Anew: Kindred Series

by DJ Phoenix

  There was a knot in her throat, but she managed two words. “I’m ready.”

  His lips pressed softly on hers, and then he was climbing out of the truck. She pouted at the loss of his touch, but he never noticed. He came around to open her door and held his hand out for her. Closing the door, he reached into the back of the truck for her overnight bag. He swung it onto his shoulder, taking her hand, and they walked to the front door.

  The inside of the cabin looked as spectacular as the outside. The entrance opened up to a large living room, with floor-to-ceiling windows. A stone fireplace dominated the room. The fur rug in front of the fireplace looked so inviting, she couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to lay on it naked with Luke holding her close. Get a grip Cynthia, sex is not the only thing worth fantasizing about. Heat rose to her cheeks, and she shook her head slightly to clear the direction her thoughts were heading. Instead, she reminded herself to finish taking in her surroundings.

  Opposite the front window, a staircase weaved up to a dark hallway, where she assumed the bedrooms were. She spun, taking everything in, and noticed a large dining room to her left. Straight ahead from the front door she could see a hallway that led to a set of French doors.

  Luke pulled her in that direction, stopping halfway to enter the kitchen. It was a beautiful chef’s kitchen, any cook’s dream come true. The stove was set into the island where a vent hung above. A long counter sat in front of the stove, lined by six leather bar stools. It was the perfect breakfast setting; where one could prepare and serve as the meal was cooked. She could see herself making pancakes for her children there.

  The kitchen opened into a large family room where a plush leather sectional rounded the space. Another stone fireplace, this one a bit smaller in size, nestled into the wall. The perfect space to sit and watch TV on a rainy day.

  She took a deep breath; the cabin mansion, as she had deemed it in her head, was unbelievable. Her parents had been well off, and so her and her sister had never lacked for anything and had even been what people would consider spoiled, but it hadn’t been this luxurious.

  Luke’s deep voice pulled her from her musings. “So, what do you think so far? Do you like it? You still haven’t seen the office or backyard. Or upstairs.”

  She felt a little shocked at the mansion he had just deemed their home, but managed to respond coherently. “It’s . . . amazing. Honestly, I love it.”

  His smile was so bright she had to bite her bottom lip not to run to him and wrap herself around him, basking in his obvious delight. “Come, I’ll show you our room, and then ... well, then I’m going to show you just how happy I am that you are my mate. The rest of the house can wait. We’ll finish exploring tomorrow.” He pulled her along to the bottom of the stairwell and swooped her onto his arms.

  Cynthia squealed, kicking her legs and wrapping her arms around his neck, nuzzling against him. She couldn’t believe how well her soft body fit into his hard one.

  “Our mate, this is where we belong,” her wolf told her, and Cynthia agreed.

  Luke

  The shock and delight in Cynthia’s eyes as she took the place in was testimony enough to her surprise. Yes, the cabin was more like a mansion, designed to allow for the whole pack to be able to gather and enjoy time together. At least that’s how it had been when his parents had lived. They had been great Alphas, building this cabin to raise their family but also keeping the pack’s needs in mind. After his father’s death, however, Luke had left his childhood home. He had convinced himself of the delusional fact that he didn’t need a mate and he would be fine alone. Then Cynthia had walked into his life and changed that idea in a heartbeat.

  He wanted a family now, and he knew for the first time in his life he had a chance at true happiness. No more just getting by with the occasional lay here and there. He had a mate now, and she was more than he ever could have imagined the gods would bless him with. His mate was strong, but despite that, he sensed there was pain in her past. He would do everything in his power to help her heal. That was his duty, after all. He would make sure she knew every day of their life together how much he loved and cherished her.

