Lycan Heat by S. Yule (best novels of all time .TXT) 📗

locked eyes with her. His shaft slid along her folds, the tip nudged at her entrance, and with one hard thrust, he was seated fully inside her. She cried out at the sudden, delicious way he stretched and filled her tender flesh. He was so big inside her, so overwhelming…so perfect. She wrapped her legs around his waist and when he slid even deeper inside her, she welcomed his possession.

“I love you, Sherry.”

Her heart nearly burst with joy but before she could say anything, he took her mouth, pulled back, and plunged hard into her. He rode her hot and hard. The knowledge that he wasn’t holding back thrilled and encouraged her. She met each of his downward thrusts with an upward twist of her hips, and he grunted each time their bodies slammed together. The world seemed to tilt on its axis and throw them into a realm where only they existed.

It was as if she could feel every cell of her body melding with his. They became one, and she could no longer tell where she ended and he began. The force of his possession sent her sliding back across the seat with each thrust, and she clung to him. She dug her heels into his tight butt, her fingernails slipped in the light sheen of sweat on his shoulders before finding purchase in his skin, and something primal in her she never knew existed screamed for his domination. Her muscles tightened around him, and he growled as his cock swelled and pulsed inside her.

The next slam of his hips started a delicious quaking low in her abdomen. The next sent her careening into an abyss of pleasure that gripped her so hard tears stung the backs of her eyes. She held him as he thrust, each slide of his shaft inside her sending another wave washing through her until she thought she might black out from the overload of ecstasy.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he tensed. He tossed his head back, his black hair shining in the moonlight, and cried out as his body jerked and he came inside her. The hot jets of his seed shot in her and caused her muscles to spasm around him, as if greedy for every last drop.

He collapsed over her, careful not to put his full weight on her, and his breaths came in hot pants against her neck, matching her own ragged 70

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breathing. His hand covered her breast and kneaded it gently as the last vestiges of their releases glided through them.

The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, and she smiled.

What a way to greet morning, in the arms of the man she loved.

“You’re beautiful, and as much as I want to stay right here inside you, I need to see if I can get us out of the ditch somehow.” He sat up on his elbow and brushed the stray tendrils of hair from her face.

“My sister must be going out of her mind with worry.” She smiled at him and trailed her fingers over his stubbly cheek.

She didn’t want to go, wanted to stay here with him forever, but she had to let Janine know she was all right. Maybe if he could get the tire changed and the car out of the ditch, she could get a signal on his phone up the road a bit and call her to let her know what had happened.

When he sat up, the cold blast of air that hit her once his body heat was gone made her shiver. He rummaged around and handed her her clothes. She pulled hers on quickly while he casually dressed as if the cold didn’t affect him in the least. He tugged her to him for a hug before he helped her into the front seat, started the car, and turned the heat on.

“Stay here. I’ll see if I can figure something out now that the snow has stopped and it’s light outside.”

“Piers.” She placed her hand on his arm to stop him. “I never got to tell you that I am sorry about your brother.”

“If what you tell me is truly what happened, I can’t fault Anthony for his death. At least some good came of it.” His jaw clenched. “It brought you to me.”

“I’m still sorry. I understand what it’s like to lose a loved one.”

“I didn’t love him, barely knew him. It was more of a wishful yearning for family. I was hoping that he hadn’t gone so far over the edge that I couldn’t save him. Apparently, I was mistaken. I lashed out without discovering all of the facts first. Anthony is an ancient like me. There aren’t many of us left. If I had killed him, my actions would have resulted in my death as well, and I would have been responsible for taking two ancients out that are willing to fight for the survival of our race.”

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“I don’t think anyone will blame you for what you did once they learn your side of it.”

“Don’t be so sure,” he muttered under his breath. “Thank you for caring, though. It means a lot to me.” He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and was out the door.

She wanted to tell him she loved him, but the moment had passed. She’d wait until they got back and cleared this whole misunderstanding up before telling him. She wished she could see him, but the heat had done little to melt the snow covering the windows.

Two minutes later, her door swung open with such force she screamed.

“Are you okay?” Raze stood beside the car.

“Y-yes.” She stepped out, but when she tried to look around him, he blocked her view with his body.

“Did he hurt you?” Raze’s fists were clenched at his sides.

“No. We had a blowout and ended up in the ditch on our way home.

Piers attempted to hike to