Lycan Christmas, S. Yule [best book club books of all time TXT] 📗

Lorent go and hoped when he got back there would be no further interruptions. An insistent bump at the back of her legs brought a smile to her face, and she leaned down to pick up Puss. She lightly scratched her behind the ears, her favorite spot to be petted, and Puss started to purr.

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“You and Lorent are going to have to learn how to get along. I know it’s been you and me for a while now, but I love him. He will be good to you because he knows how much you mean to me.”

Lorent was back a few moments later. He went to her and gently took Puss from her arms. It usually took time for Puss to warm up to strangers, but she leaned against his chest and continued to purr when he rubbed her under the chin.

He smiled at Melony, and her heart did its usual Lorent-induced flip-flop dance. “She likes you.”

“Seems that way. She’s not so bad herself.” He set the cat down on the floor and stroked her one last time. “I need to talk to your mom right now, Puss.”

Puss rubbed against his legs once, then trotted down the hall as if she understood what he’d said.

His heated gaze sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. With one step, he was toe to toe with her, a scant inch barely separating them. She wanted to touch him, taste him, make love with him, and she had no doubt that tonight all of her wishes and more would come true.

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Chapter Twenty

Melony stretched up on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his lips. When he groaned, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, but frowned when he didn’t return her kiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never been with a woman.”

She’d never in a million years imagined those words to come out of his mouth. He was a virile man who any woman in her right mind would be attracted to. “I guess we’ll both be each other’s first.”

The fact that she would be his first, and he would be hers, only made her love him more, if that was even possible. Their relationship, their bond would grow that much stronger because they would always know that they’d only ever belonged to one another.

“I’m not sure how slow I can take it the first time. I’ve waited for you my entire life. My wolf is demanding to claim you, and he doesn’t want to be gentle. He wants to dominate, wants his mate to submit.”

“I don’t mind submitting to you, Lorent. I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you.” She fought the urge to chew on her bottom lip.

“Hey.” He tipped her chin up and waited until she looked him in the eye.

“I won’t turn you until you are ready. We’ll have time to talk about that later.

Right now I simply want to be with you.”

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief.

While she was certain that she wanted to be his mate in every way, she welcomed the opportunity to spend time with him, to get to know him, to build on their relationship before they took it to the next level. When she’d decided to come to Sanctuary, she’d already accepted the fact that she might find her mate one day. The thought of becoming a lycan—especially if it meant she could spend many more years with Lorent than if she remained human—was something she’d grown used to.

Lorent swooped down and took her mouth in a demanding kiss, stole her breath, heated her blood in two seconds flat. It seemed as if she’d waited for him her entire life as well. His hands slid down her back and over her ass, 158

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until he cupped her cheeks and pulled her up against him. There was no space between them now, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to ensure they’d stay that way. The hard proof of his arousal nestled against her and pressed deliciously between her thighs.

He carried her down the hallway and to the bedroom, where he tumbled them both down onto the bed. His hard body covered her, and she moaned when his mouth claimed hers again. His tongue dipped and tasted her, and that delicious ache between her thighs built until she thought she might explode from the pressure. He sat up, yanked his T-shirt off, then reached for hers to pull it over her head, and sucked in a sharp breath when her bared breasts spilled out.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered.

She looked at his chest and licked her lips as she followed the contours of his biceps down to his rock-hard six-pack and back up. Dark hairs dusted his chest, and she reached up to run her fingers through them. He was gorgeous clothed, but nude? Good God, he was glorious. She couldn’t wait to see the rest of him, but before she could voice her wants, he dipped down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

She cried out as white-hot lightning shot through her and centered in her core. His erection pressed against her thigh, and she rubbed against him, encouraging him, showing him that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He groaned and flexed his hips, his hard cock digging deliciously into her leg, promising to give her everything, swearing to fulfill her every fantasy.

“Lorent!” she gasped out when he tugged at one nipple with his fingers and the other gently with his teeth.

Her head thrashed from side to side, and she threaded her fingers through his hair to hold him against her. He kissed his way down her stomach, the stubble shadowing his jaw scraping deliciously over her sensitive skin, and stopped when he found the pink butterfly ring in her belly button. He growled and ran his tongue around her navel, then flicked