Her Lycan Lover

by Susan Arden

  “I’m concerned about you. Eat. More.” After prodding her to finish the pita, he skinned, cored, and cut a green apple into slices. He arranged them on a plate along with some shelled walnuts, and placed it on her lap. Touching her skin, he enjoyed the jolt of electricity that passed between them and made her gasp. “A vegetarian feast. Try this. I hear it’s excellent for your health.” He offered her a cup.

  Sherry took a sip and winced. “What is it?”

  “Buttermilk.”

  “How old is your cousin? Ninety?”

  “She’s old enough to know what to eat. Races decathlons.” No sense in saying that was a feat considering she was at least a half a millennium old. He was conflicted, not knowing if Sherry understood Lycan longevity.

  “Then by all means, you should partake.”

  His frenetic desire flared. The way he became when he shifted during a hunt and prey was close by. “Fine. If I drink half, then you agree to finish the rest?”

  “I’d like to see you do that.”

  She picked up a fresh fig, eyeing it curiously. “These were just sitting around?”

  “There’s lots of atypical food hanging around. Everything from artichokes to caviar, bottles of champagne, and the freezer is stocked with Kobe and Mishima steaks.” Christ, he was babbling as the urge to thrust into her spread and pulsed hot through his veins.

  “Mmm,” she murmured after biting into the soft flesh of the purple fig. “It’s so different than fig cookies.”

  “Reminds me of other things,” he whispered, picking up one and biting down into the velvet smoothness and all he could think about was the taste of her mouth. “You, for instance.”

  “How would you know? Have you imagined tasting me elsewhere?” She held his gaze, the ice in hers melted and flames of fire remained.

  Jesus, she changed games and he could hardly keep up. She opened the door, and his Lycan nature stormed through. Her name reverberated in each of his heartbeats as his cock throbbed in his pants. “I’ve imagined you countless times, darling. Your sweetness slick under my tongue. I’d suck the seam of your wetness, nipping at just the right spot to make you go flaming wet. I imagine dark silky curls.”

  She opened her eyes as her breath came out in rapid puffs. Sherry’s eyes were pools of liquid obsidian. Her pupils fully dilated with a mere hint of a topaz rim. She blinked and her long, dark lashes cast spiky shadows over her cheeks. Flicking her tongue over her plump lips, she drew the very breath from his lungs as his erection turned into granite with the overpowering need to thrust into her. “Have you had enough to eat?” He rose off the bed, picked up the tray and walked it over to the bar area.

  “That was the nicest indoor picnic,” she murmured, turning on her side as she propped herself on one elbow, and a stream of sensuality poured off her flushed body. The sheet fell away from her long legs, crossed at her slender ankles. Intrigued, he was enticed by her movements, and wondered what she’d picked up those two years of managing the Den.

  Quinn peeled off his shirt. There was no more waiting. Sherry’s scent had his teeth on edge and now he was about to remedy that.

  “Let me help you off with your shirt.”

  Her breathing became shallow and her eyes widened. “Is it time?”

  “Nothing to fear, love.”

  She raised her arms overhead and he removed her T-shirt. “Nothing.”

  Lovely smooth skin underneath. Her chest moving up and down, revealing her breasts perfectly framed by the lacey bra. Sherry’s body was an invitation to his senses that were starved for her touch.

  “The first time I’ll be patient and gentle with you,” he murmured, forcing himself to move slowly. He peered down at her, and pulled the sheet completely away from her body. “Being a guardian, means being in control. Of you and me. It’s my job to take care of you. Always.”

  It must have been what she needed to hear for her delicious lips curved upward, and she laughed, low and throaty. Decadent as warmed chocolate. And twice as sweet. “I’ve only imagined that you’d be a… different type of lover.”

  He met her glimmering eyes, wide and unblinking. There was a penetrating connection between them that had started with their first kiss, and continued to grow stronger. Once she’d held his hand inside the magick circle, this connection vibrated energetically within and around him. The hairs over his body were statically charged.