  The feathering of her breath on his neck pulled him from his inner thoughts. She had no idea how much she undid him. The sweet sensation had his cock springing to life. It strained against his zipper and he couldn’t wait to be buried, balls deep, inside his mate again. She was perfect in every sense of the word; soft where he was hard, fitting perfectly against him, her plump lips were a sin to kiss, and her core had been made to wrap perfectly around his cock. Yes, he was a lucky bastard, and he planned to take full advantage of the fact; he was going to take his mate in every imaginable position until they were both exhausted from so much pleasure. Then he would start all over again.

  Smiling, he reached the top of the stairs in no time. The master bedroom had been refurnished for him, even though he had refused to live here. So, for the first time since he’d become Alpha, he headed toward the double doors at the end of the hallway.

  He looked down at his mate before opening the door. Her eyes met his through hooded lids, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips, sending a jolt of anticipation throughout his body that went right to his straining member.

  “You ready, my love? Once we enter through these doors, I will not be letting you leave my side any time soon. I plan to make you scream my name every time I make you come. And I plan to make you come lots and lots of times.”

  He felt her shudder and knew she was as aroused as he was. He could scent the sweet nectar moistening her core, preparing it for his entrance. She merely nodded and pressed herself closer to him, and that was all the answer he needed.

  He pushed the door open, crossed the threshold, and kicked the door shut. In a few strides he crossed the room and reached the king-sized bed, lowering her gently.

  She was beautiful, a sight to behold with her eyes hooded, her lips slightly parted, and her breasts rising rhythmically as she breathed.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.”

  A rosy color stained her cheeks at his words, earning a low growl from his wolf.

  Deciding to take his time, he lowered himself next to her and propped himself on his elbow. He ran his fingers through her wild, fiery curls, spreading them around her like a halo. Then he ran his thumb across her jaw and over her bottom lip, following the path with his lips. He continued his exploration down her throat, stopping at the edge of her sweater. He dipped his tongue down the valley between her cleavage, enjoying her taste, her scent, and the light moan that escaped her lips.

  He teased her gently until he could feel the tension rolling off her. Only until he knew she was wound tight did he move to pull the sweater over her head, leaving her in a thin satin black bra; the material so thin her hard nipples were defined perfectly. He ran his thumb over the hardened peaks.

  She arched, begging for more, and he pinched, first her left and then her right nipple, hard enough to border on pain, eliciting a throaty moan from her sweet lips. He dipped his head and took one nipple in his mouth, biting and suckling through the soft material while he kneaded the other between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips moved, searching for friction, but he wasn’t ready for that just yet. Instead, he continued his assault on her nipples, enjoying how responsive they were.

  When he felt he had paid proper homage to each peak, he moved lower toward her belly. Dipping his tongue in her belly button, he showed her how he planned on taking her pussy next. He continued his exploration down her body, reaching her jeans. She helped push them down her hips and, in one swift move, rid her of the offending garment. He took in her black satin thong and dipped his tongue along the seam. Her body hummed with need, but he didn’t touch her core just yet. Instead, he pushed her thighs open and feathered kisses along her inner thighs, deliberately skipping her mound.

  Finally, her throaty voice filled the room. “Please, Luke … I need you to touch me. I need your tongue, your finger
s, your cock … please. I’m going to explode if you don’t touch me.”

  He smiled against her thigh. “But I am touching you, mate. Tell me, what else do you need?”

  She arched her back, moaning with need as he continued to feather kisses and run his tongue along her thighs. “I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.”

  He hooked his thumbs into the seam of the tiny satin thong and slipped it down her hips, pulling them off. Moving between her thighs, he spread them wide to expose her sex to him. It was fucking amazing; pink and swollen with need, glistening with her juices, just waiting for him to claim it. His mouth watered with the need to taste her.

  He buried his head between her thighs and dipped his tongue into her folds. The sweet taste of her juices filled his senses, and he growled deep in his throat; his wolf was at the surface. He licked her length then came back to twirl his tongue around her clit. She rocked her hips and whimpered. It spurred him on knowing he brought her such pleasure, and knowing he would be the only one to ever bring her such pleasure.

