by T. A. Grey
His pecs were made from handwork and grit. His shoulders were packed, cut, and lean and his biceps were rounded with strength. A light spattering of black hair ran down the center of his chest—something she loved to pet when they were in bed together. That wispy trail disappeared in the band of his worn-in jeans. Cocking his legs open, Vane basked in her attention as he flicked open the button of his jeans. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled down the zipper. Sarina bit her lip in anticipation. Her legs squirmed back and forth as her excitement grew.
Thinking she’d liked to speed things up a bit, her mate could be quite the tease after all, she slowly began to tug the bottom of her negligee up her thighs.
Vane’s gaze raptly moved to watch her performance. Eager and hot, his fixed stare was all for her. Knowing he liked to look at her, to watch her, Sarina gently and with all the time in the world, spread her legs open for him. Vane fisted his jeans—all but forgetting what he’d been doing.
Now that she had him nice and distracted, she finished pulling the gown up to her hips. She wore nothing underneath. Absolutely nothing. And Vane just realized this. Growling, his musky mating scent, thick like vanilla, began to permeate the air. His erection strained against his jeans, trying to shove past his waistband as if to get her.
Bare, pink, and wet for him, Sarina showed him everything as her knees slowly bent back to create a cradle for him.
“I’m awfully cold,” she said.
Clearing his throat, his chest flushing a deep shade of red, Vane shoved his jeans down his thighs with exaggerated movements. “Oh yeah? I got a fix for that.” His voice had dropped an octave, a sound that made her shiver.
“And what would that be?”
He wiped his mouth and dropped down to crawl towards her. “You’re about to find out.”
Sarina could see it in his eyes already—he was going to slowly torture her until she was begging for release—and even then he wasn’t going to give it to her until she was good and ready. But that’s the last thing she wanted right now. Not with how anxious she felt. She wanted hard and hot and fast. So, when Vane neared, Sarina wrapped an arm around her mate’s neck and they became locked in a wet kiss. A ravenous sharing of heat and tongue. Moaning, Sarina braced herself and locked her legs around her mate’s waist before taking him by surprise and rolling him beneath her.
“Ooof!” His eyes flew open.
Up above him, her legs spread wide to make room for his thick waist, Sarina breathed deeply as she slowly began to lift the dress up and over her head. It didn’t take long for her mate’s raspy, warm hands to run up her stomach to catch her aching breasts, a move which made her shiver. Her breath caught and she began and writhing in a sensual rhythm above his groin, preparing for the act to come.
“I can smell your heat,” Vane growled huskily. Plucking at her turgid nipples, his other hand dipped to stroke her thigh. His grasp growing firmer, more ardent.
Sarina’s mouth fell open as she bent low over her mate and met his mouth in a starving kiss. Her tongue glided along his to suckle and sweep. Moans emanated from her throat.
The first gentle stroke between the cradle of her thighs made her coo. The feather-light touches soothed her into a delirium of pleasure. Sarina’s hips wriggled madly for her mate’s touch. Her core throbbed with need, the need to be filled by her mate’s cock, the need to be pumped full with his seed and held in his secure arms. Her bud ached, swollen with nerve endings craving a gentle rubbing. Yet he remained ever vigilant not to give her what she needed, but to continue to tease her with what could be.
Sarina tore her mouth away from his and trailed rapid-fire, open-mouthed kisses down her mate’s chest. She licked his nipples and ran her hands up and down his flank. His hipbones teased her until she grabbed them too and placed a kiss to each.
“Sarina,” Vane groaned, throwing his head back as his hips arched against her.
His cock strained straight and hard for her, like an arrow awaiting a soft sheathe to pierce. And hers was ready for him, supple as goose down. The crown of his cock was flushed darkly with color, his shaft standing upright like an iron pole. Sarina grasped him in her hand and rubbed her cheek against his long, long length. Hands surged into her hair to hold on for dear life as his hips already pumped against her for more.
If he wanted to tease, then she’d show him how it’s done. And then she’d get what she wanted.
