by Susan Bliler
“Fffffffuck!”
She was the sexiest fucking thing on the face of the whole damn planet.
“Ty-son,” she sing-songed and he quickly committed the dirty image of her to memory so he could savor it forever. “I need you.”
Cersi dropped her shoulders to the bed and rolled her hips back. It took him a moment to realize what she was doing. She was giving him the chance to re-do their first time together. This time, he’d do it right.
Eyes flashing brightly, he approached with deliberate steps, shredding his clothing on the way. By the time he made it to the bed, his shirt and jeans and been destroyed, his boxers were gone too and glancing down he realized he still wore his hiking boots and socks. Too bad.
One look up at Cersi’s dripping sex had him giving a mental ‘fuck it’.
“Mine,” he declared in a hoarse voice that was polluted with the growl of Monster.
He was on Cersi before she could even move. Jaw clenched tight, he went against his instincts and Monster’s wishes and slid into her slowly this time. Part of his brain was telling him he should woo her, compliment her, tell her she was beautiful, but he couldn’t. He was struggling hard to keep his skin and to stay gentle, but when she clenched her channel around him, a long snarl erupted from his throat. He nearly lost the battle for self-control…nearly.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “Fuck me like you’re my Monster.”
He was a hundred percent sure she didn’t know what she was asking. Another snarl lifted his lip, and he rolled his head on his shoulders when just for a second, fur pushed through his skin and his nails and teeth elongated. Seizing up, he concentrated on keeping Monster at bay, but then Cersi started moving. Rocking forward, she slid her slick pussy down his sheath until just the tip was buried inside of her before she slammed her hips back and buried him to the hilt inside of her.
“Cersi,” he growled, but it was almost unintelligible.
He was supposed to be gentle this time. It was gonna be slow and sweet the way women needed it to be.
“Fuck me, damn it!”
Eyes rounding at his mate’s command, Tyson pushed deep inside of her. Cersi threw her head back and moaned. God, the things this woman did to him. She was hell on his control and Monster wasn’t helping any. The damn beast was right below the surface keeping tabs. He wanted to make sure Tyson didn’t fuck this up. And he wouldn’t. He couldn’t! This right here, this was everything. Cersi was everything.
Fucking her in earnest now, he plowed into her feeling her body tighten and tense thrust by thrust until Cersi screamed out her orgasm. Her channel seized around him and had him bucking into her erratically. He wanted to tell her he loved her as he erupted deep inside of her, but words were too much right now. Breathing hard through clenched teeth, his eyes locked onto where they were connected. He smashed his hips harder against hers, forcing his dick as deep into her as it would go. This was a lot like last time, only better, and this time Monster pointed out that this was the second time they’d taken her with no protection. Monster wanted pups, and so did Tyson and Gods willing, it’d happen soon.
When he’d emptied himself fully, he slowly pulled out of his mate. Cersi tried to roll to her side, but his hands caught her hips as he ordered her to, “Stop.”
Tyson’s eyes locked on where her legs were still spread wide. The reddened puffy flesh of her pussy had his gut clenching and his dick going hard. His cum was dripping out of her. Just the sight of it had him ready to take her again. Stomach muscles tensing and heart constricting, he sluiced his fingers through the cream seeping from her slit and lifted it to lube her ass.
He thought she’d protest, but with a sharp inhalation, she tensed only a moment before relaxing her hips. Forcing a finger inside her ass, he nearly came again when Cersi moaned and flared her hips, taking his digit deeper.
Holy Jesus fuck! This woman was going to be the death of him!
Easing his finger out, he gathered more of his seed and circled her hole. Seconds later, the blunt tip of his cock was probing for entrance. He’d thought her pussy was tight, but slowly inching his dick into her ass had him nearly coming before he was even fully seated.
On the bed, Cersi was panting. Her back was slickened with sweat, and she was mewling, her hands fisting the bedspread and her toes curling.
“This okay?” he managed to grit out.
“Y-yes,” she breathed.
When he was buried fully inside of her, he took a moment to enjoy the sensation. His woman was impaled on his dick, the most sensitive part of her opened and speared, ready for him.