  Tracing the edge of Sherry’s jaw with his fingers, he watched her every move. He desired to climb over her and luxuriate in her body. Unlike his usual forms of release that involved sex as a means to forget, with Sherry it was a means to remember. One he planned on building upon over and over. “Angel, you are the most beautiful woman. Are you mine to possession entirely?”

  “Without question,” Sherry whispered.

  “This is one of the steps, Sherry. Sunlight is out. A requirement in the cycle of bonding. During the full moon, if we make love, we’ll be bonded. Everlasting.”

  “I understand. That means you’ll belong to me.”

  “Only you.”

  Bending down, he took her face between his hands. She trembled but he couldn’t stop. He had to taste her mouth. The anticipation of her pillow soft lips had him groaning. She tensed, held back, continued to hold back, and he couldn’t blame her.

  “Baby,” he murmured. “You’re mine.

  The wolf in him desired to smash apart the walls she’d erected, unwilling to stop until his mate presented herself to him. Submitted so he could rightfully claim her. He pressed his mouth to hers. Using his tongue, he separated Sherry’s lips, and thrust into her. She moaned against his mouth while her fingers traced over his face, along the sides of his cheeks. Without stopping, she swirled her fingers in gentle motions over his skin unleashing flashes of fire in his body. He felt her exploring the base of his neck and across his shoulders. Hesitant caresses cruised his skin and he tempered his broiling hunger to keep from pushing her back against the bed and climbing in between her legs.

  God, the taste of Sherry was unbelievably better each time. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, cupping the back of her head, and then he couldn’t wait. Again and again he plunged his tongue in her mouth. Sherry responded, letting go her reserve with each swipe of his tongue. Deepening the kiss, she followed each of his moves until it was he who began to groan as she swept her hot tongue against his, and then her hands were threaded in his hair, tugging his scalp.

  His erection pulsed inside his pants, so swollen he was seconds away from an explosive orgasm. He moved his hand down between her satin smooth legs. Caressed over her panties, across the moist heat until her scent of arousal lifted into the air. He inhaled her fragrance, nearly lapping at the air as the carnal scent of his mate tattooed his brain. From this moment on—he’d recognize only Sherry as the female to claim.

  As though she sensed his nearly out of control hunger, she released his hair. “I want to feel you up against me.” Her voice was heavy, coming out low and unusually alluring. Perfect to his wolf senses, and his crown throbbed harder. He trailed his hands down her waist, inhaling deeply as her nipples peaked inside her bra.

  “My exact thoughts,” he growled. His hands worked his zipper, lowering it and then his jeans. He stepped free of his shoes and clothing, unabashed by the rock-hard erection he sported.

  “You’re a gorgeous man. I’ve never seen you in wolf form. Will you show me?”

  He desired to bite down on her lips—he couldn’t tell if she were teasing. “For you, if that is your wish. Now is not the time to discuss anything other than how deep you could take my thrusts.” He climbed onto the bed, pulling her body down against the pillows. He kept reminding himself they had as long as he desired.

  Reaching for her, he halted as she took hold of his hands. “Let me.” She opened her bra by the clasp at the front.

  “Jesus, I’ve waited to see you naked.” He cupped the under swell of her tits, thumbing her rose color
ed nipples. Her skin was creamy to his touch. Maddening. He lowered his head, and took the tip of her breast into his mouth, causing her to arch against him. The feel of her flesh against his tongue left him reeling. He placed his palm flat on her ribcage, guiding her back to the mattress.

  Her sensitive nipples beaded with his kisses, and he alternated between her breasts, capturing one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. Her body quivered under his hand. Erotic and too enticing to the wolf in him to resist a moment longer.

  “Quinn,” she moaned as he ran his palm over her taut belly, dipping lower and struck his finger over metal.

  “You’re the fairest of the fair and pierced.” The sight of her bellybutton ring twinkling had his chest constricting. He swirled his fingers around her naval and she began rotating her hips in a sensual motion. Damn, what it would feel like if he could get her to straddle him with these enchanting movements.

