by Amanda LeMay
“I’m not seeing a problem with that.”
Those sexy lips of hers curved into a sly, little smile. Her hands came around, slid down her hips, cupped her sweet-ass cheeks, and she said, “You want some of this?”
Oh, hell, yeah. I wanted to jump from the bed, tackle her to the rug, and eat her up. But I didn’t move a muscle.
“You ready to give me some of that?”
A wicked, little smile curved her full lips up even more. “I am so ready to give you some of this.”
I growled. “Baby, I want a whole bunch of that.”
She turned around to face me, slowly slid her hands up her body to cup her breasts. “Well, you better lay back and let me give it to you, sweetheart.”
I did and she gave it to me. Gave it to me in a way she never had the confidence to do before. She climbed up on our bed, grabbed the headboard, straddled my face and, me havin’ missed the lemon-candy taste of my female...I devoured her.
She stayed right there, letting me enjoy her, make up for the time we’d missed, before she moved down my chest. She straddled my hips while I held my cock up and watched as it slipped inside her and, damn, she was so tight. Since she had to shave for the surgery, she’d kept her sex clean and bare. I saw everything, and she was beautiful.
She moved slow and easy, drove me out of my ever-lovin’ mind. On the third upstroke, the rush hit me. The next downward slide, I exploded.
She didn’t stop. She rode me until she came once more, with me shuddering beneath her the whole time ’cause she felt so damn good.
She giggled. “Wow, sweetheart, I guess you really missed this.”
“Damn baby, I feel like a teenager, shootin’ off before we even got started.”
She leaned down and ran her fingers through my hair. “You are no teenager.” Her mouth came down on mine. “And I’m going to prove it.”
With her tongue in my mouth, she started moving again, and sure as hell, she proved how long I could go.
Later, we found her something to wear, at least long enough to get out to the stone cabin. After spending a week getting reacquainted and re-experiencing each other, I took her out clothes shopping.
There is nothing better than knowing my mate feels like a beautiful female, enjoys her body, and enjoys giving me the privilege of enjoying it, too.
We mated beneath a full moon.
We married a month later. We spent two weeks in a beach bungalow on Belize, banging like bunnies, as Jessy would say.
Another month went by. We got comfortable and settled into a routine. I still had Alpha duties and a son to train, since he would eventually take over in my place. Simone wasn’t too happy with how Brenin and I would have to put on a show, fight out in the open in front of our pack so Brenin could prove himself a worthy Alpha. Being an Alpha wasn’t something you stepped down from, laying up and letting your son take over. You had to be beaten out of your position.
We kept in touch with Neeta and Blaze while they worked to dissolve Rule’s pack and holdings. They sold off a ton of the property in the pack’s trust and divided the money among all the pack members, so relocating wouldn’t bring a strain on whatever pack took them in.
The five males in Rule’s inner circle, the hunting party he’d sent out tracking Simone, all disappeared the day after Rule’s death. They’d flown back to San Francisco, withdrawn all their money from their accounts, grabbed what they could carry, and fled. Blaze posted their pictures, along with the rest of the San Francisco pack, to all Alphas in the country. The tribunal made sure to inform every pack of what had happened. A few of the females came to Comfort, and everyone helped get them settled in and working. Our males were happy to add more females to the pack so they didn’t have to drive so damn far for a date.
Simone and Jessy had more fun than they should have, buying baby clothes and such for Maygan and Kern’s baby. I kept thinkin’, one of these days she was gonna come home and I’d see it on her face, feel it through our sakana bond...the sad fact that she would never carry my offspring. And it wasn’t only the law the tribunal passed against the San Francisco pack. It was also because after we shared her second full moon together, where she was healed up and ready to take me on, not being locked up and controlling her wolf side, and me not spending the night alone in the stone cabin, we spent a full twenty-four hours letting the moon take us. In the past, during the full moon, I’d only ever had sex in my Breeder form for the purpose of impregnating a female. And my mate had never experienced the pleasure the full moon brought on our kind.
