by Michelle Fox
Syn shrugged. “Let’s get this place cleaned up, if we plan to open any time soon.” She didn’t so much as walk, but sashay across the blood-and-dirt filled room, carefully stepping over bodies as if it were an everyday occurrence and she was the queen of the castle.
“Um, baby, do you dress like that?” He tilted his head in the direction the other woman had disappeared.
Lyric laughed. “I’m not sure where she found those shorts. I think they’re from like ninth grade, but they got the response she was looking for.”
“If you mean she has her brother ready to rip every man’s head off and Bodhi’s blood vessel in his right temple ready to explode, then, yes, mission accomplished.”
They worked as a team cleaning up the mess left behind from the fight. He was surprised when the fallen wolves didn’t shift back to men, until Kellen explained if you died in your shifted form then that was how you stayed. The biggest problem with that was they were unable to learn their identities, making the question of why they were attacked an unsolved issue.
“Did you find Taya?” Lyric asked as they loaded up into his big truck.
Rowan turned to look at the bar, a scowl on his face. “Yeah, she’s a little worse for wear, but she’ll recover.”
Lyric shook her head. “Xan cares about her, but she’s not his mate. I’m glad she’s okay. She’ll probably head back home to Mystic, South Dakota. That’s where she’s originally from.”
“Is there another pack there?” Rowan asked, thinking he really needed to learn more.
“Yes. I don’t know all the details, just that she has family there.”
Rowan felt sorry for the other woman, but his first worry was for his own mate.
He wanted to get her back to his place and shower the stink of fighting and death off both of them before he made love to her. He’d heard the word mate bandied about, saw the flash of fear in Lyric’s eyes every time. Rowan knew what it meant on some levels. His own mind had flashed the word to him earlier. His wolf wanted her and no other, and so did he. They both needed to let their woman know she was it for them. Mate. She was their mate. Their woman. His wolf settled as he accepted it.
Rowan laced his fingers through hers. They’d both washed their hands and faces, however, their clothes, and everything from their necks to their toes, were covered in dirt and grime.
When he pulled into the garage, Lyric’s fingers loosened, but his tightened, pulling her across the seat and out his door. After the night he’d had, the fear of what could’ve happened to her, Rowan wasn’t sure he could let Lyric out of his sight for the foreseeable future. She didn’t seem to mind, wrapping her legs around his waist as he maneuvered them through his quiet home. His bare feet left traces of what they’d been through on the tile and wood. How he’d explain the mess to his housekeeper, he had no clue, nor did he care.
Ignoring the big bed that dominated his bedroom, he carried his precious woman into his en suite. The luxurious room was one he’d spared no expense on.
“Do you like this outfit, darling?”
“Oh, fuck, no. Get it off me.” Lyric locked her legs around his waist, pulling her T-shirt off, trusting him to hold her up.
The tiled shower drew him, but he could also picture setting her on the double vanity with the mirror behind it. The height would be perfect for him to sit Lyric on the edge while he fucked her, or he could bend her over and watch her expression in the mirror as he pounded into her from behind.
“What has that look on your face?” Lyric bit at his lower lip.
Rowan captured her mouth with his own, telling her in explicit detail what he’d imagined doing to her.
“Holy fuck me running. You keep that shit up and I’m liable to come in my panties.”
A growl escaped at her words, and the smell of her arousal let him know she was telling the truth. Rowan used his strength to unlock her feet from behind him, stripping the remaining clothes from both of them. “Why, you little liar. You don’t have any panties on.” He swatted her behind. The playful tap had the fleshy little cheek bouncing. A pink flush covered her face.
“Oopsie, I must have left them back at the clubhouse.” She blinked over her shoulder at him, smiling playfully.
Damn, he loved her and her dirty mouth. “In you go.” He watched her look at the large, decadent shower with the wide shelf built into one wall. When he’d had the blueprints drawn up, he’d had it designed with the sole purpose of sex in mind. The builder had raised his eyebrows, probably doing a little math and coming up with the exact height of Rowan, but he didn’t care. He’d wanted to be able to set his wife on the ledge, and be at the perfect height to slide between her legs.
