Lycan It S. Yule (classic reads .txt) 📖

It was a tickle that traveled under the skin and settled deep into her core, more of an itch that could only be scratched by Raze.

She smoothed her palm along the plane of his wide shoulder and brought it flat against his chest where she gave him a gentle nudge. To her surprise, he retreated and fell gently to his back on the mattress just as she had wanted. He reached for her and coaxed her to straddle his thighs. Her heart skittered and flip-flopped as she looked down at him.

He was magnificent, and he was all hers. She licked her lips as she perused his muscular body and marveled at how he let her tame him. She could practically feel the power of him vibrate under her. She ran her hands along his pecs and fanned them over his shoulders.

“You are always saying I’m beautiful, but this”—she patted him on the chest—“and this”—she caressed his forehead—“is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve met a man who has such a perfect balance of beauty on the inside and out.”

His eyes glowed brighter and he propped himself up on his elbows. “Kiss me.”

She smiled and bent to do as he’d asked. His lips were soft, but firm and unyielding and his tongue did more than stroke her, did more than entice her, did more than inflame her. It claimed her. He hugged her to him, pressed his nose to her hair and breathed in slow. She liked it when he smelled her.

She kissed his cheek, delighting in the rough texture of his stubble against her lips, and continued down to his chest. When she licked at one of his nipples, he tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her closer. She continued down, traced the outline of each muscle in his abs, around his navel, and down the narrow line of golden hair until she reached his cock.

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She wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked up and down slowly before sucking the tip of him between her lips. He growled and she smiled around him before taking him deeper. He tugged gently at her hair and showed her the rhythm he liked. She cupped his balls in her other hand and rolled them gently in her palm. He tasted good, and she devoured him inch by inch until his hips thrust up at her and his groans grew louder. He pulsed in her palm, and she thought he was about to come, but before he did, he encircled her upper arms and pulled her away from him and up his body until she straddled him once again.

He guided his hands to her hips, gripped them and slammed her down on him as he rolled up into her. They both gasped as he filled her, stretched her. They remained motionless for several seconds before he flipped her to her back and settled between her thighs, never breaking the contact of their bodies. He took her mouth in a demanding kiss as he slammed into her with a fury that matched the need burning in her.

She met his thrusts and a slow burn built with every stroke of his possession.

“You. Feel. So. Damn. Good,” He grunted between each dive of his hips.

She couldn’t speak. Her mouth open, small pants and moans escaped as he pounded into her. Suddenly, her orgasm crashed through her, and a scream ripped from her throat. She hung on to him as he continued to break through the waves of her release, causing hundreds of riptides of electricity to shoot through her. She thought she might faint from the intensity of the moment, didn’t think the insane pleasure cascading through every cell of her body could get any stronger, but she was wrong.

When he lifted his head and roared out his own release, she thought she’d die. Surely, one person could not survive such fervent paradise. She felt his seed pulse hot and deep inside her with each jerk of his hips, and nothing in her life had seemed so right as being with him.

Once the ripples of their release died down to gentle waves, he turned to his side and pulled her against him in classic spoon style. His warmth radiated into her, and she started drifting into sleep.

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“Make sure you dream about me again,” his lips whispered against her ear.

Her eyes popped open. “What?”

“I was there last night, in your dreams.” He smiled when she frowned at him.

“How?”

“It’s another thing fated mates can do. We can share each other’s dreams.” He nibbled her shoulder. “Especially when they get particularly heated.”

And even after what they’d just done, her cheeks grew hot, and he chuckled. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry. I just find it endearing and cute the way you blush.” Raze kissed her on the neck, and other parts of her heated.

“I’m too tired to talk about this right now.” Janine yawned.

“Go to sleep. I’ll stay here with you.”

She snuggled tighter against him. “Good, because you are like my own personal, full body heating pad.”

He chuckled again. “Always at your service, ma’am.”

She smiled and slipped into a deep sleep.

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Chapter Twelve

Raze awoke with a start from the light doze he’d drifted into. Janine was still snuggled tightly against him. Her soft breaths fanned over his arm. The back of his neck tingled and he sniffed the air. Warning bells clanged loud in his head and he shook Janine.

“Wake up, Janine.” She moaned softly. “Wake up. Now!”

She sat up abruptly. “Wha-what’s wrong?” she mumbled.

“Get your clothes on.” He scrambled off the bed and hastily dressed.

She must have noticed the urgency in his movements for the last vestiges of sleep left her and she scrambled off the bed and started pulling her clothes on. Once she was dressed, he grabbed her hand, and towed her along behind him to the door, out the door, and toward Brent’s cabin.

“What’s