  His fingers hooked her panties and he began to slowly slide them off her hips, deliberately taking his time. This he enjoyed, delighting in the dilation of her pupils, the gasp of her breath, the quickening of her pulse as he continued pulling her knickers down her smooth, lovely legs.

  Gazing down at her, he feasted upon the tiny triangle of blue black hair between her legs. “You’re her. Damn, I knew you were,” he groaned, tracing her curling hair that wrapped around his finger. His heart pounded as his mind-blowing hunger for her shot out of control.

  “I couldn’t tell you. It sounded all too strange.”

  “Give yourself to me.” He pressed his hands over her thighs, using the more than ample pressure until she opened her knees for him, and he caught sight of her pink glistening sex. His. All his.

  Quinn growled at the back of his throat as he touched her. The forceful sound burst from his lips. He bent down, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his shoulders, and then he pressed his mouth to her. She was slick and sweet on his tongue. He growled possessively, lifting her hips to slide her against his mouth. Kissing her clit, he sucked the pert nub, then licked up and down, savoring her honeyed-warmth. When he pushed the tip of one finger into her, his cock jerked hard. Her silky skin felt fucking amazing.

  Sherry clenched tightly around his finger. Her body rippled against his pumping finger wet from her arousal. The sounds she made jetted straight to his balls. Sherry’s scent filled his head, making his cock strain painfully. He growled savagely this time, the sound vibrating his chest. “I need to get inside you. Baby, right now.”

  “Quinn.” Her voice was low, a soft whisper. Sherry bit her lip as her gaze dropped to his cock then her alarmed glance bolted upward, meeting his eyes. She rasped her nails down his arms. “You promised.”

  “Slow and easy, love.” He wasn’t accustomed to allowing a female to take control. But she wasn’t just some female plaything for the night. “I’d never go back on my word to you. In or out of bed.”

  Her lush body lay open to him, and he moved with slow ease, seeking to position himself to take her this first time in such a way to minimize her pain, maximize her pleasure. He moved between her legs, his erection grazed against her wet heat, and they groaned together. Testing, he nudged his cockhead at her warm entrance. Tight as he suspected. He inhaled, aware that he was Lycan large and she was narrow at the hip. Seating his cock inside her would require that he use some leverage and a whole shitload of self-control.

  Quinn gritted his teeth as he pushed against her slick sweetness. The need for her went so deep in him, all the way inside his cells; it hurt to be apart from her a second longer.

  He nuzzled her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin, searching for the pulse point in which she came undone. Sucking the throbbing flesh, she thrashed and he growled softly. He lifted momentarily and whispered, “Sherry love, there’s no way to prevent…some discomfort.”

  “I want to make love with you. Quinn, it doesn’t matter. I need you.”

  He nipped harder at her neck, lowering his hips, and took hold of her, drawing her to him. Her soft entrance met his erection, warm and wet, and he pushed forward, tugging her bottom up to meet his forceful thrust. Not far, but he entered her, stretching her flesh around him and she whimpered. The soulful sounds had him grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw until it felt as though he might crack his molars.

  Flexing his hips back, he pumped and pushed farther into her tight, hot body. He closed his eyes, the intense pleasure bursting apart, white lightning flashed and exploded in his head. He kissed Sherry’s sweet mouth, taking possession of her entirely. The scent of her intoxicated him, and he had to continue moving.

  Quinn opened his eyes, gazing down at her, pulled out of her and she dug her nails into his shoulders. “No. You mustn’t,” she whispered.

  “I’m not going anywhere. Except deeper. Wrap your legs around me.” With her breasts grazing his chest, he pressed his thumb against her erect nub as he entered her, pushing his length deeper inside his mate. She called out in pleasure, then a high-pitched cry.

  “Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “That’s all. No more pain.”

  She clung to him. Sweat beading his hairline, he pushed a few more inches and he was fully inside her. Sherry encircled his length in velvet heat that threatened to shatter his self-control. Finally, she was all his.

  “Sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice intimate and his to enjoy. “Please.”

