Fall Fury
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He smiled at her, a wary, tentative smile.
She opened her arms to him and he moved forward, dragging her against him and holding her tight to his chest. His lips met hers with the same fervor she felt. She poured out the pent-up anxiety and emotion she'd been holding in, wanting to show him how much he meant to her, needing to communicate her love for him. It was important that he knew, that he understood.
But before she could say the words, he dragged his mouth from hers and pulled back, his intense gaze searching her face. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and whispered, "I love you, Shannon. With my whole heart, my entire soul and every fiber of my being. I would be honored if you chose to spend your life with me. Become my wife, my partner, and stay by my side forever."
Her eyes filled with new tears and she nodded. "I love you, too, Max. I will gladly share all that I am with you."
Once again he took her mouth, slipping his tongue between her lips and coaxing a whimpered response as her body flamed to life. She felt the flow of her juices between her thighs as he caressed her neck, his fingers trailing lightly over her swollen breasts and belly until he palmed her sex.
"Open for me," he commanded.
She reveled in his dominance over her. This is where she would gladly let him take over. In this she would submit to him, the very act of doing so exciting her like never before. Spreading her legs, she allowed him access to her center, the part of her that pulsed and wept with need for him.
"Hurry Max, please," she begged, rewarded amply when he slipped two fingers inside her aching slit. His thumb drew lazy circles over her clit until she cried out with an orgasm held too long at bay.
But he didn't stop there. She had no more recovered her breath than he sat up and pulled her astride him, impaling her on his swollen cock. She gasped as he plunged in, his shaft reaching deeper and deeper inside her, until she could take no more of him. Then he reared back and thrust harder, his long shaft brushing against her sensitized clit until sparks shot through all corners of the room.
"Yes," he said, his tone triumphant. "Give me your magic, Shannon. All of it."
She did, wrapping her legs around him and sliding her buttocks back and forth, riding his cock as she'd dreamed of doing.
"Will you fuck me as a wolf?" she asked, barely able to form the words and yet wanting it more than anything.
"Yes, when I change you to one," he said through panting breaths. "If that's what you decide. You have to want it to make it happen."
A tiny spark of fear tightened her stomach, but she pushed it away. "I want whatever makes me yours, Max. In whatever way that is. I love you as a human, as a wolf, and I'll be by your side always."
After that they spoke no more. The night filled with harsh cries and howls of urgent passion as their bodies moved as one. She threaded her fingers through Max's thick hair and tugged hard. He responded by pummeling her with quick, hard thrusts of his cock.
Tears swept down her cheeks at the emotion he evoked within her. Her heart swelled with love for this man who was hers and hers alone.
"Mine," she whispered, sinking her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder as he had once done to her.
"Mine," he responded, sharp claws piercing the skin of her buttocks as he partially changed. She watched his green eyes grow more yellow, knew what was about to happen and welcomed it, knowing that she was his no matter what, and she would gladly accept her new status as Max's alpha female.
As her orgasm rushed through her and she felt the first driving spurts of his come shoot deep inside her, she felt herself begin to change, welcoming the burning pain along with the joy of her climax.
Tonight they'd run free together in the woods, the start of their new lives.
The Devlin dynasty of Louisiana had just begun.
About the author:
Jaci Burton has been a dreamer and lover of romance her entire life. Consumed with stories of passion, love and happily ever afters, she finally pulled her fantasy characters out of her head and put them on paper. Writing allows her to showcase the rainbow of emotions that result from falling in love.
Jaci lives in Oklahoma with her husband (her fiercest writing critic and sexy inspiration), stepdaughter and three wild and crazy dogs. Her sons are grown and live on opposite coasts and don't bother her nearly as often as she'd like them to. When she isn't writing stories of passion and romance, she can usually be found at the gym, reading a great book, or working on her computer, trying to figure out how she can pull more than twenty-four hours out of a single day.
Jaci welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora's Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.