Second Chance (Enduring Kiss)

by Black, C. E.

  Tears fell down my cheeks with Drake's words. It was exactly how I felt. I leaned up and kissed him softly for the love he had shown me.

  "Drake, I know what it's like to think I've lost you forever. It was a very bad time for me, but what I learned was that I could exist without you. I just don't want to. I will never love anyone the way I love you. You are my other half, the other half of my body, my soul, and my love. I have loved you forever and I will love you for eternity."

  Drake's eyes glittered with unshed tears as I spoke. When I finished he pulled me in for a passionate kiss. He nipped my lip then soothed it with his tongue. I opened my mouth for him and tangled my tongue with his. My arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled me against his body.

  Whoops and applause broke us apart, but our gazes never parted. The desire in Drake’s eyes made me shiver bringing a grin to his lips.

  I lowered my lashes teasingly and tilted my head, watching as his baby blues turned dark with need. Drake bent down and sank his teeth into my neck sucking gently, then pulled away offering his own neck. I felt my teeth lengthen, but not into vampire fangs like when we made love. My wolf came out for this feeding.

  I sank my own teeth into Drake's throat and sucked greedily. I heard him groan and I smiled as I pulled away. I licked the blood from my lips and gave him a wink earning me a warning growl. I chuckled thinking tonight was going to be quite fun.

  We linked hands and walked towards the woods, our friends and family following. The vampires and humans that were present would stay at the tree line and wait. Drake could not shift into his wolf form. It was planned that I would shift and Drake would run with me while in his human form. I was saddened, but there was nothing else we could do.

  As we walked, Drake leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I happened to notice there's a certain something not showing through that beautiful dress. Care to tell me about it?" He groaned.

  I chuckled and whispered back. "You'll just have to see for yourself."

  We stopped and I turned to my mate giving him a small smile before stripping off my dress. His nostrils flared when he saw my surprise. I was complete shaved. I winked then changed quickly.

  One second I was in human form the next I was my wolf. I could hear the gasps behind me, but I ignored them, keeping my keen sight on Drake as he stripped off his own shift. I looked him up and down pausing in strategic spots. When I reached his face, he smiled knowingly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

  His smile faded as he began to tremble and cry out in pain. I whined trying to ask him what was wrong. I was about to shift back when he bent over on his hands and knees. Almost as quickly as me, his wolf emerged. His muscles rippled as his bones shifted and beautiful black fur covered his massive body.

  The wolf I remembered from years ago looked back at me, blue eyes smiling. I yipped in excitement. I could not believe it. He was a wolf again. Howls filled the night air as well as applause from our human and vampire friends.

  That was our cue. We raced through the trees, the moonlight brightening our path. We leaped over fallen logs, splashed through cool streams. We hunted and played, nipping at each other and wrestling.

  After one such wrestle, we both shifted back. Drake rose above me smiling brighter than I had ever seen. I reached up and touched his cheek smoothing my hand over the dark stubble on his jaw.

  "I can't believe it," I whispered.

  I was so happy at that moment nothing could penetrate the pure bliss that I was feeling.

  "I know it's...there's no words Rebecca. We can run together again." Drake's voice broke.

  I knew it was much more than that. He felt whole again.

  "I love you mate," I said.

  "I love you mate." He kissed me softly on my lips. "I'm so thankful for our second chance."

  "Me too Drake, me too," I sighed.

  His fingers trailed down my side causing goose bumps. I laughed and wiggled at the light touch, but my laughed turned into a moan as his fingers continued down to the inside of my thigh. I open my legs, begging for his touch. Drake's finger teased over the smooth skin of my sex causing me to grind my hips seeking more.

  "Ah, I have found my surprise." Drake's deep voice whispering in my ear made me shudder with desire.

  "Do you like it?" I said breathlessly.

  "Mmm, very much," he said as he slid down my body to taste his surprise.

  We didn't speak again for a long while as we made love under the moonlight. We would have to come back for a run during the day and make love lying in the sun, I thought. When I said as much to Drake he groaned against my neck then made me gasp on particularly hard thrust.

  "I can't wait."

  The End

  Author's Note

  To all my readers, thank you so much! Writing is new to me and a dream come true. I greatly appreciate any and all reviews and feedback. I hope you enjoyed Drake and Rebecca's story. I know I loved writing it. Thanks again!

  Peace, Love, and Reading Happiness,

  C.E. Black

  Other Titles by C.E. Black

  Enduring Kiss Series:

  Enduring Kiss

  Perfect Mate

  Second Chance

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  Crouching low, I made my way across the yard, quickly and silently, until I reached the small metal shed. I lowered myself, belly to the ground, paws in front of me and waited. I was watching the small, yellow, wood framed house situated about a hundred yards away.

  Intel had reason to believe it was where Alexander James Wright Sr. and his cronies were stashing an ass load of drugs, ready for shipment. It had taken them long enough, more than three months. It had been more difficult than believed to get someone inside, but more proof was needed. My job tonight was to get in and confirm, without calling attention to myself.

