but how would she react when she found out that dreams between mates were almost as real as reality? Hell, how would she react when she learned she was his mate?