Lycan Christmas

by S. K. Yule

  Melony knew Lorent hated hurting Shannon, but it was way past time for this conversation to happen. Even if she’d never come to Sanctuary, Lorent needed to tell Shannon that he didn’t love her, make her understand.

  Melony felt a little sorry for Shannon when tears started falling down her cheeks and she looked as if someone had just run over her dog.

  “Shannon, I know we’ve had our differences, but I would really like it if we could be friends.”

  Melony wasn’t sure if they could ever be friends, but she was willing to try.

  “You still want to be friends with me?” Shannon sniffled.

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  “Yes, but I don’t think it will work out if you continue to flirt with Lorent. I love him, and he’s mine.”

  “I’m sorry I’ve been so horrible to you, Melony, but I really care for Lorent. I understand that he will never return my feelings now that he’s found his mate. I need some time to get over this, but I would like very much if we could be friends.”

  Was this the same Shannon? Melony was surprised at the ease of her acceptance. She’d expected more drama, maybe a tantrum, but not grown-up cooperation. Maybe they really could become friends. Shannon headed for the door.

  “Wait,” Melony said before Shannon left. “Let Lorent walk you home. It would make me feel better to know you got back safely after everything that’s happened today.”

  “Oh. Thank you, Melony. Um, I know it’s not a good time, but when I got my laundry back, my favorite red panties were missing. Have you seen them?”

  “Yeaahh.” Melony cast a mischievous glance at Lorent. “You know that huge tree about midway down the path to Rindy and Brent’s?”

  “Yes.”

  “They are about halfway up it. Sorry. I was little irked about the laundry thing.” Melony tried hard not to laugh at Shannon’s surprised expression.

  “Well, I guess that solves that mystery.” Shannon gave a halfhearted lopsided grin. “I suppose I deserved that one.” She turned and walked out the door without a further word.

  Lorent bent and placed a quick kiss on Melony’s lips before following Shannon out the door. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’m counting on it,” Melony answered.

  She watched Lorent go and hoped when he got back there would be no further interruptions. An insistent bump at the back of her legs brought a smile to her face, and she leaned down to pick up Puss. She lightly scratched her behind the ears, her favorite spot to be petted, and Puss started to purr.

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  “You and Lorent are going to have to learn how to get along. I know it’s been you and me for a while now, but I love him. He will be good to you because he knows how much you mean to me.”

  Lorent was back a few moments later. He went to her and gently took Puss from her arms. It usually took time for Puss to warm up to strangers, but she leaned against his chest and continued to purr when he rubbed her under the chin.

  He smiled at Melony, and her heart did its usual Lorent-induced flip-flop dance. “She likes you.”

  “Seems that way. She’s not so bad herself.” He set the cat down on the floor and stroked her one last time. “I need to talk to your mom right now, Puss.”

  Puss rubbed against his legs once, then trotted down the hall as if she understood what he’d said.

  His heated gaze sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. With one step, he was toe to toe with her, a scant inch barely separating them. She wanted to touch him, taste him, make love with him, and she had no doubt that tonight all of her wishes and more would come true.

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  Chapter Twenty

  Melony stretched up on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his lips. When he groaned, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, but frowned when he didn’t return her kiss.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’ve never been with a woman.”

  She’d never in a million years imagined those words to come out of his mouth. He was a virile man who any woman in her right mind would be attracted to. “I guess we’ll both be each other’s first.”

  The fact that she would be his first, and he would be hers, only made her love him more, if that was even possible. Their relationship, their bond would grow that much stronger because they would always know that they’d only ever belonged to one another.

  “I’m not sure how slow I can take it the first time. I’ve waited for you my entire life. My wolf is demanding to claim you, and he doesn’t want to be gentle. He wants to dominate, wants his mate to submit.”

  “I don’t mind submitting to you, Lorent. I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you.” She fought the urge to chew on her bottom lip.

  “Hey.” He tipped her chin up and waited until she looked him in the eye.

  “I won’t turn you until you are ready. We’ll have time to talk about that later.

  Right now I simply want to be with you.”

  “Thank you,” she sighed in relief.

  While she was certain that she wanted to be his mate in every way, she welcomed the opportunity to spend time with him, to get to know him, to build on their relationship before they took it to the next level. When she’d decided to come to Sanctuary, she’d already accepted the fact that she might find her mate one day. The thought of becoming a lycan—especially if it meant she could spend many more years with Lorent than if she remained human—was something she’d grown used to.

  Lorent swooped down and took her mouth in a demanding kiss, stole her breath, heated her blood in two seconds flat. It seemed as if she’d waited for him her entire life as well. His hands slid down her back and over her ass, 158

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  until he cupped her cheeks and pulled her up against him. There was no space between them now, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to ensure they’d stay that way. The hard proof of his arousal nestled against her and pressed deliciously between her thighs.