  It was dark inside most of the house, only the kitchen light was on. Knowing the resident was a shifter and could see just fine in the dark, I figured it was too early for bedtime.

  Just then, the kitchen curtain twitched. I ducked down lower, hiding in the tall grass. There was no way they could see me. In the shadow of the shed, it was completely dark.

  A face peered through the window, glanced around the dark yard before disappearing again. So far so good, I thought. They were exactly who Intel said they were.

  Scenting the air, I found nothing suspicious so I sprinted across the yard. Once I hidden in the shadow of the house, I shifted back into human form.

  Stooping low, I lifted a piece of siding that had been subtlety marked. Reaching into the hole, I pulled out a dark bundle. One of our informants had stashed the clothes days before.

  Unraveling the bundle, I found a semi-automatic. Putting it aside, I dressed quickly, but left behind the gun. The scent would have given it away. My claws were my best weapon anyway.

  Walking up the path, I took a cursory glance of the messy yard. The grass was knee high and brown. The bushes were overgrown and misshapen. The house itself wasn’t in bad shape, but it could have used a good paint job. What used to be a sunny yellow was now dull and flaking off in patches.

  I rapped my knuckles against the dirty white door three times. When no one answered, I stood my ground. I knew they were home. They were looking through the peephole. I could hear them breathing. I gave my best, most friendly smile and waited patiently. It wouldn’t take long to be recognized.

  As predicted, the lock was disengaged instantly and the door swung open. My smile wanted to slip at the sight of the woman before me, but I held on to it as if my life depended on it.

  Last time I had seen Layla she was flat on her back, legs spread welcoming as I pumped into her. She was hot and curvy, with long blonde hair and legs that went on forever. She had been fast and fun with a bubbly personality.

  The woman standing in front of me looked physically close to the same girl. Her blon
de hair was shorter and her figure was just as stunning, but it was her eyes that were most different.

  Layla’s blue eyes were not sparkling with laughter like I remembered. She looked tired and a little wary. The years hadn’t been too bad on her. She looked like she took care of herself, but I had a feeling she was not as happy as she used to be.

  “My, my, is that Jordan Hunt? What are you doing here?”

  I was pleased that her voice was the same, slightly husky and full of sensuality. Her smile was big, yet she looked around me warily. She knew I was not supposed to come back to Wilde Mountain. I just hoped she wouldn’t sound out the alarms before I could finish my job for the night.

  “Hi, Layla. How have you been?”

  “Just fine, hun, but come in before someone sees you.”

  Layla led me in, closing and locking the door behind me, I noticed. After pushing me toward the couch, she asked if I wanted a drink. I nodded yes and she strode off to the kitchen making sure her ass swayed in an enticing way. I smirked, same old Layla, I thought and took the opportunity to sniff around.

  The room was small and sparse. The couch faced a fireplace that took up most of one wall. The mantle held a few crystal figurines. I picked up a swan, turning it over in my hands. Swarovski crystal...expensive, I frowned, too expensive for Layla to have afforded.

  I sat the figurine back down carefully and took a stroll around the room. Taking a deep breath, I tried to find the scent I was looking for. It was faint, but there. The closer I got to the hallway, the stronger the scent became.

  I wanted to check it out, but I heard Layla coming back. Sitting on the couch, I turned expectantly as she approached.

  “Here you go, hun,” she said as she handed me a glass of red wine.

  I raised an eyebrow when she swirled the liquid then pushed her nose into the glass for a sniff before taking a sip. Since when did Layla become a wine connoisseur? I remembered her as a tequila shots type of girl.

  “So, what brings you back to this God forsaken town?” She asked.

  I shrugged, going for nonchalance. “Just felt like seeing an old friend.”

  “You could get into trouble if you were caught.”

  Though her tone was playful, I felt like I should be careful. We had been friends growing up, but she was still a full blood. She could have a loyalty to people I didn’t know about.

  “I hadn’t planned on getting caught.”

  “Your secret’s safe with me, hun.” She grinned, giving me a sultry look.

  My eyes raked over her voluptuous form. She wore a red silk robe that hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. Her legs were smooth and tan and flashes of our time together flickered through my mind. She had always been incredible in bed.

  Not as good as Sam, I reminded myself. No, not as good as Sam, but Sam wasn’t a possibility anymore.

  My gaze slowly moved up the flare of her hips, over her flat stomach to her full breast. Her nipples were beaded into tight peeks, straining towards me. My eyes met hers. She was watching me, heat smoldered in her gaze.

  Was that the way I would have to play it? It was not the first time sex had been used to complete a mission and it wouldn’t be the last. Unless I was in a committed relationship, the unbridled thought flitted through my mind, bringing images I tried to forget.

  Sam’s face drifted to mind, then her nude body being caring by Alex. Her expression was filled with confusion, probably wondering why I hadn’t come to see her yet. I gritted my teeth and shook off the vision. She was no longer mine and I had no plans to see or talk to her anytime soon.

  No matter what deal we had started, I had always treated our relationship as a commitment; never crossing the line in missions or otherwise, while I was with her. Now, I realized, there was no us and I pushed the guilt away.