After that night, and the three days we spent after, alone together, coming down from the crazy high we’d been on during the full moon, touching, cuddling, kissing, and caring for each other’s needs, I swore I would never take that pleasure away from her if her heat happened to fall on the full moon. There was no way I’d put my sakana in danger by accidentally getting her pregnant. Getting snipped would solve that problem.
She threw up a whole lot a “nope” on that idea.
“Baby, just because we’re an Alpha pair, it doesn’t mean we can break the law. It still applies to us, and every one of Rule’s offspring.”
“I want to leave our options open. No, I can’t carry your offspring, but there are other ways.”
“Other ways?”
“Well, for one, I can do what my pack sisters are doing: have a hysterectomy.”
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s the safest solution.”
“Not happenin’, Simone.”
She shook her head and gave me her we’ll-discuss-this-later look.
“And two, since artificial means don’t work with our kind, I can still have a part of you through a surrogate mother.”
Stunned she would even think it, I stared at her. “Sakana...”
“I’m not saying I want a baby right away, but I do want one eventually, so no snipping.”
“Simone, you know that means I’ll need to have sex with another female, right?”
“Gun, I’ve done my research. I know exactly what it means. You’ll need to breed with another Breeder. Whether we celebrate it in a Moon Dance as a pack, or we decide to make it private, either way is good for me.”
From the first moment I laid eyes on her, smelled that sweet lemon fragrance she puts off, I knew I’d do any damned thing she asked me to do, and if she wanted to have a family, I’d break my balls to give it to her.
“So we’re clear about this, you want me to breed with another female?”
She didn’t even flinch. “Yes.”
Holy hell.
“I’m thinkin’ I’m supposed to put up a good show of how much I don’t think this is a good idea, but I can’t. You want a baby, hell, a whole house full of offspring, I’ll make it happen.”
“Thank you, Gun.” She snuggled up to me, kissed the mating mark she’d placed on me, and whispered, “Tell me how much you’re looking forward to giving me a baby to share with you. Tell me it makes you hot just thinking about it. So hot, you want to ravage me right now.”
“You are fucking amazing.” I pulled her into my arms, kissed her silly, and hell yeah, I ravaged her body until the moon came up again.
In October, we drove over to Albuquerque to meet up with Hemming, Taber, and Sorin. Neeta and Blaze also showed up. Simone had never witnessed a Moon Dance breeding ceremony and with Taber participating—he was a rock star of Breeders and he’d always put on one hell of a show. And he and Sela, the female Breeder from the Albuquerque pack, did just that.
The Moon Dance went on for hours. Simone was enthralled—her word, not mine.
Me? I’d seen males mounting females in this same, sacred ceremony more times than I could count, for the express purpose of increasing the number and strength in a pack. Before I took over as the Comfort Alpha, I’d participated in and sired offspring in the same damn way. But when I stood there in my wolf form, watching my mate witnessing this ceremony for the first time, and knew what she was seeing, I ha
d the strangest urge to clamp my teeth around the back of her neck and drag her out of those caverns. Which was stupid. She wanted to learn about our wolf culture. The Moon Dance ceremony had always been a huge part of our culture, well back before I was born—all the way back to ancient times. We’d talked about having one when she was ready to become a mother, but we hadn’t decided anything at that point.
After the ceremony, Anton and Voril, the Albuquerque Alpha pair, invited everyone to another chamber of their caverns for food and an all-out sex-fest. Not many packs still practiced that part of the breeding celebration, a gathering that never failed to evolve into your basic orgy, since everyone was so hyped up and turned on, and with the help of the full moon, might go all night long. Since any other wolf looking at my mate with lust in their eyes made me want to rip their fuckin’ face off, I politely declined the offer, opting to take Simone back to our hotel instead.
After hours of having our own sex-fest—it was a full moon—Simone says to me, “I noticed a few females seemed to recognize you.”