With a press of a few buttons, the multi-head showers came on, and he allowed a few minutes for the water to warm up before he settled Lyric in front of them. Taking the time to wash her and then himself nearly killed him. Her breathing had turned into little pants.
His mate was clean, and his dick twitched to be inside her. He sat her on the platform, wedging his hips between her legs. Her pussy was right there, glistening with arousal all for him.
“Mate. I like it. No.” He shook his head, water droplets flying. “I love that word. From what I know about wolves, that means life. Right?” His cock poised at her entrance. Her startled gasp had him smiling.
Chapter Seven
Lyric reached out and touched the rough jaw of her mate. He knew about their status. She inhaled and tested the air smelling nothing but truth. It felt wonderful to be able to brush her finger over his skin. The heat of longing rose in both of them, from their connection it increased her arousal.
A wondrous look came into his black eyes. She’d put that look there.
“You gonna do something with that big boy, or you just planning on teasing me?” She gestured toward the twitching dick between her thighs; her fingers brushed the head.
He crowded her, forcing her back against the wall. His dominance didn’t scare Lyric. His cock nudged against her opening, pressing forward and then retreating. He seemed intent on torturing her slowly as he loomed over her, those midnight dark eyes of his staring down as his body took possession of her.
Their bodies welcomed each other, just as their wolves did. She could feel her wolf relaxing, that constant war, an itch to get out after a scary situation, needing a way to burn off the excess energy dissipating under Rowan’s love.
“I love you, Rowan. You don’t have to say it back. For wolves it’s different than humans, but I have to say it or I’ll explode.” She couldn’t stop the words from flowing out of her mouth any more than she could stop a hurricane.
Rowan’s mouth dropped open as if he wasn’t sure what to say or maybe her words had shocked him.
She shook her head, tears clogging her throat. “Please fuck me.”
He pulled out, despite her tight grip around him. “Holy shit, woman. I’m head over ass in love with you.” He punctuated each word with a slam of his cock into her.
She gasped, his actions were so swift and his words so startling she couldn’t protest either of them. The sound of wet bodies slapping increased in tempo. Her eyes watered, ecstasy and happiness combined lighting every inch of her being and making her feel more alive than ever. She wasn’t sure where she began and he ended, but one thing she did know, he was it for her.
He took control as her orgasm washed over her, his mouth latched onto her nipple, making her arch into him. The water pounded around them, but she felt positively sheltered from it, surrounded by him as she was. When he licked her nipple then bit down on the tender flesh, Lyric swore she saw stars behind her closed eyelids, like he knew just what to do to make her body come alive for him.
Holding onto control by a thread, she wanted to feel him coming with her. She pried her eyes open, feeling him swell deep within her as his movements never ceased. His hips slammed back and forth, swiveling, pressing her against the tile, making Lyric feel helpless and small yet protected from the world.
When he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as the first, she gave up, mini quakes shaking her body. She locked her legs around his waist holding on for all that she was worth.
His big cock pounded inside her, and then he was kissing her. Lips and tongue plundering. She couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t imagine a time she ever would. She slid her tongue along his, wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved his finger down her stomach.
“You’re so tight, so hot. I want to feel you come around me. Come with me.”
Trapped between the man she loved and the tile wall, she finally felt like she was home. Lyric had found a mate, an accidental mate who loved her and made her feel safe.
Rowan covered her from head to toe, seated to the hilt, he pulled back and thrust back in. Over and over again. His cock rubbed the G-spot inside while his finger brushed her clit. He had her ready, body primed, and her orgasm threatening to go off any moment.
“With you. I want to come with you,” she panted.
His mouth came down on hers again, his tongue seeking entrance, fucking into her mouth in the same rhythm as their bodies. His hands on the cheeks of her ass were almost bruising, forcing her to ride the beat he set up.