  I considered what my next move should be. I wanted to ask Layla a few things, about what she had been up to in the past few years. Maybe I could get her talking about any friendships she had made recently or business deals going on.

  The question was, was I going to fuck her before she answered my questions or after? As I watched her slender throat swallow a sip of wine, I instantly pictured my cock in its place.

  Fucking first, I decided. She would be much more open to talking afterwards.

  I sat my untouched glass of wine on the side table, keeping my gaze on Layla’s. I let her know without words what I was thinking. About sliding that robe off to see what was or wasn’t on underneath.

  “You don’t like wine?” She asked softy. Her voice had gone deep with desire.

  “Not particularly. I had something else in mind.”

  “Hmm,” she purred deep in her throat, a cat on the prowl. “I can think of something. I’m surprised you didn’t bring Alex with you. I was pretty crazy about your ‘two for one special’.”

  “Just me tonight.”

  Layla licked her lips as she bent over; exposing the tops of her large breasts, and set her own glass down. Her face scrunched up.

  “You smell funny.”

  Actually, I didn’t smell at all. That was what was ‘funny’ about it. I was using a new scent eraser that government labs developed to hide odors from shifters. It made recon missions a whole lot easier and safer.

  “New cologne,” I whispered.

  The excuse must have been believable or she just didn’t care. Instead of straightening, she captured my mouth in a hot kiss. There was no sweet, sensual buildup, just lips, tongue and teeth.

  I preferred to be the one in charge, but Layla was determined to be in control. I let her for the moment. She knew that could change at any second and I was looking forward to the switch.

  Her lips sucked wet kisses down my neck as my palms molded her breasts. They were more than a handful and reminded me of Sam. She was voluptuous, but fit me perfectly. Frustrated, I shook my head. Damn it! I had to get her out of my head.

  I pinched Layla’s nipples hard causing her to cry out. The move did what I had sought after. Layla picked up the pace, pulling my shirt over my head and immediately reaching for my jeans. She popped the button and I helped her slide them down just enough for my cock to spring free.

  She ran one manicured fingernail down my length and smiled wickedly as she teased. I was not in the mood for teasing and I let her know by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her forward.

  She did not hesitate. Her lips wrapped around my cock and she sucked me deep, taking me down her throat in one smooth swallow. She slid back up slowly, her tongue dancing across my sensitive flesh. I groaned and tightened my fingers in her hair, using the grip to control her movements. Her nails dug into my thighs, but she didn’t protest my rough treatment.

  Desire was evident in her glazed eyes as I pumped my cock into her mouth. I reached down with my free hand to pinch and rub her hard nipples. She moaned and the vibration had my rhythm accelerating. She was taking me deep, but I needed more.

  “Suck in those cheeks,” I growled.

  She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks. The tight wetness of her mouth had me going over the edge, growling as she swallowed my release down her throat. I immediately felt vacant.

  It was the first time I’d had sex without emotion since I met Sam and I hated the empty feeling in my gut. Damn, Sam and her sweet scent, her soft, lush body. Why was it so different with her? Why did Sam get to me like no other?

  Layla’s mouth sliding off my softening cock brought me back to my senses. I had a job to do and I may be a jerk, but I wasn’t an inconsiderate jerk. Grasping Layla under her arms, I pulled her up onto my lap. She straddled my hips, looking at me with anticipation.

  Wasting no more time, I quickly pulled her robed off, letting it fall to the floor with a quiet swish. She had a matching satin nighty underneath that barely covered her thighs.

  Reaching for the tiny straps of her gown, I looked up at her face as I pulled them off her shoulders, releasing her breasts. Layla’s swollen lips parted and her b
lues eyes turned dark. I had to admit she was beautiful, but as awful as it sounded, my only thought was that I was glad it wouldn’t take long for her to come.

  I leaned forward, sucking one nipple hard while my hands crept under her short gown. Not surprisingly, she had no panties on. My thumbs found her pleasure center and I rubbed the spot eliciting a groan from Layla.

  Her hips began to move with my hands and my mouth switched to her other nipple. Sharp nails dug into my shoulders and as I usually welcomed the small pain during sex, I found myself annoyed with Layla. I didn’t want her to mark me.

  I shook off my confounding thoughts and bit down on her nipple just as I pushed two fingers into her wet core. As Layla began to ride my hand, I held onto her hip to steady her and ran my tongue up her breast to her neck.

  Her panting breaths and growling moans were the only sounds in the quiet house, and I could not help that my body was twitching back to life at the erotic noises. I ignored my stiffening cock and nibble on her collarbone. Just as I remembered, that was the button and Layla screamed out, grinding against me.

  Her pussy pulsed around my fingers as she slumped against my chest. I gently pulled out of her and rested my hand on her hip. She breathed heavily against my neck, her heart pounding alongside mine.

  I had a beautiful, sated woman snuggled against me in a room that smell of sex and all I could think was that I wished more than anything that it had been Sam with me instead of Layla.