Pre-come dripped from the tip of his velvety-soft cock. Gently she pumped him in her fist, working his manhood with loving strokes. She loved having him at her mercy. His big strong body writhed for her. It made her feel as powerful as a goddess, strong as any warrior. He was putty for her, all because of her hands and touch.
A lick here and there and she wetted the spongy tip of his shaft and suckled the pre-come from him. Familiar fingertips massaged her scalp as she made a vise with her jaw and slid him into the tight ring of her lips, coating him wetly with her tongue. Husky groans filled her ears and fueled her to carry on. Pumping the base of his cock with her fist, she used power from her mouth to encase him. She tasted his musky essence, so pure and sexy, it delighted her senses. The vibrations from her moans shivered over him and she heard his breath catch.
His sac was pulled tight and firm, hot to the touch as her free hand palmed him.
“Lumara,” he warned huskily. “If you don’t let up now you’re going to get a mouth full.”
Chuckling wickedly Sarina pulled back so she could speak. “A mouth full of what, sweetheart?”
He gave her a dark look.
They both knew exactly what it’d be a mouth full of.
The naughty thought only made her hand twitch faster, working him into a frenzy as she molded his tight sac in her other hand. She’d done this numerous times in the past. Sometimes she’d catch his pent-up release in her mouth and drink in the delightful taste, other times she’d stroke him to fruition and watch white-hot come splatter across his chest…or onto hers.
But that wasn’t for tonight. Spending his seed uselessly was the last thing she wanted.
His groans became erratic and increasing in frequency as her mouth once again swallowed him. Sliding up and down she brought him into a rhythm meant for only one thing—climaxing. His cock pulsed in her hand. His crown throbbed for several beats and that’s when she knew he was close. So close that if she didn’t stop, she would in fact get a spray of her mate’s seed down the back of her loving throat.
That’s when she retreated and climbed up and over her lover’s supine form. Dazed and aroused, her mate could only lie there in an impassioned daze as she mounted him, grabbing his cock and centering him to her wet core. She prodded her damp folds with his shaft, coating him with her own creamy essences.
“I was trying to take this slow,” Vane muttered in a husky voice.
“Which is precisely why I took charge, my love.”
Raspy laughter followed, as she sunk down on his length. Her mouth opened and eyes slid closed as his manhood spread her tight muscles and filled her to depths that only he could. Flesh to flesh she rocked her pelvis against him and braced her hands on his chest as soft gasps escaped her throat.
“Oh, Vane,” she moaned, throwing her head back.
His cock stroked sensitive nerve endings inside her making her inner walls pulsate and tremble around his thick girth.
His strong hands found her hips and stroke her thighs, cupped her breasts, and eventually settled back on her hips to help her rock against him. Her toes curled. He felt delightful inside her. It wouldn’t take long for her to implode, that much she knew. She was already too swollen, too pent-up for him.
She didn’t really know if this lovemaking session meant he’d finish inside her or not, but at this point, she didn’t care. She just wanted to be with her mate and show him how much she loved him, through thick and thin, for ever and ever.
Bracing herself on one hand her fingertips found her smooth, shaved center as she rode him. Her movements became urge
nt at the first touch to her ultra-sensitive bud. She keened a high-pitched sound and rasped Vane’s name out loud.
“Take it nice and slow, baby. Wanna see you come apart on me.”
She tried to listen to him. To ride him slowly in measured movements while gently circling her tender bud—but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t.
No matter how hard she tried, her breaths turned into pants and her nipples tightened into unbearable points as her stomach muscles clenched roughly. Her hips started thrusting faster as her fingers delved over her needy bud rapidly.
“Ah, hell,” he cursed darkly, voice sounding like he’d chewed nails and spit them out. “You’re not gonna last another minute,” he gritted out.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she panted, her mouth falling open.
Sure enough, he was right. As usual.
Her sex began to ripple with ecstasy. Steady, sucking trembling sensations that grew in wavelength and strength until she was riding Vane like a bull rider at a tournament. Cries escaped her as she furiously rubbed her little bud. Vane’s strong hands guided her hips roughly, all the while grunting and urging her movements on.
