S. Yule - Lycan It

The thought of Raze dying was more than she could bear, and at that moment, she’d come to realize that she never wanted to lose him, and if that meant becoming like him, so be it. To be honest, the wolf Raze shifted to was nearly as beautiful as he was in the flesh. She stopped, and he frowned at her.

“Something wrong?”

She nodded. “No. I was just wondering, since you are still naked and all .

. .” She boldly looked him up and down, then promptly blushed. “Well, I haven’t really seen you up close after, well, you know.”

He grinned, and before she could blink, a big, golden wolf stood in front of her. She gasped and kneeled. Standing, the wolf’s back nearly came to her waist. Kneeling, she was eye to eye with him. She tentatively reached out to touch the thick fur and hesitated a mere inch from it. Familiar gray eyes watched her, and she could have sworn he smiled, but wolves didn’t smile, did they?

It’s okay to touch me, Janine.

“Holy crap!” She snatched her arm back. “That really was you in my mind earlier, wasn’t it?”

Yes. We have to be able to communicate some way other than growling and howling while in wolf form.

“Oh.”

She stretched her hand toward him again, and let her fingers glide through the golden fur. It was wiry, but soft. She laughed when he nudged against her and she plopped back on her rear. She stroked him and he sat beside her. After a few moments, he shifted back to human form and stood before her with his hand outstretched.

She took it and he helped her up. “Thank you, Raze. What is it like?”

“It’s amazing. It’s like you become one with nature. You are free, and the constraints of humanity seem to disappear. The power that emanates through you is exhilarating, and it’s as if you are in sync with the world.” His eyes glowed as he tried to explain what being a wolf was like.

They made it to the cabin and stepped through the door before he firmly closed it behind them. She reached out and ran her fingers along the smooth line of his shoulder and down his chest. He groaned and leaned into her touch.

She stood on tiptoe and placed her lips against his. “Make love to me, Raze.”

She gasped as he took her to the floor right in front of the door and began tugging at her clothes. She had thought he’d take her to the bedroom, but was glad when he hadn’t, proving his need for her matched hers for him.

Once she was naked under him, he nudged her thighs wide until he could settle his hips between them. His cock bumped against her already slickened entrance, and his mouth claimed hers.

Their tongues danced, tasted, and mated, and he rocked against her. She arched her hips up off the floor, and he buried himself to the hilt with one smooth push. His strokes were bold, deep, and matched the rhythm of his tongue Her muscles clenched hard around him each time he retreated, and rejoiced when he slid back home.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked in perfect time with his thrusts. She dug her nails into his hard ass, anchoring herself for his possession. The pressure built deep inside, and she arched up and took him even deeper.

“Raze,” she panted.

“What?” His breathless answer told her in no uncertain terms that he was as affected as she by their lovemaking.

She looked up into his glowing eyes. “Change me. I want to be with you completely.”

He smiled down at her and took her mouth again. He reared back and thrust deep, and she cried out as her release exploded through her. Her muscles clamped down hard around him, and he growled as he joined her.

She could feel every rush of his hot seed as it shot from him into her womb, and could literally feel their souls intertwining. He was hers, and she was his.

Forever.

He carried her to the bed afterwards, and she lay snuggled against him.

“Why didn’t you change me?”

He gently stroked her hair. “You aren’t ready.”

He was probably right, but she was still willing to do it for him. She would have gotten used it, and she had no doubt that they’d be happy together. “Isn’t it hard for you not to change me?”

He smiled and kissed her. “Yes. My instincts scream at me to claim you, but I will never do anything that might cause you pain for my own selfish needs.”

“I love you, Raze.”

“I love you too, Janine.”

He’d sacrificed so much for her, risked his life for her, and had denied himself for her. “I’ll be ready one day. I promise.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as you love me and we are together.” He rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him.

She raised a brow. “Again already?”

He chuckled. “I think you will find me ready again already a lot where you are concerned.”

The laughter died in her throat when he arched up and slid into her. The familiar fires he stoked to life inside her burned bright, and she’d never get enough of him.

One year later . . .

Raze sat on a stool in front of the long counter in Janine’s kitchen. The smell of cupcakes floated through the air and tantalized his stomach. He loved watching Janine bake, and he smiled when she put an extra thick blob of chocolate icing on a chocolate cupcake and handed it to him. Chocolate was his favorite, although he couldn’t say he’d tasted any flavor she made that he didn’t like.

He wolfed the cake down in two bites and she laughed. “What?”

“I don’t see how you can eat like you do and still look like that.” She motioned up and down at his body with her hand.

He stood, went to her, and pulled her into a hug. “Like what?”

She swiped playfully at him. “You know like what you egotistical male you. You know very well that you look like a freaking Greek god statue.”

He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue in her mouth when she sighed. He could taste her forever and still long for more. “Then you are my goddess.”

“Please.” She smirked. “I have to finish these cupcakes up before we leave or you are going to have to explain to Brent, Anthony, Rindy, Karen and the new residents at the sanctuary why they don’t have dessert this weekend.”

He released her. “Hell no. The last time I distracted you from finishing the cupcakes, I thought they’d strangle me.”

She giggled again. “Help me get these in the boxes then so we can get going.”

The two of them had spent every week after the incident with Damon at Janine’s house so she could run the cupcake business. But on Friday afternoon, they packed up and headed for the sanctuary where they stayed until Monday morning. It was a compromise he was more than happy to make for the love of his life.

They had talked about buying some land of their own and building a cabin, but they had both decided that helping out at the sanctuary was more important at this point in time. Not to mention, Brent and Rindy kept a cabin open exclusively for them at all times, and Raze had more than enough room to run.

He helped her load a dozen boxes with chocolate, vanilla, strawberry and carrot cupcakes, all with different flavored butter cream icing. When the last box was full, he pulled her against him again. “I can’t wait until tonight.”

“Me either.” Janine kissed him.

His cock twitched as it always did at some point when Janine was around.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Yes.”

Tonight was the night he would change Janine, and even though he’d been anxious for this night, he was happy that they’d waited until she was sure she wanted to take this step with him. He loved her more than anything, and always strived to make her happy. “I love you.”