Smoothing his hands over the globes of her ass, he parted her cheeks and watched as he pulled slowly out and thrust back in.
Cersi was much more vocal now, and the way she squirmed before shoving her hips back to greet him had him grinning. His beautiful little badass was no longer in charge. He bucked into her twice hard in rapid succession and evoked a scream before Cersi reached back with both hands and raked her nails down his thighs. His woman wasn’t his queen in this moment. No, she was his horny little slut, and that was exactly how he wanted her. Fuck, just that realization had a spurt of cum shooting into her.
Gripping her hips, he started fucking her hard. Chest pressed to her back, lips whispering dirty things at her ear, Tyson fucked her like he owned her, and he did, just like she owned him.
Sawing back in forth inside of her, Cersi’s body finally seized. She screamed loud just as his balls drew up and shot his seed deep into her ass. It helped to lube from the inside out, and because he could, he pulled out and shoved in a few more times, drawing out his mate’s quaking aftershocks before he finally settled on top of her, dick still buried deep between her cheeks.
God, he loved this. He loved her!
Rolling onto his back, he pulled from her body slowly because he was reluctant to sever their connection, but he had something he wanted to say, and he wanted to look at her while he did it.
He groaned, and Cersi giggled before rolling over to face him. Without hesitation, he pulled her close, threading one arm under her head in a makeshift pillow and snaking the other over her waist and then up the smooth plane of her back where he ran his fingers in tiny circles over her soft skin.
This! This right here was life. This was what his Dire wolf had been needing this whole time. Her!
His eyes shone with emotion. He had to swallow hard before he was able to get out a gruff, “Cersi, you’ll never know what it’s like to love somebody the way that I love you. I love you so fucking hard. You choosing me and Monster has meant more to us than…well, anything ever! We know we don’t deserve you, but we’re gonna work hard to never let you down. We’re gonna do all that we can do never disappoint you, to prove to you how much we need you.”
Cersi beamed up at him and shook her head. “Pretty sure I love you more.”
“Impossible,” he growled and bent to nip her bottom lip. “Im-fucking-possible, my beautiful little badass.”
Cersi’s tone grew serious. “Tyson?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Lifting up, she settled the palm of her hand on his chest and rested her chin on top to stare at him. “We…we didn’t use protection.”
“Mmm,” he grumbled.
“And I’m not on anything.”
“Good.”
Brow’s shooting up she asked, “Good?”
“Fuck yeah, baby, it’s good! You don’t have a family, and my dire wolf didn’t have one either. You had Vesa, and I had the guys, but we need something of our own.” Lifting a hand, he cupped her cheek and then pressed his lips to her hairline. “Together, we’ll add to what we have with each other. We’ll make our own family.”
Tears flooded her eyes as she rasped out, “God, I-I really love the sound of that.”
Tilting her face up to his, he kissed her long and slow before pulling back. She was so fucking beautiful, and he was so damn lucky. He vowed at that moment to never forget just how lucky he was. “Me t
oo, baby,” he breathed lowering his head to whisper against her lips, “Me too.”
Chapter 32
(One week later)
After having breakfast with the rest of the pack at the main house like they did every morning, Tyson lifted Cersi’s cold hand to his lips and huffed a breath onto it before rubbing it vigorously. “You shoulda let me bring you in the truck. It woulda been warmer.”
It was the same argument they had daily. Cersi loved how he doted on her.
“I like our morning walks to the main house and back. Gives me an excuse to hold your hand.”
He shot her a heart-stopping grin. “Beautiful, you don’t need an excuse for that.”
She grinned up at him and felt a zing of anticipation as they reached the steps that led up to their cabin. She’d moved in fully, and being here with him, and so close to Vesa too, made everything in her world feel right. No, it felt more than right. It felt perfect.
Cersi made to take the first step, but Tyson held her hand firmly, keeping her from going up. Turning, she looked up at him quizzically.
“I have something for you.”