Sarina came in an explosion that blinded her. She cried out, squeezing Vane’s pec in a biting grip as her muscles bore down on him and shook and shook and shook. He didn’t try to mute her cries. He didn’t try to stop her. He simply kept pumping her hips against his to prolong the pleasure.
“Gonna…aww, fuck. Yeeeeeah!” Vane grunted.
And then she felt it. Thick, pulsating sensations throbbing inside her. His cock swelled in that oh-so-familiar way. Vane’s grip became nearly bruising as he held onto her, his hips surging against hers as he came in thick, jetting bursts inside her.
Sarina laughed wildly, completely out of breath, dazed and blissfully happy. “There it is.”
Her mate laughed richly, his eyes still unable to open. “I’d say so. I haven’t come that hard in a while.”
Leaning down, she kissed his cheek. “That’s because you haven’t finished inside me in that long.”
“Didn’t realize I’ve been missing out. I can’t move a muscle.”
Delighted to no end, Sarina snuggled him and closed her eyes. Already exhaustion came over her from a very long day.
“Are we going to sleep down here?” she asked before letting loose a big yawn.
“Yeah, I don’t think I could make it upstairs if I wanted to.” He rolled over and pulled her against his body.
“Fine with me but don’t forget,” she reminded him, “we have to go to Rome and Alicia’s place tomorrow for the after-Christmas Christmas party.”
He groaned lousily. “Do we have to?”
Laughing, she nodded. “Yes, we have to. You’re the Alpha of the pack, aren’t you?”
“Times like this I don’t want to be.”
“I know, baby, but you look so cute in your snowman sweaters.”
Growling, Vane tickled her and kissed her roughly until they both calmed down.
And that’s how she fell asleep on Christmas night.
Chapter Five
Sarina’s eyelids fluttered open. Judging by the crackle of the fireplace and the hands roaming over her body, and the sun having yet to grace her windows, she figured it was still deep into Christmas night. And Vane was obviously quite up and ready.
His hands molded her breasts and his mouth engulfed her nipple to suck and pull. “Sorry to wake you,” he grumbled against her flesh. His voice expressed that he was clearly not sorry in the least. “Gotta get inside you, lumara. Been sitting here for an hour, driving me crazy with your scent.”
“A whole hour and you managed to only make me until now?” She was immensely impressed his patience.
“Didn’t know if I should enter you, then wake you or wake you, then enter you.”
Turning her onto her side, Vane pressed his warm chest against her back and lifted her left leg up and over his own. Moaning at his sensuous touch, Sarina closed her eyes and let the pleasure come. Now it was Vane’s turn to do all the work, so to speak.
“I see you finally made a decision,” she replied breathlessly.
On a groan he squeezed his hard cock inside her tight sheathe. She was still wet and damp. Instantly nerve-ending shot awake and her breath caught.
“Yeah, I did.” His voice was but a grunt of masculine sound.
His thrusts were driving and thorough. His hips slapped against her cheeks making an erotic sound to her ears. His heavy breaths panted in her ear, spurring her on even further.
“If you want a baby, I’m going to have to start coming in you all the time.”
That sounded like a promise if ever she heard one. Giggling, she smiled and told him she agreed.
“Good, because we’re starting right now,” he told her.
He held her hip in his hand and cradled his other arm around her body to play sporadically with her breast, as if it was an after thought. His cock was a tight fit, shooting like a piston in and out of her. At times his mouth would kiss her neck or tilt her chin so he could kiss her ear. Other times he’d rub her smooth pussy or trail his palm over her stomach or squeeze her bottom.
“Oh, Vane,” she cried out softly.
His heavy sac slapped against her wet pussy as his movements grew more urgent. “Missed finishing inside you like this,” he said darkly.
Somehow she managed to speak over her impending orgasm, which he orchestrated himself one-handed via her clit. “Don’t forget about that party today. Can’t sleep in,” she panted.
“Gonna come in you before, during, and after that party,” he promised wickedly.
Oh my.