  He moved to twirl his tongue around her opening and finally plunged inside her core. His tongue thrust in and out of her while his thumb drew circles on her clit.

  She rode him until she found her release. The climax hit her hard as she rocked her hips on his thrusting tongue and screamed his name.

  His rock-hard cock turned to steel.

  Her body went slack on the bed after the hard climax, but he wasn’t through pleasuring her yet. He moved up her body, holding his weight on his forearms. He kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. She responded eagerly, giving back as much as he gave. Breathless, he pulled away, raining kisses along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts.

  He ran his hand to her back and swiftly unfastened the delicate satin covering her breasts. He took a peak into his mouth and suckled hard, extracting a gasp from her swollen lips. He continued suckling and teasing until her gasps became moans and her hips began to rock, searching for friction again.

  He pulled away and sat on his heels between her thighs, drinking in her flushed look. He ran the head of his cock along the seam of her lower lips, watching her squirm. Then, without hesitation, he buried himself to the hilt in one hard thrust, eliciting a sharp gasp of surprise from his mate.

  He held still, allowing her to adjust to his size, and when she finally rocked her hips, he began thrusting languidly. He moved in and out of her slick channel, enjoying every ripple, every sensation of her core as it contracted on his member. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls tighten and his thrusts became harder and faster.

  His wolf came to the surface, flashing his eyes at their mate in approval, then resided, allowing the man to take full control again. His thrusts became erratic as she smiled up, first in surprise when she saw his eyes glow, then lovingly when she realized it was the eyes of his wolf staring at her.

  She met his every thrust with equal abandon. Only their heavy breathing and the sound of their bodies slapping against each other filled the room. Then they both flew over the edge, sweet and hard, screaming their release into the silent room.

  He collapsed on top of her, utterly aware that he had to move or he’d crush her with his weight. He gave himself a minute to bask in the afterglow of their release and then rolled to his side, bringing her with him. Still inside her, he pulled her close and her body molded to his as they drifted off into a sated sleep.

  The night was short for all the love making they explored as they woke each other up many times as the moon disappeared and the sun took its place.

  Cynthia

  Sunlight streamed through a crack in the heavy curtains, waking Cynthia. She tried to get up, but a heavy arm around her waist hampered her movement. A smile spread across her lips as she gazed upon the owner of said arm. Luke’s face was relaxed as he slept, his eyelashes spread on his high cheekbones; he looked so peaceful. The events of the night played in her head and giddiness overtook her. Luke had awoken her several times after their initial lovemaking. They had made love several times throughout the night; something she had never done before. Smiling to herself, she thought about how she was looking forward to many more equally amazing nights. But first she really needed to get to the bathroom.

  She lifted Luke’s arm off her waist and scooted to the edge of the bed. She sat up slowly and, as she stood, found she was sore in places she didn’t even realize had the ability to be sore. She walked to her bag and retrieved her toiletries, then made her way to the bathroom. Closing the door silently behind her, she brushed her teeth and decided a hot shower would help her aching muscles. While in the process of shampooing her mass of curls, a breeze caressed her skin. She quickly opened her eyes and yelped, stepping back and lifting her hands defensively. It took her a minute to adjust her vision through the suds and water.

  Realizing it was Luke, in all of his naked glory standing in front of her, she relaxed. A shit-eating smile plastered on his too-handsome face made her laugh at her dumb reaction, and she relaxed her battle stance.

  Who else could it have been?

  He laughed deep and sexy and grabbed her wrists, pulling her against him. He maneuvered her under the spray of water and ran his hands through her hair, helping her rinse off the shampoo.

  A moan escaped her lips at the feel of his fingertips massaging her scalp; it was heavenly. She closed her eyes and concentrated only on the feel of his hands.

  To her delight, he thoroughly rinsed her hair, then reached behind her and grabbed the wash sponge, applying a generous amount of body wash. He began a meticulous exploration of her body with the sponge, successfully lathering every inch of her. When he deemed her sufficiently lathered, he dropped the sponge and slowly ran his hands over her body as the water cascaded over her.