Lyric’s nails bit into his shoulders as the pressure built, and finally he pushed her over the edge.
Rowan released her lips, roaring out his own release. She felt his cock stretching her, his semen spilling inside her, and still he stayed seated deep within long after the last of his come had left his body, shudders racking them both.
His hands stroked over her body. “Did I hurt you?”
She felt pleasantly sore and a little weak from exhaustion, but hurt was the last thing she was. “I’m pretty sure I left deep scratches on you, babe.” Her pussy did feel a little stretched but eager for more. Her hand lifted to run across his scalp, she watched his eyes close like a domesticated kitten. She laughed.
“Why are you laughing?” he mock growled.
“I just thought you looked like a sweet kitten.”
Rowan hummed. “Well, I do like to lick cream.” His tongue came out.
Lyric giggled, then whispered his name when he dropped to his knees, placing both of her feet on his shoulders, and proceeded to show her his version of what a kitten would do.
Lying in his large bed, Lyric thought about her best friend, Syn. Their plans had been carefully laid out until Rowan had come barreling in, or out as was the case, the bar door. She wondered what her friend was doing and if she was truly okay with Lyric’s recently mated status.
Rowan stirred, his head rising from her chest. “I must not have done a very good job if you’re awake before me.”
A smile curved her lips. The man had more stamina than a teenage boy. “Trust me, my love, you will hear no complaints from me.”
He stroked his palm down her arm. “Then what has put those frown lines on your forehead?”
She wrinkled her nose at his description. “Puh-lease, don’t tell me I’m getting wrinkles. I was just thinking about Syn.”
Her mate snickered. “Again, I must not be doing a very good job if you’re thinking about someone else in my bed.”
Hiding a smile behind her hand, Lyric ran her thigh up Rowan’s. “Wow, does someone need a little convincing he’s all that and a bag of chips?”
Rowan huffed and rolled to his back, his dick hard as a spike, almost touching his belly button. “It’s not me who needs convincing.”
Lyric knelt, grasping his dick. “Oh, really. Who needs convincing?”
“He does.” Rowan nodded at his cock.
She couldn’t help it; she laughed out loud.
“Hey, it’s not my fault. You know most men have two brains. This one and that one.” He pointed at his head and then gripped his hand over hers, showing her the pressure he liked. “However, now I have a wolf inside me. I guess that means I have three.”
Lyric had a feeling Rowan was going to use his manly attributes to his advantage, and she couldn’t wait. She let him lead her hand up and down his shaft, loving how relaxed she was with him already. A drop of pearly fluid beaded on the tip. As she bent to taste his essence, he gripped her hair in his hand and held it back. She turned to watch him while she swiped her tongue across the mushroom-shaped head. His flavor burst across her tongue.
“Mmmm, breakfast in bed.” Lyric licked him.
“Flip around, and we can both enjoy a little snack.”
Her stomach flipped.
“I’ve never done that.” She looked up at Rowan.
* * * *
Rowan could smell her arousal, loved it, and wanted to smell it every day for the rest of his life. He helped her maneuver over him, her perfect pussy pink and wet, her cream dripping down her thighs. He swiped his tongue up her inner leg, capturing as much as he could before moving up to lick at her pussy. His sweet mate took him into her mouth, trying to make him blow, but he was made of sterner stuff.
He let his tongue trace circles around her labia, loving the unique flavor. Her tight cunt constricted as he fucked her with his mouth, her little mewling moans egging him on. He used his thumbs to hold her open, swiping back and forth, licking at her clit in quick yet not quite satisfying motions. Her cries and pleas went straight to his cock.
He’d planned to play with her, to extend their play, however Lyric had other plans. She used her mouth and hands, twisting them in tight fists, taking him to the root, all the way to the soft part at the back of her throat and swallowing.