  He carried her down the hallway and to the bedroom, where he tumbled them both down onto the bed. His hard body covered her, and she moaned when his mouth claimed hers again. His tongue dipped and tasted her, and that delicious ache between her thighs built until she thought she might explode from the pressure. He sat up, yanked his T-shirt off, then reached for hers to pull it over her head, and sucked in a sharp breath when her bared breasts spilled out.

  “You are beautiful,” he whispered.

  She looked at his chest and licked her lips as she followed the contours of his biceps down to his rock-hard six-pack and back up. Dark hairs dusted his chest, and she reached up to run her fingers through them. He was gorgeous clothed, but nude? Good God, he was glorious. She couldn’t wait to see the rest of him, but before she could voice her wants, he dipped down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

  She cried out as white-hot lightning shot through her and centered in her core. His erection pressed against her thigh, and she rubbed against him, encouraging him, showing him that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He groaned and flexed his hips, his hard cock digging deliciously into her leg, promising to give her everything, swearing to fulfill her every fantasy.

  “Lorent!” she gasped out when he tugged at one nipple with his fingers and the other gently with his teeth.

  Her head thrashed from side to side, and she threaded her fingers through his hair to hold him against her. He kissed his way down her stomach, the stubble shadowing his jaw scraping deliciously over her sensitive skin, and stopped when he found the pink butterfly ring in her belly button. He growled and ran his tongue around her navel, then flicked at the pink butterfly.

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  “Do you have any idea how much this butterfly turns me on?” He
looked up at her. The bright glow shining in his hazel eyes gave proof of his desire and showed a glimpse of the predator that lurked inside.

  She was barely able to groan in response since every coherent thought had been ripped from her mind, replaced by pleasure that Lorent created with his worship of her body, by pleasure that she now found herself immersed in. She quivered in anticipation of his next caress, his next kiss.

  He ran his tongue around her navel and the butterfly a few more times before pushing her sweats off her hips. Next he hooked his fingers in her panties, and they swiftly followed her sweats to the floor. His lips trailed over her mound, and his finger slid effortlessly through her slickened folds.

  When his tongue flicked over her clit, she moaned and arched up, begging for him to continue the sweet assault on her sensitive flesh.

  “You taste like heaven,” he growled against her.

  Before she had time to be embarrassed, before she had time to respond, his tongue replaced his fingers and dipped inside her. His mouth created havoc on her emotions and rapture on her senses. Havoc. Pure, blissful havoc. His fingers splayed across the expanse of her waist, while his palm rested low on her abdomen, holding her hostage as he ate at her, licking, nipping, dipping deep, and retreating, driving her to the edge time and again, then withdrawing just before she fell.

  Her head spun, her heart thundered, and she yanked his hair, probably hard enough to cause pain, but he didn’t seem to notice. She sobbed as the storm built inside her, swirling harder and harder, centering low in her core until finally he slipped one long finger inside her and drove his tongue against her clit, causing her to explode into a million tiny shards. She cried out his name over and over while she arched off the bed, grinding against him as he continued to wring every gasp, every ounce of pleasure from her.

  When he stood, she couldn’t move—her body boneless from the release he’d given her— and she watched him from under half-closed lids as he unbuckled his belt, then jeans. When the zipper came down, and the denim was pushed off his hips, her eyes widened.

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  “Oh my. I don’t know if that will fit.” She sat up on her elbows, apprehension rapidly shining like a beacon through the fog of ecstasy.

  “I’ve never done this before, but I know how it works, and I can assure you that it will fit.” He gave her a feral smile that nearly curled her toes.

  He lay down on the bed next to her, and she reached out to him. “Can I touch you?”

  He leaned forward and kissed her. A hint of the taste of her passion on his lips ignited her need for him once again.

  “Touch me anytime you’d like. I’m yours, Melony.”

  She trailed her fingers along the top of his shoulder, then down over his bicep and around to his pec, where she circled his small brown nipple, intrigued when it pebbled in excitement. She bent and placed a quick kiss against it, eliciting a groan from him. She continued down and traced each indention of his six-pack before swirling her finger around his belly button.

  She continued her exploration around to his hip, then back into the soft, springy hair that nestled the part of him she was most curious about at the moment.

  She gently encircled him, stroked down then upward, but he placed his hand over hers, halting the movement.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Had she hurt him?

  “No. But if you continue touching me like that, I’ll never make it inside you. And I need to be inside you, more than I need my next breath.”

  She smiled up at him. “I’m yours.”