Cersi grinned and waggled her brows. “Good, I was hoping…”
“Woman,” Tyson growled with a smile, “that ain’t it.”
“Awww,” Cersi pouted.
“And it ain’t much so don’t go getting your hopes up.” He shoved his hand in his pocket before pulling it back out. Holding his fist out to Cersi, she opened her hand beneath his and waited. Something hard yet light dropped into her palm. Looking down, it took a moment before she registered what she was holding.
“Is this…” She looked up at Tyson in awe. “Is this our penny?”
He beamed down at her. “Yeah.”
Her eyes dropped back to the coin. “But how did you…”
“As soon as you went into the bathroom at the hotel, I went back out into the hall and picked it up.”
She looked up at him quizzically. “But I thought you weren’t superstitious.”
“I’m not.”
She frowned at the penny resting in her palm. “Then why?”
“Because you called it ours.”
She lifted her eyes to his.
“Do you remember that? We were coming back down the hall after having drinks in the bar. You pointed and said ‘Our penny’s still there’. Those four words rocked me, and I had to fight real hard to hide it. The first moment that I laid eyes on you, it was like a small seed had been planted inside of me. When you called that penny ‘ours’, it was like you watered that seed and that was it. It started growing something fierce until it filled me up inside.” Lifting a hand, he gently collared her throat, stroking his thumb along her jaw. “You filled me up.” Dropping his eyes to the penny, he flashed a sad smile. “Like I said, I know it ain’t much to most people, but that penny,” he jerked his chin toward it. “It’s ours. It’s the first thing that was ever ours, and you were right. That luck was meant for us.”
Cersi’s eyes filled with tears and she had to quickly look down to hide it. Bottom lip pulled between her teeth to keep it from trembling, she nodded over and over.
“Hey.” Tyson used the crook of his finger under her chin to lift her head. “Look at me,” he commanded and when she didn’t her repeated more firmly, “Look. At. Me.”
Blinking once, Cersi slowly lifted her tear-filled eyes until they collided with his. He’s so beautiful. She thought that every single time she looked at him. Every. Single. Time.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
She chuffed a water laugh at how he’d mimicked her own thoughts.
Misunderstanding her laugh, Tyson growled. “I mean it. You’re the most beautiful person, inside and out, that it has ever been my privilege to know and if you let me…”
All the breath left Cersi when Tyson dropped to a knee in front of her. “I have something else for you.”
Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a little white box.
Her knees nearly buckled, but Cersi locked them up tight as her hopeful eyes stayed glued to the box. Inside of her excitement was thrashing around like a caged gorilla, and she was having a hard time hearing over her thundering heart.
“This is how humans do it. It’s important to me that you know that I don’t expect you to just conform to shifter norms.” Looking up at her, he implored. “If you don’t want to stay here at BlackLodge, Cersi, I’ll understand. I’m not asking you to abort your life for me and my ways. I am willing…” He broke off to swallow hard, his head dipping a moment before he looked up with steely resolve. “I’m willing to walk away from BlackLodge and my pack…for you.”
She didn’t have to be a shifter to know that was a lie. Yeah, Tyson may have thought he’d be able to, but it wasn’t something she’d ever expect of him. Shifters needed space, mountains, clean air. They needed pack, and the BloodMoons were theirs. Cersi knew that Tyson needed BlackLodge the way that she needed him.
“Before you answer, you need to know that I’ll never be your light, Cersi. It ain’t in me. It’s all been snuffed out. I’m never gonna shine for you cuz I don’t know how anymore, but I don’t need to. Your shine is bright enough for us both and if you let me…I’ll be your night. You can be the star. I’ll be the darkness to compliment your brilliance so that everyone can see just how radiant you are. I can make you brighter.” He hesitated a moment before lowering his eyes as if embarrassed. “If you let me.”
Cersi didn’t bother trying to hold back the tears that slipped free, and when she hiccupped on a sob, Tyson’s head jerked up.
“Cersi?”
