S. Yule - Lycan Christmas

Another Christmas surprise for Sanctuary was finding out that Karen and Anthony were expecting. Another baby would soon be born, another generation to fight for the survival of the lycan race.

She couldn’t imagine being any happier.

“Are you ready to go back?” Lorent asked her.

“I guess.”

“I need you.”

“In that case, let’s run, because I need you too.”

They both turned and ran past Knox and Rose, hurrying to get back to Melony’s cabin—which Lorent had moved into since it was bigger than his.

When they made it back, they both shifted, and Lorent picked her up and carried her inside while she giggled. She figured it would be times like this that she wouldn’t mind so much being naked when she changed back to human form.

She pulled his head to her and kissed him, and he growled and slipped his tongue inside to taste her, but ended the kiss way too soon for her liking.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nope.” He sat her on the couch, disappeared down the hallway, and returned a few minutes later holding one hand behind his back.

She drank in the sight of his nude body. The man was big, ripped, gorgeous, hers, and she’d never get tired of looking at him. When he stopped in front of her and got down on his knees, she frowned, wondering what he was doing.

“I love you with all my heart.” He took her hand in his. “You are my mate, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He brought his other hand out from behind his back and opened it to reveal a diamond solitaire.

“A-Are you asking me to marry you?” she gasped.

He nodded.

“But, I didn’t think lycans normally got married.”

“True, it is a human tradition, but since you were once a human, I assumed you’d like to get married.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want?” He frowned.

“Of course I want to. I’m just touched that you would do this for me. It means a lot to me, Lorent.”

She didn’t have to think twice about marrying him. He was her love, her mate, her protector, the man she’d have babies with, laugh and cry with, share every aspect of her life with. Not only that, but the one definitive thing that told her he was the one for her? What other man but her true soul mate would let Puss sleep curled up to his back every night while he spooned tightly against Melony with his arms wrapped around her?

“I would do anything for you.” He smiled and slid the huge diamond on her finger.

“I would do anything for you as well.”

He scooped her up, and she chuckled, but when he placed his lips by her ear and whispered, “Prove it,” all laughter died and was replaced by the desire that only he could make her burn with. He could stoke her body into a frenzy of heated passion with a mere glance, a simple caress, a whispered word.

She pushed at him until he sat her down, and led him to the bedroom, where she guided him to sit on the edge of the mattress. As she sank to her knees between his thighs, she smiled up at him and circled his thick cock with her fingers.

“I plan to prove it. All night.”

And all rational thought was lost, replaced by hunger only for this man, when she bent her head and took him in her mouth.

The End