by S. K. Yule
“So fucking wet and hot.” He retreated then thrust deep again, coaxing a whimper from her lips. “I could stay inside you for the rest of my life.” He bit down on her shoulder, careful not to break the skin.
“Landon!”
“Yesss. Scream my name. Never forget how much pleasure we can bring to one another.” He slammed up into her again, increasing the rhythm of his undulating hips.
She tugged at the arm he still held imprisoned behind her, and he released her. Pushing back, he groaned when he slipped from inside her. She spun around and went to her knees, reaching for him. A second later, she took his hard cock into her mouth, licking and sucking until he grunted with each shallow thrust of his hips.
“Krista!” he said between clenched teeth, but she didn’t relent, taking him even deeper down her throat. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he barked.
When she still refused to relent, he reached down, picked her up, urged her legs around his waist then impaled her once again.
“Back there.” She pointed to where the small bedroom was.
Each step bounced her over his hardness, causing them to groan in unison. When they made it to the small bed, he tumbled her to her back and continued to thrust into her. Reaching above her, he gripped the wooden headboard and took up a hard, fast stroking that stole the breath from her lungs. She wrapped her legs around him as each plunge pushed her up the mattress.
The pressure in her body made her skin hurt, and a fine sheen of sweat covered her as she peered up at his beautifully sculpted arms. Each slam of his hips made his biceps bulge. When she looked at his face, she sucked in a sharp breath. He watched her, intense pleasure burning in the depths of his eyes.
“Come for me, Krista.”
As though her body was his to command, her inner muscles clenched down hard around him. Two more thrusts, and the pressure burst, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. She screamed out until her throat was hoarse then whimpered as the overwhelming aftershocks of pleasures shook her.
Seconds later, every muscle in his body tightened as his release overtook him. Hot jets of his seed spurted with each short, hard thrust, while he grunted with each stroke. As both of their climaxes began to ebb, he slowed the rhythm until he barely moved inside her. But every shift, every slide of his cock, dragged along over-sensitized nerves, making her quiver in the bliss of the aftermath of pleasure.
“I missed you so much.” He kissed her on the forehead. Rolling to his side, he pulled her with him, tucking her against him.
“Don’t do that to me again,” she said.
He leaned up and looked down at her. “Um, what?”
She laughed and swatted him on the shoulder. “Leave.”
“Shew. You had me really worried there for a minute.” He chuckled.
“Ha ha.” She turned her head to stare up at him. “I mean it. If you ever make me upset and worried like that again, I will kick your ass.”
He kissed her. “Sugar, if I upset or worry you like that again, I’ll let you kick my ass.”
She rolled over, placed her palm against his chest, and pushed him until he shifted onto his back. After straddling him, she traced a trail over his rock-hard abs. Something else is getting rock hard again, too. She smiled down at him as she wiggled her bottom across his growing erection.
“By the way, I haven’t had enough yet.”
He raised one brow. “Then by all means, I’m here to please.”
“This time, it’s my ride to control,” she said as she pushed his arms above his head and guided his hands to the headboard. “Don’t move.” She leaned down, circled, then nipped his small, flat nipple with her tongue.
He whistled under his breath. “How can I argue with that logic?”
Within seconds, all playfulness was gone and every nip and lick of her tongue elicited a growl, grunt, or groan from him. By the time she worked her way down to his cock, it was standing at full, glorious attention. She looked up at him, gave him a sultry grin, then pushed her breasts together, gripping his penis between them.
His lids widened, she stroked up and down, and his mouth fell open on a gasp. By his reaction, he didn’t mind one bit that she was in control this round. After a few more thrusts, she took him into her mouth, first sucking on the crown, then licking a path along the prominent vein that ran the length of him, down to his balls, and back again. Palming his sac, she took her time pleasuring him with her mouth and tongue.
“You’re going to kill me for sure this time, sugar,” he said before clenching his jaw.
“I sure hope not. I still have plans for you.” Kissing her way up his abdomen, she straddled him again, placing her palms on his chest for leverage and impaled herself on his thick shaft. He filled her completely, stretching her, sliding along every nerve ending, coaxing her body into a sizzling burn. She rode him, slow and deep, until they were both panting.
“You feel incredible, sugar.”
She arched and came down on him again, her ass smacking the tops of his thighs. “Move your hands now and take me hard and fast.”