“Maybe. Probably.”
“They looked at you as if knew the exact size of your cock.”
“Well, I don’t know about that.” I didn’t see them. Since I’d first looked into my female’s eyes, I hadn’t really seen any other female. I just didn’t. Not that way.
“Gunner, we were all naked.”
“Well...yeah...there you are.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Baby, I was a Breeder. I put on a show. Same way as Taber and Sela.”
“I think these females were a little young to have seen you breeding.”
“Baby—”
“Sorry, but, I was jealous and kind of hurt, too, that they would stare so...deliberately.” Her hand touched my face; her fingers traced around my eyes. “But you didn’t notice. And every time you looked at me, I realized you didn’t notice because you only had eyes for me. Then, I didn’t care if they looked. I wanted them to look. I wanted to reach down and stroke you to show them what belongs to me. I wanted them to see what they will never have. You know what else I wanted to do?”
And even though I’d come inside my mate several times already, I was hard all over again, listening to her talk all possessive. “No, baby. What else did you want to do?”
She sat up, wet her lips with her little pink tongue, bent over me, and blew my ever lovin’ mind.
Two days later, as we pulled in through the gates marking the entrance to the ranch, she gazed over at me, slid her hand down my crotch, and said, “You know what I want?”
I drove straight on past the house and out to the stone cabin.
What she wanted this time was different. Dangerous. This time, there were a hundred ways I could hurt her.
“You know how I want it.” Her sweet voice was all husky, low, and full of lust.
We’d started out slow and easy. I made love to her with my mouth all over her body, giving her one orgasm after another, working our way up to it. I was scared shitless. Yeah, I wanted her—oh, how I wanted her—and knowing my female trusted me to do her right, sent my dick into overdrive. Not that that was much different from what I already felt for her, because, yeah. So, when she told how she wanted me, I laid down the law.
“Here’s the rules—I won’t be able to ask you how you’re doing, so you’re gonna have to tell me. You say one of three things—‘yes’, which tells me I’m doing you right or, ‘I’m good’, which tells me you’re feeling it and it’s good, but to proceed with caution. Or, ‘stop’, which translates directly into ‘get the fuck off’, to which I’ll back the hell off, and if you want, we’ll try again another time, but only when you are ready. What you do not say is ‘I’m okay’. ‘I’m okay’ will not fly. ‘I’m okay’ means you’re not feeling it, you’re blocking me out. You understand what I’m telling you?”
She smiled and gazed up at me with her beautiful blues all sparkly and full of passion, and nodded.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. We’re gonna do this.
“I know you want to try this. You know I want to try this. What you also need to know is that if this doesn’t turn out how you thought, or you’re uncomfortable in any way, we don’t need this. I don’t need this.”
She nodded again, calm as all get-out.
Me? I had the urge to down a bottle of Jack to ease my nerves.
I slid from the bed, pulled her sweet body to the edge while I stood between her legs, the tip of my cock weeping with every beat of my heart, I wanted inside of her so damn bad.
“You look at me, baby. You don’t take your eyes off of my face. I need to see you.”
She nodded and didn’t look away.
I worked her with my fingers, sliding in and out. “Baby, you are so ready.” She smiled as her body shuddered and she moaned in a way I knew she was diggin’ it.
“Don’t make me wait, Gun.”
I controlled my shift, watched her watching me as I took on my Breeder form. Her eyes flashed hot as they traced their way down my big body and landed on my cock. I licked my muzzle as her scent slammed into me, making me even harder. I spread her legs wide, slowly worked my way in and out of her sweet, hot sex. The flutter of her eyelashes and the moans that came from her mouth let me know she was doing fine.
I growled, gave her hips a squeeze. She needed to speak up.
“Yes. Don’t stop.” She moaned. “So good.”
I didn’t stop. I pushed in a little farther. She arched her body up off the bed clutching at the sheets as she moaned again.
“Yes, keep going.”
