Heat swelled through the small cabin, and she peeled off the last sweater over top her pullover long sleeve and mimicked his posture. Crossing her arms over her chest drew the cotton material tight across her breasts and made the Santa face iron on look wide-eyed. His eyes shot to her cleavage poking out from her V-neck. He might as well have reached between them and pinched her nipple into tight little berries. They puckered the second his gaze roamed over them and now she couldn’t release her arms if she wanted to. No way she’d give him an ounce of ground if she was to win the standoff.
“Don’t think I didn’t see what you did tonight. Or last night as it were. You can’t go around canceling people’s flights whenever you fancy.”
“And you can’t take it upon yourself to think you know how to handle yourself in a blizzard, my little Texan angel. I’ll make a thousand calls and wake the fucking Archangels of Heaven if it means making sure you are safe.”
Damn, he was good, she’d give him that. When he wanted to make a point he made it. Leaning forward, he gazed at her from beneath heavy-lidded eyes. Golden light bathed every crevice of the living room but nothing matched the brightness of his irises. Shot through with anger and a mixture of fear, they caught her gaze and refused to let go.
He dropped his arms and she lifted her chin in defiance. The last of what she had left zinged through her blood and held her in place, when what she really wanted to do was fall into his arms and let him kiss her with the promise of passion she knew he held.
“Rone. I don’t know what to do anymore. And now I find out I have witch’s blood in my veins?” She still couldn’t wrap her mind around that one, and wait until she told Cherry.
He shook his head softly and lowered his voice to a gravelly baritone that raked over her and eased some of the tension wrapped around her heart. “Have you thought about asking for help? Letting someone close enough to help you every once in a while? You’re not alone, Angel. There are people in this world that love you.”
She brought her head up. “Love? Like actual love and falling in love? That doesn’t exist.” But the conviction she once felt wavered and she caught the second he noted the change in her tone.
“Doesn’t it? I felt the same way before you came into this town, but now…can’t you feel it? It wasn’t just sex, Sabine.”
Featherlight fingers dusted across her mind, and each caress fed into her senses. Each ripple brought a new wave of euphoria and wanted to latch onto her erratic heartbeat. Her eyelids drifted closed, and for a brief second everything silenced. All the worry and all the concern around what her future held drifted to the back of her mind and all she could feel was peace. Like a feather floating in the wind without a care in the world because nothing could ever hold it down.
She sensed Rone shift closer, and her eyes sprang open. “It’s you? You’re in my mind.”
He nodded and she couldn’t help but smile. “What was that?”
“Love, Angel. What you do to me every time you look at me, what you make me feel every time you’re in the same room.”
He ate up the last of the space between them and scooped her into his arms. Her gaze lowered to his lips.
She should resist. Go back to Houston. Finish her degree and be happy.
Her resolve was fast giving out.
Fact: she was happier right here.
She dipped her head, and her heart nearly doubled in size as the warm press of his lips against hers stole every ounce of air from her lungs. She buried her hands in his silky hair, the ends still damp from the melted snow, and let the last of her control slip to the floor with her clothes and his. This Christmas would be different. This Christmas held hope for her.
“Take me, Rone, long and slow this time. Make me feel what love is. Let it be a Christmas gift.”
His hand moved from the back of her head and glided to palm her ass as he hauled her to straddle his waist. The thickness of his shaft rested between her folds and she rolled her hips. Pleasure had her head falling back, the ends of her hair like angel kisses on the globes of her ass.
He wound the long lengths around one hand as he lowered her to the plush couch. Warm and velvety, the large cushions accommodated them perfectly as Rone kneeled over her. He peered down at her, and she brought her hands between then to roll her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. He watched hungrily, his eyes ablaze with the desire she felt thrumming between their connection.
“Is this how it will always be? Your pleasure and mine mixing?” Her question was a husky version of her voice, thick with lust and need. Without her glasses there was a hazy outline but even she could see the precum that wet the bulbous tip of his dick.
She squeezed her eyes shut and arched as he bent over her and wrapped his warm lips around her sensitive nipple.
With her hands buried in his hair she pulled him up and gasped as he pulled hard before letting her nipple slip from his mouth. Every nerve between her pussy and tits heated beyond bearable and she loved the delicious burn across her senses.
“I want to taste you,” she demanded. But just barely. It seemed every thought was hard to come by at the moment as he captured her other nipple and repeated the heavenly torture.
Heavy breaths pulled from her lips and she cried out from the sudden burst of pleasurable pain to her nipple.
“Rone,” she begged and he paused, his cock teasing her clit.
“Yes, Angel?”
She didn’t need to speak when actions would speak louder.
Pressing her palms to his chest, she pushed him until he kneeled on the couch in front of her with one leg over the side for balance. She gathered his heavy girth in her hands and licked her lips.
“Oh sweet angel, you’re killing me.”
She eased down and moaned as the first salty taste of his cum hit her tongue.
He pressed a gentle hand to the back of her head and she took all of him until the thick head hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.
“Best fucking Christmas present ever.”