He shoved off his knee and wrapped an arm around her, his free hand cupping her cheek. “What’s wrong?” His brow furrowed. “I fucked it up, didn’t I?” Quickly releasing her, he stepped back and fisted his hair. “Ffffuck! I knew was gonna do this wrong.” Dropping his hand, he gripped her elbow. “I’m sorry.” He jammed the ring box back in his pocket. “Don’t cry.”
He looked around like he was searching for something to stop her tears and Cersi huffed a watery laugh that had his head whipping back to her.
“Cersi?”
“Where…where’s my ring?”
Brows dipping, Tyson stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled the box back out.
“Open it,” Cersi demanded.
He did, and Cersi beamed at the white gold band that housed a single heart-shaped diamond. It was perfect.
Lifting her hand, she held it out to him and prompted. “Ask me.”
Tyson looked from her to her hand and back before slowly taking a knee and pulling the ring from the box. Dropping the box, he grabbed Cersi’s hand and held it.
Adam’s apple dipping low in his throat, he began, “Cersi Doe, I can’t promise you the world, but I can promise to make you my world. And I can promise you a name. A name that comes from somewhere. A name that links you to family. A name that means everything to me… a name that means almost as much to me as you do.
You settle Monster. You make me whole. I’m asking you to make yourself mine. I’m asking to be yours. Will you honor me by becoming my mate?”
Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Cersi drew in a fortifying breath before she nodded, her eyes staying locked on him. “Yes, Tyson BloodMoon. I want to belong with you. I want to stay with Monster. I want to be a BloodMoon. I want a family and a place to belong. I want…you.”
Still on his knees, Tyson lowered his head. He pulled Cersi’s hand to his forehead and stayed that way a minute longer than made Cersi comfortable.
“T-Tyson?”
She felt the cool band slip onto her ring finger and then Tyson shoved to his full height. His eyes were bright and fierce. His incisors had elongated too and were peeking out from his lips.
“Tyson?”
He gave her a wooden smile and nodded once before he turned away, but she caught his arm. When he wouldn’t turn to face her, she walked around until she was planted in front of him. Lifting a hand, she set
tled it on his jaw and ran her thumb across his bottom lip. Her finger brushed against the point of one of his sharp teeth.
Brows furrowing, Cersi commanded, “Don’t hide my Monster from me. Ever!” Her eyes softened when she asked, “I’m glad he’s here right now. My Monster has something to give me too.”
Tyson, who’d been avoiding her gaze, jerked his bright green gaze to hers. His lips parted as he watched Cersi lower her hand and grip the neck of her shirt. It was thin material, so it ripped easily when she grabbed it with both hands and jerked. Shimming her shoulder out, she pulled her hair off her neck and tilted her head to the side exposing her claiming mark. “Tell my Monster I’m waiting.” She grinned when Tyson’s looked at her in disbelief.
“You were forced to mark me the first time,” she said. “You did it because I begged you to. But I don’t want you like that, Tyson.” Her expression turned serious. “I want you to choose me because you want to. I want to belong here. I want to belong with you. Make me belong.”
***
Her request had pure possessiveness nearly blinding Tyson. He could feel Monster slamming around inside him wanting him to sink his teeth into Cersi now! He wanted to scold his beast for being impatient, but it wasn’t fair. Monster had been as patient as he knew how to be and then some. Monster deserved a break.
Scooping Cersi up into his arms, he reveled in her squeal of delight even as his feet pounded up the front steps of his cabin and kicked the front door open. Yeah, he was gonna sink his teeth into her and his dick too because she was it. She was all he’d ever hoped and dreamed for. His beautiful little badass had come along and stolen his heart. She’d tamed his Monster too, and for the rest of his days, he’d do everything he could to prove to her that she’d been wrong when she’d called herself unlovable. Sure her parents had walked away from her. That was their fucking mistake. But Tyson, no, he’d never leave his woman. She was his heart, his soul, his air. Without her, he couldn’t live, and without her, he wouldn’t want to. It wasn’t just about him showing her that she was loveable, it was also about showing her that she’d saved him too. For years, he’d felt unworthy and overlooked, but she saw him. She loved him, and he was going to love her right back because together, they’d both finally learned how.