Without hesitation, he sat up, gripped her by the hips, tossed her onto her back then pushed her knees toward her shoulders, opening her wide. With one hard thrust, he was deeper than she thought possible.
“Landon!” Damn, the man knew how to make her feel good.
Twining his fingers with hers, he pinned her hands to the mattress as he began pounding into her. Within seconds, they were both crying out their release.
Later, she lay draped over his chest, listening to the soothing, steady beat of his heart under her ear.
“You make me happy,” she whispered before kissing his chest.
He hugged her tighter, holding her secure against him. “You make me happy, too. I love you. More than anything in this world. I wish I never made you doubt that.”
“I don’t think I ever doubted that you loved me. I only worried that you would never find a way to let go of your guilt, and unless you did, I knew the odds were stacked against us.”
“You’re right. In the end, you’re the one who made me put the past behind me. I never had a good enough reason to do it before. It seemed I was happy to wallow in my own self-pity and guilt. But I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. Being miserable in my guilt was nothing compared to facing the rest of my life without you,” he said.
“I haven’t gotten a chance to tell you that I’ll be building a house here next spring or summer, after the sanctuary is complete. I have the basic plans drawn up, but I would love to look them over with you and make any changes you’d like,” she said.
“I would love to design our home with you. I’ll help with the finances, as well.”
“I didn’t ask you to.”
“You didn’t have to. We’re together now. I’ll do my part and more when you will allow it.” He frowned. “I have this feeling that I’ll have to be sneaky about the and more since you are one stubborn woman.”
“Not true at all. I don’t have a problem with you doing the dishes, and cleaning the house, and—” She laughed when he tickled her ribs.
Rolling her to her back, he nestled his hips between her thighs. “And do you have a problem with me making love to you constantly? Because you know I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you from now on. Every time we are alone, every time we aren’t alone and no one is paying attention, every time—”
She covered his lips with her hand. “I get it. Let me think.” She pursed her lips into a pout then smiled up at him. “Nope. Don’t think I have a problem with that. As long as you understand I get to have my wicked way with you anytime I want, as well.”
“Sugar, I’m yours. Anytime. Anywhere. All you have to do is say the word.”
She reached between them and encircled his growing cock. “Maybe I don’t need words to convey my intentions,” she whispered.
He groaned. “No. You definitely do not. Your intentions are quite clear.”
He pul
led her hand from between them and held it to the mattress before easing inside her. Bending his head, he nipped then licked one nipple before doing the same to the other.
“I believe I can convey my intentions without words, too,” he murmured, before thrusting his hips.
She moaned. “Yes. Yes you can. I love you.”
“I love you too, sugar. Forever.”
Epilogue
The quiet ceremony they held for Landon’s mother was beautiful. Krista and Brady stood behind Landon, Nyssa, Thomas, Dylan, and Garrett as they each scooped some of the ashes from the urn.
When the sun began to sink into the horizon, all five of them released the ashes into the air. The soft breeze carried them over the rocky ledge toward the thick woods and stream below.
Krista sniffed, and Brady took her hand.
“Are you truly happy, sister?”
“I am,” she whispered.
“Then you have my blessing,” Brady said.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she hugged her brother. “Thank you. I love you, and our new family, even the ones who are sometimes a pain in the butt.” She eyed Landon’s other brothers.
Brady smiled. “It is nice to have more family.”
“I’m glad you’re happy too. You deserve it. You’ve done so much for me, have given up so much. Thank you.”
“I didn’t give up anything. I love you, and I would do anything for you.”
“I know that, but don’t deny to me that you sacrificed your own happiness at times, especially in the beginning.” She shushed him when he started to talk. “No. Just accept this from me, okay? Thank you.”
After a few silent moments, he inclined his head.
When the ashes had fully dissipated, Landon walked toward Krista and held his hand out to her. She accepted it without hesitation and smiled when Brady did the same to Nyssa. Together, as a family, they returned home. While the occasion had been sad, it marked a new beginning for them all.
A happy beginning with endless possibilities...
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Later that night, Dylan sat in the big living area watching his family. The laughter filled the room on a continuous basis, and he was glad to be a part of it. It had been a long time since he’d really felt like he was part of a family.