She moaned and the muscles of his thighs quivered beneath her palms as she balanced herself.
He threaded her hair around his hand, pulled the long locks to the side and she could feel the heat of his stare on her as she devoured every inch of his cock with her mouth.
He trailed a finger over the blackened swirls of her tattoo where it rode high on her lower back before dipping around her hip. She shuddered and applied a little more pressure with her suction which earned her a growl of appreciation.
“Your lips are so sweet, Sabine. Don’t stop. Not yet.”
Need swelled in her core and pressed against her clit with a force that had her legs pressing closed. She slid a finger between her fold and the second the pad of her finger brushed against her clits she cried around his girth and everything moved in a blur.
Rone released her and turned her around so fast the room still spun. Panting and desperate, she splayed her legs when he nudged her open from behind.
“As long as you have me, I would love to see you masturbate for me, Angel, but tonight I need to claim every single orgasm from you.”
He slid his hands over the round globes of her ass and pulled them apart. This time she didn’t flinch but craved any attention he desired to give her body.
Leaning over her, he pressed her chest into the soft cushions and brought her ass higher in the air.
Warm air brushed over her folds and her veins filled with unquenchable fire. Then he licked her from clit to pussy and she nearly came undone from the very magick that held them together.
Slowly he repeated the action as his fingers explored every inch of her including her anus. With gentle strokes he teased her pussy then trailed the juices over her flesh to circle her back entrance as his tongue did wicked things to her clit.
“You make me wild, baby,” he crooned as he bent over her, his cock replacing the area his tongue lashed into a frenzy of need.
“Rone! You can’t stop now.” Heat
crept up to her cheeks as a wicked thought came to mind.
“I don’t plan to. We have all night, and baby, from the size of that storm we might be snowbound for more than a night.”
Using her left hand for balance, she brought her right hand between her legs and dipped a single digit into her channel and moaned then pressed another inside, stroking the silky confines once. Twice.
She drew her hand away and looked over her shoulder as she slipped both fingers between her lips. The mark of his people on his left shoulder sparked to life with an otherworldly glow.
His eyes became impossibly brighter.
A week ago she would swear nothing like this existed in life. Hell, thirty minutes ago she still doubted. But now? Now she felt and she couldn’t deny the depth of emotions that sunk so deep in her mind and in her heart nothing could happen to erase the feeling.
“Oh Angel, you shouldn’t have done that.” He gripped her curves and pressed his cock to her entrance, but paused.
“It’s okay, Rone. I’m on birth control.”
In one long stroke he seated himself in her channel until she felt his balls smack against her clit.
He pulled out and leaned over her, wrapping and arm around her waist. Then drove back in. He teased her shoulder with light kisses. Pulled out and thrust hard until she bounced and the smack of his thighs against her filled the room.
Cracks and pops from the fire drifted to the background as her cries rang out, drowning the sound of the storm still raging beyond the large window.
Currents of magick like a silver Christmas ribbon twined around them threaded through with blue. The closer she came to her orgasm the more intense the colors came.
“Rone. Rone, Look.” She gaped and he stilled, his shaft stretching her.
“I see it, sweetheart. But I can’t claim you and mark you until I know it’s what you want.”
He pulled out slowly and turned her around to lie under him. Looking into his eyes, she reached between them and guided his cock back to her entrance. He pushed forward and her eyes rolled shut.
“Look at me.”
She complied.
“I’ll never do anything you don’t want. The bond we forged already will fade with time and I am happy just having you in my life. You tell me.”
Using languid strokes, he maintained the steady build of pressure as he rose over her and watched as her body accepted him time and again.
A light sheen of sweat glistened on the planes of his abs in the firelight, and she raised her gaze until their eyes connected.
Love poured out of him, and she didn’t need a connection to know that. Every cell in his body radiated the news like a beacon in the night to guide her home.
Home. Could it be true? Could she finally have found a place in this world she could call home? Not just another place to live but a home with people that loved her.
“Yes,” she whispered and Rone slowed to a stop.
It was scary accepting that fate sometimes had a hand in a person’s life, but it could slap her in the face only so many times before she had to listen.
“Yes what, Angel?”
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
He fell forward, bracing himself on the couch arm as his other arm came to rest by her head.
“I need you to be sure.”
Her channel tightened around his cock, and his eyes closed. He pulled out enough her swollen lips wrapped around the tip and teased him back into the depths of her pussy. Where he belonged.
She palmed his face, caressed the rough stubble of his jaw, looked into the depths of his eyes and whispered, “Will you marry me?”
Shock widened his eyes. “You never cease to amaze me.” He sank his length into her and brought his other elbow to rest by her head. “As long as I shall live I will love you. I can’t question fate or how the universe brought me such a tender and kind soul.”
“The girl that always wants answers begs to know why but this once, perhaps when it matters the most, I willingly let fate carry me through. I can’t deny the love you feel for me as I feel it throughout the connection.”
“And I feel yours.”
“Bite me, mate me, Rone. And I will be yours forever.”