  His mouth crashed down on hers, and within moments, the kiss built in urgency. He ran his hands over her body, stroking her, kneading her, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She opened her mouth to him and began to drown in the taste of him. His touch soon matched his kiss in urgency, and she squeaked when she was suddenly flipped facedown on the bed.

  He reared up behind her and pulled her hips up and back until his heavy shaft rested between her cheeks. He slid back and forth through her wet folds, the end of his cock brushing over her clit each time. The apprehension of his size drained away completely as he stoked the fire and pushed her to the edge once again.

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  He arched over her and kissed her on the ear. “I’m sorry.”

  Before she had time to wonder what he had to be sorry for, he bit down on her shoulder gently, without breaking the skin, and surged up into her.

  Pain tore through her, and she cried out and tried to crawl away from the unfamiliar invasion of her body, but he held her firmly and growled against her. The pain was like nothing she’d ever felt, feral, final, possessive, and when it started to lessen, she focused on the feel of him filling her.

  He held perfectly still, and when she stopped struggling, he pulled out of her until just the tip of him rested inside. The sudden loss of him was more painful than when he’d taken her virginity. She quivered, and sobbed, and tried to push back against him, needing, wanting him back inside her, but he held her firmly immobile.

  “Please, Lorent,” she sobbed.

  He finally released his bite and placed one hand on her back between her shoulders while the other remained holding her hip. He urged her down until her cheek was pressed againt the pillow, then slammed home. The pain but a distant memory, she cried out, relieved at the way he filled her, stretched her, once again. She tried to push against him, tried to get more of him, but he growled and held her more firmly in place, while thrusting into her, dominating her, claiming her. She was thoroughly possessed, and happy to be so by the man she loved.

  He demanded her submission, but she knew with all of her heart that if she objected, he’d relent. He would never hurt her, or make her do anything she was uncomfortable with, and proved it when she struggled harder and he instantly released her. She flipped onto her back and opened her legs invitingly. When he frowned, she followed his gaze down and saw the blood staining the insides of her thighs.

  “It’s okay. It only hurt for a moment. I need you, Lorent.”

  He stroked one finger through the blood, as if in regret of hurting her, then nestled his hips between her thighs. He cupped her face in his hands and slid home once again. “I love you, Melony.”

  “I love you too,” she sighed.

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  He kissed her, and thrust into her again and again, until they were both panting, until they were both crying out in anticipation of release. She held him tightly while he pumped into her, the heat swirling hotter with each slide of his cock in her wet sheath. Her muscles clenched harder and harder around him until she fell over the edge once again. This time, he followed her, throbbing deep inside her with each spurt of his seed.

  He brushed the hair from her forehead and gently kissed her. “That was incredible. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

  “You were perfect. And Lorent?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t have to think about anything any longer. I want to be yours in every way.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “You can only shift the first time during a full moon. After that, you can shift anytime you want. The next full moon comes at the beginning of the new year.”

  “Sounds like the perfect late Christmas present to me.”

  “I don’t deserve you, you know?” He traced his finger down her cheek.

  “Yes. You do. You are a good man.”

  “Melony?”

  “Yeah?”

  “If you ever scare me again like you did tonight, I’ll spank your delectable ass.”

  “I’ll look forward to it.” She smiled.

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  Epilogue

  January 9, 2012

  Melony sat beside Lorent under the trees and stared up at
the full moon.

  He was a beautiful wolf, which was to be expected since he was a beautiful man. Over the last few weeks, he’d opened up to her more and more. He trusted her, and she trusted him.

  The change hadn’t been an easy one, even painful at times, but she’d been prepared since he’d explained to her that the first time was the worst.

  He’d been with her every step of the way. She’d been afraid, but had confidence Lorent would never let any harm come to her. When every muscle in her body had contracted, when her skin had tingled and hair popped through every pore in her skin, when her canines had elongated into fangs, he’d been there to soothe her. Yes, it had been quite a painful and frightening ordeal, but she wasn’t sorry she’d let him change her. She loved him and wanted to spend every second that she could with him.

  She was a little disappointed that her fur was her natural hair color—

  brown—in wolf form, but Lorent had already warned her that the pink coloring wouldn’t stay when she shifted. In the grand scheme of things, she supposed it was an unimportant, minor detail. Besides, she’d look kind of silly as a big pink wolf.

  She’d never in her life felt as free as she did while running in the woods with Lorent. They’d yipped, playfully nipped one another, and wallowed in the snow, and she’d felt all the restraints, all the rules of society float away while she was in wolf form—not that she would ever do anything horrible or anything against her nature. Lorent told her it was the predator in her wolf that made her feel like that, and she figured that was probably the truth, for she had no other way to explain it.

  “It’s gorgeous out here.”

  “You’re gorgeous.”

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  wondered how they’d communicate while shifted. The last few weeks with Lorent had been the happiest of her life.