Lycan Heat, S. Yule [best selling autobiographies TXT] 📗

love, someone who would love him. He wanted to hold someone at night when he slept. That wasn’t the whole truth. He didn’t want to do all of those things with someone. He wanted to do them with Sherry.

Why would fate let him find his mate only to rip her from him?

Exhaustion sank deep into his bones and he sagged back on the bed. Within minutes, he’d drifted into a deep sleep.

“Piers.”

He groaned. No. She really wasn’t there. She was just a figment of his wishful imagination.

“Piers.” Her soft voice soothed him.

“Is that really you, Sherry?” He knew he shouldn’t believe she was here, for any moment, she’d disappear and he’d be left alone with only his dead heart to keep him company.

“Look at me, baby.” She knelt beside him on the bed and cupped his face.

His eyes fluttered open and his breath nearly stopped as his heart stuttered. He sat up on his elbows, a lump in his throat.

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“Is it really you?”

“Yes. I’ve tried to come to you for the past couple days, but I couldn’t find you. Are you okay?” She frowned when she trailed a finger under his eye. The black tinge underneath no doubt betrayed his exhaustion.

He reached a shaky hand toward her, thinking she’d vanish when he tried to touch her, but when his fingers came into contact with the soft skin of her cheek, he sighed.

“It is really you.” He sat up and hugged her to him. She squeaked when he held her a bit too tight, and he immediately eased his hold. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” She kissed his face.

“Why did you leave me, Sherry?” He pulled back, a frown tugging at his mouth.

“I didn’t.” Tears glistened in her green eyes. “They only told you that. I could never walk away from you.”

“Why? I really have nothing to offer you.”

“You have everything to offer me. You are all I need. I never got to tell you, but I love you. I love you so much.” She framed his face with her hands and kissed him.

“Mmm. I missed you so much. I need you.” He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and groaned when her sweet taste hit him.

“I need you too, but not here. I want you for real. That’s why I’ve been trying to find you to tell you where I am.” She whispered in his ear. “Come to me, Piers.”

He sat up in the bed, wide awake now. She wanted him, and he wasn’t going to disappoint her.

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Chapter Thirteen

Her apartment over the garage of Janine’s house was small but comfortable. She had wanted her own space when she’d moved in, but had also wanted to stay close to her sister. This had been a great compromise.

Instead of taking the money Janine paid her for working at her cupcake business and blowing it on rent, she had had the space renovated.

She lit candles around her room and dimmed the lights. She cast a worried look at the bed. It was queen-sized, but Piers was big. They were going to have to get a king-sized bed. She wondered if he’d want to live here with her or if he’d want to live at his place, assuming he had a place. She would be willing to bet he did, and would also bet that it was in the middle of the woods somewhere.

She was a bit nervous as she’d thought about him changing her, but wasn’t ready to take that step just yet. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ready, but Janine and Raze had waited, so she hoped Piers would be just as understanding about her decision. If he loved her as he said he did, he would.

She was willing to commit to learning his way of life, to learning about nature, and to giving it an earnest shot. Only for him would she do this.

She nervously smoothed her fingers down the black satin teddy she’d picked out just for him. She’d been so worried when she hadn’t been able to reach him through her dreams. It had been Janine’s idea to let him know where she was that way, and a brilliant one at that, but after awhile, she had become afraid that something terrible had happened to him. When she’d finally found him, relief had ripped through her.

She backed up to admire the flickering candlelight in the dimmed bedroom and bumped into a solid wall of man. She squeaked and spun around. Her man.

“You scared me.”

His golden eyes glowed down at her, and her breath hitched in her throat when he reached out and sifted his fingers through her hair. He leaned down, brought the strands to his nose, and sniffed.

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“You smell so damn good.” He stepped back, ran his gaze from her head to her toes and back again. “Look at you. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. It’s enough to bring a man to his knees.”

“How about if I’m brought to my knees instead?” She smiled when he quirked a brow at her.

She led him to the bed and pushed him down to sit on the edge before kneeling between his legs. She tugged his boots off and reached for the button at the top of his jeans. He covered her hand and she looked up at him in confusion.

“Kiss me first, baby. It seems an eternity since our lips last met.”

She framed his face, pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him without hesitation. She kissed him with all the pent up worry she’d had when she couldn’t find him, with all the stress she’d endured over the thought of losing him, with all the love she