by Susan Bliler
His eyes drifted to where her breasts were bouncing with each thrust of his hips and he couldn’t even touch them. He knew if he did, that’d be it and he refused to come before his mate. He leaned over and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She met his thrusts now, her breathing ragged to match his own.
Pulling back from their kiss, Ryka kept her forehead pressed to his and warned, “I’m gonna…”
Wren trailed kisses down her throat and she moaned, canting her head to give him access. When his teeth found her shoulder and sunk in, Ryka’s knees jerked up and she clawed at his ribs crying out his name, “WREEEEN!” That was all he needed. Two more pumps and it felt like his balls exploded as he sunk his teeth deeper and shot his seed deep inside her. Over and over he slid into her wet heat, drawing out the aftershocks for both of them until finally his body shuddered and he lowered to her and rolled, pulling her on top of him. Still locked together, he worked to slow his breathing and just reveled in the feel of his mate’s skin against his own.
“I love you, Ryka.” He wasn’t sure why he said the words, but for some reason it felt imperative that he get them out in that moment. He felt her smile against his chest.
“And I love you, Wren Prime.” She looked up at him and he tucked his chin to meet her gaze. “I’m so damn grateful for finding you and your pack. You and the guys…”
Her voice tapered off as emotion shone in his eyes and he grinned, lifted a hand to cup her cheek.
“I know, my queen. Me too.”
She gave him a watery smile and nodded. He could feel it then, her gratitude and love. It mirrored his own.
Outside the window a howl lifted in the air and two more joined it before the roaring of lions could be heard. Ryka laughed against his chest and he hugged her tighter. His pride was complete now, his pack was whole.
THE END… ;o)
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About the Author
My pack territory is in Central Montana, between Stone Crow Estates and the North Fortress. Born and raised in an untamed location that bridges the gap between rolling prairies and majestic mountain peaks, I am born to a family that also bridges the gap between cultures. My father’s people boast a fiercely proud Scottish ancestry while my mother’s tribes descend from two savagely beautiful and unique nations (White Clay and Nakoda) that inspire my Skin Walker series.
I'm a huge fan of MMA, boxing, 30 Seconds to Mars, DMX, Nahko and Medicine for the People, and 21 Pilots (“…sometimes quiet is violent”). I also love to read because it encourages me to write. (I hate it when authors add that they love coffee and chocolate. Really? Who doesn't love coffee and chocolate?) Anyway, I love beer...kidding. I don't love beer but we are engaged in a very serious relationship. (Mom, please don't call me when you read this.)
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~A’hau.
Other Books by Susan A Bliler
Territory series:
Territory Prequel
Territory
TerrIIItory
Terr4tory
Terr5tory
Stand alone novels:
Prince of Cats
Furious
Bad Beta
Skin Walker series:
King: Skin Walkers series (Book 1)
RedKnife: Skin Walkers series (Book 2)
Conn: Skin Walkers series (Book 5)
Leto: Skin Walkers series (Book 6)
Monroe: Skin Walkers series (Book 7)
Gauge: Skin Walkers series (Book 8)
York: Skin Walkers series (Book 9)
Remy: Skin Walkers series (Book 10)
Taken: Skin Walkers series (Book 11)
Angel Lost: Skin Walkers series (Book 12)