She wasn’t lying. I saw the ecstasy in her eyes, felt her passion in my bones.
Slowly, slowly, I pushed in a little more, doing some moaning and groaning myself, holdin’ a tight rein when my body wanted nothing more than to let my animal side free and take her fast and hard.
“Oh, Gun!”
She was so tight. I whined needing to hear her voice. Was she still good with what was happening? I brushed the backs of my claws along her throat.
Give me a word, baby.
Her body bucked up against mine. Grabbing my shoulders, she pulled me to her, folding her long legs up over my elbows as every inch of me disappeared deep inside her.
“So good! So fucking good!” Lost in her bliss, her eyes drifted shut.
Shocked at her language, I busted up laughing, which came out as a snort. I’m sure some of it was because I was feeling fantastic myself, but the other reason was because my female does not cuss. Like...ever. That word coming from her mouth while in the throes of passion let me know she was feeling it and we were on the same page.
Needless to say, I didn’t stop. I made love to my female long and slow, giving her my Breeder cock just the way she wanted it. Watched her release build on her precious face, heard it in her husky voice as she moaned ‘Yes, yes, yes.’ Felt it as her body tightened up even more around my cock. When her climax ripped through her, the ground beneath us seemed to shake, it was so damn powerful. Once I’d gotten her where she wanted to go, I let loose, took her hard, slammed my body into hers until she came again, shoutin’ my name.
My name on her sweet lips shot me over the edge, my climax so powerful and so strong, little white lights flashed behind my eyelids and my knees practically buckled underneath me.
Fucking phenomenal.
I shifted to my human form. We stayed there, me on top, my body covering hers, inside her moving slow, enjoying the post-orgasmic afterglow, staring into those beautiful, two-toned blue eyes of hers. The shadows she’d dragged with her when she ran from San Francisco were long since gone.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
I’d fought for her. Bled for her. Had the scars to prove it. Almost died for her, and would still, if that was what she needed. I loved her so hard, and so deeply, and so passionately, it took my breath away just to think of her. I loved her in such a way it didn’t seem possible, so I could relate.
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�Yeah, I do, baby. I surely do.”
~ THE END ~
The Sakana Series continues with Book 3
Dance of the Hunter’s Moon
THIS CONNECTION—THIS ancient sakana bond—is just as irresistible as it is unbreakable.
When Sorin Campion shows up in Albuquerque for my pack’s Moon Dance celebration, our attraction is immediate, mutual, and undeniable.
One look. One touch. One kiss.
And my otherwise dull existence is forever changed.
I have no doubt he’s the one wolf I’m supposed to mate and share my long life with. I know it in my heart. I feel it in my soul. It’s the sakana bond. And I’m all in.
He, on the other hand, couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
But...it’s not me he’s running from.
Burned into his flesh is the heartbreaking reminder of a tragedy—the aftermath he has suffered through for decades.
With the next Moon Dance in Lake Crescent, my honor—my duty—will take me right into Sorin’s pack. Can he leave behind a past that haunts him and look to a future with me?
Acknowledgements
MY ENDLESS GRATITUDE to...
Laurie London, for three-hour phone calls that never seem to last long enough.
Shelley Harper, for her invaluable advice and butt-kickin’ skills...I mean...pep talks.
Rie Langdon, once again, for her meticulous editing and lovely comments that never failed to bring tears to my eyes, just so much of everything else she does so well.
Patricia Schmitt, aka Pickyme, for my incredible cover art and putting up with my ‘pickyme’ side.
Jennifer at Romance Rehab, for steering me in the right direction when I’d much rather avoid the detour into Blurb Zone.
Kathy and Heather and Marianne, and the original Gutter Gals from the Lex, who cheer me on daily.
And as always, Janna, because, yeah...Every. Single. Page.
To my wonderful husband.
Also to my daughters, who started me on this writing path
by falling in love with a book I ended up buying three freaking copies of,