Moaning behind her, Vane held her tight and rubbed her tender bud in that slow, sure way he liked to. It took only seconds before her hips surged against him. Cries flew from her mouth as muscles in her body tensed all at once, then spasms broke throughout her body in a fiery explosion.
“That’s it,” he crooned.
Slap, slap, slap, his hips pummeled her bottom rapidly. His long, hard cock worked its way through her milking muscles as her body squeezed and stroked him. His breath turned harsh and erratic. Then she felt him engorge, thickening. Crying out at the inevitable, Sarina moaned when it finally came.
Shoving deep, Vane mindlessly thrust in hammering strikes, his cock shooting his seed deep into her, drenching her walls and soaking her core. Out of breath he grunted and panted in her ear as his shaft jerked inside her. It was as if he was putting the fire out inside of her. Groaning loudly, he squeezed her hip and shoved deeply one last time as the last pulses spent coated her inner walls.
They fell asleep locked together in each other’s embraces, both blissfully happy.
Merry Christmas indeed.
Chapter Six
Epilogue
The following day Vane, Sarina, and Vince were filled with eggnog and apple cider while shoveling down cheese and crackers by the plateful at Rome Kategan’s home. The whole family was there, plus a few friends of the family. Holiday music played an upbeat tempo in the background. The kitchen table was laden with finger foods, cookies, and pies. There would be no formal meal today on the day after Christmas. This was about gathering with loved ones, playing games, and sharing fun stories.
Vince was currently swept up in Vera Kategan’s arms. Judging by the baby-loving gaze she had for him, it’d only be a matter of time until she too had a little one of her own.
As Alpha of the Kategan pack, Vane had never felt more at peace or more pleased. He sat back with his mate near his side and took in all the glowing smiles with a secret grin of his own. Sarina was right, of course. Adding to their family would only bring more joy to them all in the end. No matter what could go wrong, he couldn’t live the rest of his life based off fearful notions. Plus, look at how happy his mate was. She was practically glowing tonight. Her smile was intoxicating, her eyes glowing like gems, and her laughter infectious.
Giving him a peck on the cheek, Sarina headed off to grab
a glass of eggnog and chat with the women. It was difficult not to be merry during such joyous times. Even the ever-dour vampire Dmetri Demidov appeared to have a faint grin fastened at his mouth.
Naturally, Vane found his gaze floundering back to his mate. The love he felt for her was so intense, it brought out powerful emotions he couldn’t ignore. He wanted to give her anything she needed, to protect her at all costs, to love her tenderly and forever. He was a privileged man. That’s for damn sure. Without her, he wouldn’t be standing here happy as a damn clown wearing a stupid sweater and drinking cider.
Life wouldn’t be the same without her.
Then, a commotion happened at the kitchen table—a glass of wine was knocked over. As the women burst out laughing, Sarina hurriedly grabbed a washcloth and knelt down at the floor to wipe up the dripping mess. She covered her mouth to stifle the laughter, but it was no use—they were all guffawing.
Vane just happened to see his mate’s ample ass through that dress. Damn. His jeans suddenly became constricting. He told himself this wasn’t the place for that, even if his mate had decided to wear a provocative dress. A thought struck him. Late last night he had in fact told Sarina he would have her before, during and after the party.
Well, he’d already had her before….
Vanessa, poorly trying to stop laughing, sauntered into the living room. “Okay, fellas, seems us ladies need a break from the kitchen.”
“Or from the wine,” her mate Brayden grumbled, drawing forth several masculine chuckles.
“Ha ha,” she responded slowly. “As a matter of fact, it’s game time anyway. Everyone congregate around!”
A board game was broken out.
Seeing his opportunity, Vane found Sarina wringing out the washcloth in the sink. They were all alone in the kitchen. Stepping up behind her, he cupped her sweet, tender bottom and bent low to her ear as she perked up. “I need you,” he told her.
Laughing, she winked at him. “I know you do.”
She didn’t get it. He squeezed her ass meaningfully. That seemed to get her attention. “No, lumara, I told you last night I’d have you. And I need you…inside you…now before I make an embarrassing mistake in my pants.”