He and his brothers had stuck together after his mother’s death for the most part, but their bond had been fractured. He’d made a stupid mistake where Nyssa was concerned, but he’d paid for it now, and he’d never betray any of his family again—even due to good intentions.
That’s not entirely true now, is it? Anger shot through him. He was mad at himself for feeling the way he did. He shouldn’t be jealous of his own brother, but fuck if he could help it. Every time he looked at Landon and Krista together, he longed for a woman like her. She was beautiful, intelligent, and loved his brother more than anything.
And he had no doubt that Landon would give his life for her. He wasn’t callous or such an asshole that he’d come on to Krista or anything like that, he just wished he’d been the lucky bastard that had ended up with her.
Now that they’d properly lain their mother to rest, he supposed he had to have something else to feel guilty over. Why not let that be jealousy over his own damn brother’s happiness? He was pathetic.
He made his rounds and hugged Nyssa and congratulated Landon and Krista on their new engagement before putting on his coat and heading outside. Letting his cat run always cleared his head and emotions, and the cold night was perfect for it.
Brady had given him, Landon, Garrett, and Thomas permission to build houses on his property if they so wished, and he’d taken him up on the offer. Several miles away, stood a clearing where he planned to start building a log cabin. It would take several months, as he planned to cut the trees by hand and do everything himself. If he hadn’t had to do his little stint in Sanctuary with the lycan, he’d have had it half done by now.
Shrugging out of his clothes, he shifted and began running through the dark woods. It was my own damn fault. Besides, it really hadn’t been as bad as he thought it would be or as he made it out to be to the others. He’d met some good people and learned how to control his rash emotions. He wouldn’t necessarily call himself a hothead, just more of someone who ran with what he felt instead of thinking things over first.
As he came into the clearing, the full moon cast an ethereal glow over the spot his cabin would one day set. A rustling from the bushes to his left caught his attention. Probably a deer or other animal. Then he froze as a keening cry rose in the air.
What the fuck? He eased closer. The scent of a woman tickled his nose, and his protective instincts kicked into high gear. Just as he reached the bushes, a figure cloaked in a dark coat and hood rose from behind the foliage with a drawn bow. Protective instincts quickly switched to survival instincts, and he leaped to the left with the intention of fleeing for cover, but before he reached safety, an arrow pierced his left hip, embedding deep into the muscle.
His leg gave out, but he gained his footing. The game had just changed. Now he had no choice but to take out the enemy before he got another shot in, not to mention whoever this person was, was on Brady’s property, and a threat to his nearby family and possibly the woman he had scented moments before.
Dylan twisted his body, and used every ounce of muscle to spring toward his attacker. As the shooter drew another arrow out and placed it across the bow, he crashed into his chest, knocking him to the ground and the weapon from his hand. Dylan clamped his jaws over the shooter’s throat.
The predator in him had no qualms about crushing the shooter’s windpipe, but the human in him paused.
“Do it now, you worthless son of a bitch.”
The raspy voice surprised him. Female. The game had just changed again. The woman he scented was not being pursued, she was the enemy.
The End
About the Author
S. K. Yule’s love for reading started in high school, and finally inspired her to try her hand at writing. Once an outlet was discovered for an over-active, and at times overwhelming, imagination a passion for creating stories for others to enjoy was born.
You will most often find S. K. Yule tapping away on her laptop in her farmhouse located in a tiny Midwestern town with a population of one hundred and fifty. She lives with her real-life hero, her husband, and plans to have the happily ever ending with him that she so often writes about.
Her spoiled rotten children consist of three yorkies, Potter, Stimpy, & Georgia, one miniature schnauzer, Jada, and a loveable half min pin/sheltie mix, Reese.
S. K. Yule’s previously published works include:
Darkest Hours, Darkest Book I
Darkest Desires, Darkest Book II
Darkest Intentions, Darkest Book III
Darkest Risings, Darkest Book IV
Lycan Lover
Lycan Lust
Lycan It
Lycan Heat
Lycan Vengeance
Lycan Christmas
Lycan Contempt
Lycan Redemption
Demon Scorned
Jericho’s Revenge
Breaking the Cowboy
Three Lovers for Lucy
Second Chances
Melandra’s Men
Paranormals Anonymous
Lynx on the Run
S. K. Yule loves to hear from readers and other authors/writers. You can find more information about her and contact information at:
www.skyule.com
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