by T. S. Joyce
Ronin shoved her panties down her thighs as he smiled against her lips, chuckling into their kiss. Good gah, he was so sexy. She ran her fingertips through his hair as he rocked against her, hitting her just right with his thick shaft. She arched her back and moaned, sliding her leg over his, opening up the apex between her thighs.
Her body had been sore and injured and tired a few minutes ago, but now it was ready to go, growing wetter by the second with every pump of his body against hers. She could come just like this with him rubbing her, but she wanted more. Needed more. After everything that had happened, she needed him to make her feel like she was his, soul and body.
He took his time, trailing his hand down her arm, then down the side of her breast to her waist. He traced the curve of her ass and then up to her hair. He gripped it in the back and turned her head when she purred. Lips near her ear, he whispered, “I choose you.”
Emerald rolled her eyes closed at how good those words made her heart feel. He chose her. Really chose her. He was giving her a place beside him, under his protective wing, where she would defend him always.
There was something so freeing about being confident in your place in the world. And for the first time in her life, she knew her place. It was here with Ronin. Her Ronin.
His lips pressed to hers, and she reveled in the taste of her mate. Because even though they hadn’t said that word, that’s what they were. No contract could hold a candle to what they felt or the bond they’d already created.
She’d found him—her person. Her other half.
Ronin’s hand left her hair and gripped the back of her neck as he rolled on top of her. He was heavy, solid, like a weighted blanket. Safe, safe, safe. He pushed her knees apart, and she begged. What else could she do? Her mind was gone now, off in the sky somewhere while her body just felt, and did, and reacted to its other half. He pressed the swollen head of his cock into her entrance just enough for her to bow against the bed. She whispered another aching plea, “Please, Ronin. Deeper.”
Their bodies moved like waves rolling against each other. Like they’d been doing this dance for eons and knew exactly what the other needed. She slid her hands up his back as he settled firmly between her legs, and then he was there, sliding into her. Deeper…deeper. Emerald couldn’t help the needy noises she made, but from the hungry look in his eyes, they were just fine with Ronin. His hands were everywhere and they were fire, burning trails of ecstasy up and down her skin. And when his lips drifted from her mouth to her neck, down, down to her breast, then plucking gently at her nipple, she lost it. Eyes closed to the world, she let herself drown in him. She didn’t exist, and Ronin didn’t exist. They only existed as one now. He stayed deep in her for a few moments, and she reveled in the sensation of being filled with him. Moving slowly, Ronin drew rapture from her, teasing with his lips, tempting her with his touch, until her entire body craved him. Every nerve ending adored him. Every sigh from her lips drew a slight curve of his. Oh, that man knew he had her. He was playing her like some string instrument he’d practiced his whole life.
He moved in her smoothly, sure to hit her clit and hold it every thrust. Sliding his hands up her forearms, he pinned her hands above her head and kissed her. His tongue stroked into her mouth with the same rhythm that his dick was sliding into her. Slow and controlled at first, and then he slipped little by little as the growl in his throat grew louder. His cock filled her over and over until she was writhing against him. And when at last she lost all sense of control and begged him, “Faster,” he slammed into her and held. Slammed, held, faster. Faster. Faster. “Right there,” she whispered, holding his hands as he intertwined their fingers above her head.
Ronin grunted, spread his knees wider and went even deeper, bucking into her hard. Oh, she was there, she was there! Her body pulsed hard, gripping his dick. His body was so tense as he rammed into her and held, his dick swelling and releasing, erupting inside of her until she was filled with warmth. He moved with her until they were both spent. And then he rolled her over on her side and hugged her close, kissing her like she mattered. And she did matter.
I choose you.
She smiled in the dark, in the arms of the man she loved. In the embrace of her future. And she whispered the words she never thought a simple girl like her was destined to say. “I choose you back.”
She’d learned big lessons. She’d thought her life wasn’t her choice, but there was always a choice. The only person who could ever tether her to a dark future was her. She’d just had to become brave enough to take a leap of faith and trust in the man who’d saved her from a bully all those years ago. Who had protected her from an entire Pride today.
Her new life wasn’t all tied up in a pretty package with a perfect bow. Some of the council had escaped. Some of the Old Tarians had escaped. The girls here would need help to rehabilitate and gain confidence, and Ronin would have a long and bumpy road ahead as he would fight to maintain one of the biggest lion Prides in existence. Not every day would be a rainbow, but enough of them would. And as long as the good days existed, well…then the bad ones would be okay, too.
The most important part was that she wasn’t alone, and her mate, her Alpha, her Ronin…he would never be alone again either.
From this day on…she would be a proud Tarian lioness.
From this hour on…there would be no more running.
From this moment on…home became a person.
Home was Ronin.
Up Next in this Series
Tarian Silver Lion
New Tarian Pride, Short Story, Book 2
Coming February 2019
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Novak Grizzly (Book 1)
Beck Bear (Book 2)
Ash Bear (Book 3)
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Bear the Burn (Book 2)
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T.S. Joyce is devoted to bringing hot shifter romances to readers. Hungry alpha males are her calling card, and the wilder the men, the more she'll make them pour their hearts out. She lives in a tiny town, outside of a tiny city, and devotes her life to writing big stories. Foodie, bear whisperer, ninja, thief of tiny bottles of awesome smelling hotel shampoo, nap connoisseur, movie fanatic, and zombie slayer, and most of this bio is true.
Bear Shifters? Check
Smoldering Alpha Hotness? Double Check
Sexy Scenes? Fasten up your girdles, ladies and gents, it’s gonna to be a wild ride.
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