  “Baby, now I’ll begin moving. Give us what we need.” Near exploding, but he held back refusing to miss out on this moment. Straightening his arms, he began to glide his hips back and forth, taking it slow and steady inside her. She arched her back, pulling him in deeper and he groaned from the recesses of his being. Every part of him was on fire, ready to consume and be consumed.

  He peered down at her. Her wide almond eyes glowed golden in the afternoon light filtering in through the curtains. She began to circle her hips in an ancient swaying dance. No need for words. Her movements spoke a language borne from instinct he suspected, and he answered with another thrust into her, achingly slow this first few times. They moved in synch, their bodies speaking carnally, and he kept a close watch on what she seemed to enjoy. He moved his hands, caressing the insides of her thighs, and pumping his length deeper with each thrust.

  Sherry moaned his name, setting him free to take their love making to another level. Her body burned under him, liquid fire, the flames lapped at his core, incinerating his ability to hold back. Sherry’s body began to tremble, more and more until she cried out. He covered her mouth with his only to find she kissed him with an unrestrained hunger, captivating his soul.

  Quinn began moving, thrusting into her farther and faster—his desire inciting him in the claim on his mate, forcing him toward the edge where it was Sherry he sought. Her movements were wild and her body was pure heat, singeing every nerve in his being. Over and over, he plunged into her, the sensation erotically molten.

  “Are you close?”

  “Already there,” she whispered, running her nails down his back.

  Sherry melted around him, shimmering softness, pulsations, and then she was squeezing his erection. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their bodies slick—sliding over each other, and he arched upward, caught in the feeling of pain and pleasure woven together. Electrical bursts ricocheted up his spine unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Grinding his hips up against his mate, he jetted and shouted her name, filling the empty spaces in the bedroom and beyond.

  His release hit him explosively and rocketed from him on his way to claim Sherry entirely. His mouth was on her neck, sucking and biting, sinking his canines into her flesh. Locking onto her. In shuddering waves, they both rode over a cliff, she yelling his name. In response, a timeless declaration arose from his soul, filling his chest until a low howl sweltered within his throat. The words crouched on his tongue, he let them go—the sentiment he’d carried for a thousand years. Finally true. “Mine. Forever, mine,” spilled
from his lips.

  Yesterday they’d spent the rest of the afternoon exploring each other’s body. Quinn now knew every centimeter of her skin. After having slept all night, they ate a leisurely breakfast. Sherry’s dreams were vivid, filled with erotic images, so tempting she felt her face heat in remembering them. All filled with Quinn. The things he did made it hard to breathe even now.

  Walking around the property hand in hand, Quinn had been all business. Serious while inspecting the gate entrance, and then he’d let a work crew in after carefully screening them. The men were working on the lighting, installing alloy filters that would prevent Fae from coming within ten feet of the house as long as there was electricity. The Fae never learned to manipulate weapons composed of metal, but with plastic explosives that could change rapidly. Seelie and Unseelie, beings from another realm within the Fae courts, had never become accustomed to the various metals found on Earth. Quinn recounted his experience with them and explained ways to stay safe from the Fae should she ever come into direct contact. Who knew a handful of dirt could be so powerful.

  So far, she had never observed one face-to-Fae outside the ley line. According to Quinn, Fae were eradicated by coming into contact with steel, silver, titanium. Over time, they managed to find tin and some forms of bronze ore acceptable, leaving them with an affinity for deteriorating greenish copper or brittle tin as weaponry.

  Fae preferred magick over anything tangible. They possessed a unique skill set. Their power to manipulate thoughts and volitions was strong and getting stronger.

  “We can try and ward the street, if you’d like,” Sherry said, hoping to lighten his somber mood.

  Quinn ran his knuckle along her jaw. “I was thinking about calling Tristen and Fin.”

  She thought about how the Den staff would react to Quinn and her being involved. “Do you think it’ll be a problem that we’re… I don’t even know how to classify it. Dating?”

  He snorted. “We’re not dating. You’re mine. Unequivocally. Besides, no one would care. More often than not, mated shifters maintain close ties. Working with a mate is more the norm than not.”