Rone’s hands sunk beneath Sabine’s ass. He leaned back and let out a deep long roar then pulled out and drove in with a delicious slap of his pelvis against her clit.
“Rone, don’t stop.” Her ragged plea drove him harder, faster.
Whispered thoughts filtered through her mind. Glimpses of a life she never lived. Not hers, but his.
With a hand to the back of her head and another around her waist, he hoisted her off the couch and brought her to meet his thrusts. Braced above the cushion and in his arms, her chest rose and fell as the ugliness of her past slipped away, replaced with pure harmony. She buried her hands in his hair as a fiery heat tore through her core.
He rocked into her once more and the ribbons of magick laced around them, this time thicker, stronger. They spiraled down to twine around them and they didn’t stop until it had them tied together.
He watched her with glowing eyes so hot lava looked like cool pools of ocean water in comparison. The second her channel clenched around him she knew what he had to do.
She cupped the back of his head and held back the cry of sudden pain as his teeth broke skin.
Everything stilled as the hot spurts of his semen coated her core and the paid faded from the bite.
Her breath came ragged and she could barely form a complete thought much less draw words from any of the jumbled thoughts that flitted across her mind.
He eased her down as he kissed a trail across the planes of her stomach, over her highly sensitive clit and all the way down to her toes.
When he finished he pulled her close as he came to rest behind her. Tenderly he brushed several kisses over her marred skin. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you.”
“Will I become like you now?”
Soft pelting sounds lent the illusion of seclusion from the outside world and any of the problems reality brought.
“I could stay right here forever.”
“Glad to hear you say that.” Rone ran the length of his nose along the crook of her neck and she melted into his arms.
“What will it be like now? Will you always be in my head?”
“How does it feel now? Do you feel like you can’t be you?” Oddly she really didn’t feel all that different. Just a calming hum in the back of her mind that she recognized as Rone.
“I don’t ever want to be alone again.”
“Never for the both of us. Come here—I have something for you.”
He pulled her to sit up with him and wrapped them both in a warm blanket. “There might not be a Christmas tree,” he started.
“Don’t worry about. I’m used to it.”
“Those are words that will never be spoken again as long as I live.”
She smiled and turned in his arms to press a kiss to his cheek. “I happen to think you’re the best Christmas present.” She nudged him with her elbow.
He rose and went over to where he tossed aside his pants and took out something, but she couldn’t see what. He sat back down beside her and gathered her hand in his.
“For the most part I’ve lived a good life. One filled with family and friends. I’ve loved and I’ve lost. I’ve traveled and seen horrors while on the job I care nothing to relive, but one thing in life has always kept me sane. I knew I had a home to come back to.”
Three tiny keys dangled from his hand as he held it up and tears threatened to blur everything, but she wrangled back some control and managed not to look like a sappy crybaby. “When I was on the phone and Reaper showed up, it was not to Adam but it was with my sister. I was thanking her for getting these for me.” He pressed the set of newly minted keys into her hands and closed her fingers around the cool metal. “Sabine Kennedy, wherever fate takes you in this world you will always have a home. With me,
with the family, and maybe one day with our own little family. The bakery, the bar, and our homes upstairs are never locked to you.”
Home. Sabine huddled deeper into the blanket and let the word settle in her mind. It held so much power yet meant nothing without the man beside her.
She had so many things she wanted to say so many things to share. “Thank you. I don’t know what to say.” It was safer that way and let her emotions do the talking.
“There’s nothing to say, Angel, but I do have one more thing.”
“Oh?” She sat up, a little eager. What other surprise could he possibly have?
“While a set of keys are nice and convenient for, you know, unlocking doors, there’s one more thing you hold the key to.”
Her brows pinched. “Really? What are you up to, Rone Wylde?”
“This.”
Firelight glinted off the edges of a golden key. An intricate weaving pattern molded into a large heart graced the top. A trail of bear paws mixed in with tiny diamonds and sapphires lined the stem.
She turned around as he clipped the golden necklace around her neck. “And now you hold the key to my heart.”
She threw her hands around his neck and smothered him in kisses. Not because of the jewelry but the impossibly sweet words that filled the splintered cracks of her heart and helped seal away the ugly past that controlled her for far too long.
“I love you, Rone Wylde.” She softly shook her head, peering down the length of her nose at him. “Who knew such a burly grizzly bear of a man could be such a teddy bear.”
“Don’t you ever breathe a word of that to my brothers. They’ll never let me live it down.”
“Lips are sealed forever.” She stood and let the fleece blanket drop around her feet. “Since I didn’t get you anything for Christmas I think I should see to it that you get another kind of present.”
“Angel, I have you. It’s all I could ask for.”
“Shh, baby, and take me as I am.”
“Forever.”
Who knew from something so ugly could come something so incredibly beautiful. Being snowbound with her Christmas bear wasn’t so bad after all.
He sat back and the heavy veins of his shaft were already flushed with need and his cock long and hard. She eased onto his lap and lowered herself until her whole channel swallowed every inch of him.
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