A sudden wave of hopelessness washed over her. What if she couldn’t reach him? It would devastate her. If she lost him through her own stubbornness, by not listening to Cyrus or allowing him to see her, she’d feel guilty for the rest of her life. In a way, it’d be as if she’d killed him, because he’d lose a big part of himself.
Her eyes filled with tears, blurring her sight, as she continued to stroke her fingers through Cyrus’ soft fur. “I’m sorry,” she said in a choked voice. “This is all my fault. I should have come to see you before now. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt if I lost you forever. I moved to Canyon Creek to start a new life and hopefully find the right man to live it with. I did, and what did I do? I walked away because of something I didn’t understand and feared. I want you to come back to me, Cyrus. Please.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks unchecked. Shyla didn’t bother to wipe them away. One landed on one of Cyrus’ front paws. He licked the moisture from his fur. Another tear fell and landed on the top of his head.
Shyla sucked in a sharp breath as Cyrus’ wolf’s body blurred. The man took its place. He sat beside her naked and very much aroused. She threw herself against him and held him tight as if her arms would keep him from shifting again.
She kissed him hard. “Stay with me. Don’t go again.”
Cyrus let out a low growl. “Try not. Hard to think. I need…”
“I know, babe. I’ll make this better.”
Shyla wasted no time removing her clothes until she was as naked as he. His hungry gaze followed her movements. His cock stuck out straight from his body, straining toward her. Her pussy wept, readying itself to take him. She wasn’t going to need much foreplay to be ready for him to have her.
She went willingly into his arms and met his lips halfway as they came down toward hers. Low growls continued to rumble out of Cyrus as he kissed her. It was carnal and all-consuming. Shyla moaned. She wanted him. She needed his cock buried deep inside her. Wetness leaked onto her inner thighs.
Feeling as if time would run out for them again, Shyla positioned herself so she straddled Cyrus’ thighs. She sucked on his tongue as she took him inch by inch inside her pussy. Once she was completely impaled, she rode him. Their bodies joined, it felt right. Perfect.
Cyrus took hold of her hips and pulled her down as he rocked up into her, matching her strokes. His cock filled her over and over again. He grew even harder, stretching her. She held on to the tops of his shoulders and rode him harder.
“Shyla,” he said with a growl. “Bite. You want?”
Even now, when he was so close to losing his humanity, Cyrus wanted her permission. And she had a feeling if she denied him, he’d respect her wishes no matter the cost he’d have to pay.
She swept her hair away from the left side of her neck and turned her head to give him better access as she slid his cock in and out of her. “Do it. I love you. I want you to claim me. I don’t want to lose you.”
“Love you.”
Cyrus wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her even closer, and buried his other hand into the hair at the back of her head. He leaned in and sank his sharp teeth into the skin where her neck and shoulder met. There was a sharp pain, then she loudly moaned as she was swamped with intense pleasure. The best orgasm she’d ever experienced slammed into her and seemed to go on forever. He growled as he thrust up into her hard enough to lift her knees off the mattress. His cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her with his cum.
Once it was over, Shyla cupped Cyrus’ face in her hands and stared into his eyes. The man and not the wolf looked back at her. It was then she felt something invisible snap into place between them. A swirl of emotions took her over. The love she had for this man unbelievably intensified, grew stronger. And from the look of wonder that crossed his face, she guessed he felt it too.
“Did it work?” she asked. “Your humanity is back?”
Cyrus brushed the spot where he’d bitten her. There was no pain. He smiled. “It did. I can think clearly again. And you now have the mate brand. The knot work is in color.”
Shyla looked at his. It was no longer just black. There were the reds, greens and blues, the same as Neha’s was. She kissed him with all the love she had for him.
He held her and took her to her back onto the bed. His cock was still inside her. It hardened. She lifted her legs and put them around his waist as he slowly thrust in and out.
After Cyrus lifted his head, Shyla said, “I’m sorry. I should have come to see you the next day.”
He rested his upper body on his bent arms. “You didn’t know. Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t have taken so long to come to terms with me being a wolf shifter. I guess I really have myself to blame. I could have gone to you. I didn’t want to take your choice from you.”
“I know.” Shyla moaned as Cyrus almost pulled all of the way out of her to surge back inside. “That feels so good.”
“I’m going to make my mate come again.”
“I don’t intend to stop you.”
He thrust his hips between her spread legs, his cock butting up against her cervix with each stroke in. She tightened her inner muscles around his shaft, which had a sexy growl pushing out of him. She panted and gripped his biceps as he lifted his upper body off her.
The look of pleasure on Cyrus’ face had Shyla’s body coiling tight as a climax built. He angled his strokes so his cock rubbed her G-spot. Her pleasure grew until she couldn’t hold it back. She came just as intensely as the first time and whimpered his name. He hammered into her faster and harder. It only took a half a dozen strokes before his cock pulsed inside her as he too came.
Shyla held him tight as Cyrus collapsed on top her. He was heavy, but after coming so close to losing him, she wasn’t going to ask him to move.
“I love you,” she said.
Cyrus lifted his head and met her gaze. “I love you too. I promise I won’t make you regret this. You’re my mate. Mine to love and protect.”
“And you are mine.” She reached up and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. “Did you understand some of what I said to you when you were in your wolf form?”
He nodded. “Some. It was hard, though. I did know you were my other half.” He smiled. “And I’m pretty sure you told me we have to get electricity in the cabin.”
Shyla giggled. “I did.”
Cyrus rolled and took her with him so she ended up sprawled on top him. “Then, my mate, I’d better hurry up and teach you how to trap so you can help pay for it.”
She brushed her lips across his. “Okay, but the lessons don’t continue today. We’re going to be a little busy. I need to spend some quality alone time with my wolf shifter mate. And it’s going to start right now.”
Shyla kissed Cyrus thoroughly as she reached between them and took hold of his hardening cock. She was going to make sure her wolf knew how much his human loved him.
The End
About the Author
Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.
After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now writes paranormals.
Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and four children. Check out Marisa’s website. She would love to hear from you, so drop her an email while you’re there.
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