He pulled her farther down onto his face, spreading her thighs wider so he could fuck his tongue up into her, his chin brushing her clit, sending her hips moving against his face. He pushed her up, dragged the flat of his tongue across her engorged clit, and pressed his thumb against her back hole, pressing down and stimulating the nerves back there.
She was on the edge, her thighs quivering.
He licked her from clit to ass, rubbing his thumb across her anus, knowing she’d never had a man there either, sucking one labia into his mouth and then the other. Pressing one then two fingers into her pussy, curving them up and finding her special spot. He pulled her clit into his mouth, felt the first pulse of her orgasm strum through her, and fucked and sucked until he felt the last twitch of her body. When she stopped squirming against his tongue, face, and fingers, he was surrounded by Lyric. Her taste, her scent, and her body.
His cock was ready to burst, but he was fine with it. His mate, on the other hand, was not.
“Oh, I think you have a boo boo,” his mate murmured, and a gush of air blew across the tip of his dick. He hadn’t even realized she’d released him.
He was ready to come within seconds of her tongue playing with his cockhead. There were no light sucking passes. No, his mate took him straight to the back of her throat and swallowed, her hands balanced on his thick thighs. He couldn’t help but rub his nose in her pussy.
Over and over, she bobbed on his dick, using her tongue like she would if she were riding his cock, fucking him with her mouth. She sucked him down again, and all coherent thought fled his brain.
“Shit, I’m going to…”
Her hand tightened on him, the other gripped his balls. Any chance of pulling out evaporated. Lyric milked him of his seed, drinking him down and then licking him clean.
He felt utterly spent.
Lyric climbed off him, twisting until her head lay on his chest. “Best breakfast, ever.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and then heard her stomach growl. “Come on. I think I can whip us up something else to eat.”
She made him weak in the best way possible. As he watched her get up and saw her wince, he knew he hadn’t been the tenderest of lovers, but he didn’t regret one moment. He’d just take extra care with her today, and tonight. The sparkle in her eyes as she turned to look at him had him hard all over again. “If you don’t quit looking at me like that, I’ll have your ass lubed up and take you there.”
“I’m going to take a quick shower and meet you in the kitchen in five.” She held up her hand.
Heat lit up her features; arousal filled the air. It took everything in him to slip on a pair of sweats and leave Lyric in his bedroom.
Seated at his state-of-the-art kitchen counter was Syn. He looked around, wondering how his mate’s best friend had gotten into his home. The gorgeous woman wore a much more appropriate outfit than she’d had on the night before. Her shapely legs were crossed Indian style on the barstool as she watched him stroll into the room.
“Thank God. I thought you two were gonna fuck like bunnies for days or some shit.” She held a paper cup from one of the local coffee shops in her hand. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t smelled the fresh brew.
“How the hell did you get in?” Rowan pulled the fridge door open. If the woman was there to kill him, he figured she’d already have done it.
Syn sniffed. “Puh-lease, you think your little alarm system could keep one such as I out.”
Whatever else he would have said or asked was lost beneath the feminine squeals. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for whatever trouble his mate and Syn had up their sleeves. The image of the huge man named Bodhi popped into his head. He was a newly mated male after all. Didn’t he deserve a honeymoon or some shit?
“I so don’t like that look, Mr. Shade,” Lyric said.
Syn clapped. “Oh my gawd. We can totally say and mean it while crowd surfing, Hey, we’re throwing Shade.”
A roaring started in his ears. “There will be no crowd surfing, mate.”
Lyric patted his head. “Yes, dear.”
Rowan grabbed Lyric around the waist, nibbling her neck where he’d marked her. “There will be no more accidents where you’re concerned, if I have anything to say about it.”
The End
About Elle Boon
Elle Boon lives in Middle-Merica as she likes to say…with her husband, two kids, and a black lab who is more like a small pony. She’d never planned to be a writer, but when life threw her a curve, she swerved with it, since she’s athletically challenged. She’s known for saying “Bless Your Heart” and dropping lots of F-bombs, but she loves where this new journey has taken her.