  Clean and a little turned on, despite the many events of the previous night, she picked up the sponge and squeezed a goop of body wash on it. His hands had already made swift work of lathering his hair with shampoo, so she began the thorough lathering of his delectable body. She deliberately ran her hand after the sponge’s path, teasing his hot skin. The thrill of feeling his muscles twitch and tense in anticipation of her exploration gave her a sense of power she had never felt before.

  Her wolf whispered in her mind, equally thrilled. “Our mate is strong and powerful, he will keep us safe.” Cynthia agreed with her wolf as she continued her exploration.

  Encouraged by his reaction, she ran her hands down the v of his lower abs and smiled mischievously when his eyes snapped open and a sharp intake of breath escaped his lips. She did an inner victory dance, but kept her ministrations focused on getting him clean. Running her hands along his shaft, she pulled back the protective skin and lathered the exposed member. His breath had quickened and, for some reason, she could hear his heartbeat picking up speed. Empowered with the thrill of knowing how much she affected him, she pushed him under the spray of water and ran her hands over his body as he had done to her. When all the suds washed away, she withdrew her hands and stepped back to admire her work. Yep, he was clean, wet, and very hot to look at standing there sporting a gorgeous erection.

  He caught her stare and smiled knowingly, making her blush, then turned the water off.

  He swiftly wrapped her in a plush towel and grabbed one for himself. Facing her, he caressed her cheek. “As much as I would like to continue this, first we need to get you some breakfast.”

  She nodded and stepped out of the shower, Luke on her heels.

  Looking at the crumpled sheets on the bed made her blush again, but this time he stepped close and ran the back of his knuckles over her burning cheeks. “I love it when you blush, but I don’t want you to be embarrassed of our lovemaking. We are mates; our bodies belong to each other. To see you come undone in my arms because of me, it doesn’t compare to anything. I can do it all day just to see you flushed and sated over and over.” He brushed his lips tenderly over hers. “I love you.”

  Her heart
felt like it would burst in her chest at the intense feelings he evoked. He was everything she could ever want in a man, and he was all hers. “I love you, too, Luke Andrews.” A tear rolled down her cheek despite her effort not to cry. She hated that she was looking like a sentimental fool in front of him, but she couldn’t help it. The feelings he filled her with were so intense and new to her.

  He brushed the tear away with his thumb. “What is it, Cynthia? Please talk to me.” His face was strained with concern, making her laugh, which earned her a frown.

  She wiped at another lone tear. “It’s nothing bad. I’m just ... I never considered I’d find someone, let alone someone like you. All this has been a shock, but in a way, it also totally makes sense. I’m just very happy.”

  Reaching up on her tiptoes, she kissed him—a slow and sweet kiss that soon became heated as their lips parted and their tongues danced to a seductive rhythm.

  Luke reluctantly broke their kiss, resting his forehead against hers. “If we don’t stop, I’m going to make love to you again, and we really should get breakfast. My wolf and I were a little insatiable last night. I know we pushed you more than you’ve ever experienced. You need to eat.”

  To her embarrassment, her stomach chose that precise moment to make it known food was indeed a top priority.

  Luke laughed. “Point made. Food first. Then we’ll find something to keep us busy for the rest of the day.” He tapped her on the nose with his forefinger and stepped away.

  The cabin looked so much more impressive in the daylight. It was truly beautiful. The view throughout the various floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor and the master bedroom were breathtaking. The mountains seemed endless and their myriad of colors seemed straight out of a painter’s palate. The surrounding woods and vast grass-covered area in the backyard were, in fact, perfect for gatherings, as Luke had explained the pack would hold here; though, she couldn’t really see how the grass was even an option in the winter snow. Perhaps just having a sizable meadow was the value, even though it would be covered in several feet of snow.