Lycan It

Chapter Eleven

When Janine woke the next morning, her body was hot, damp and achy.

She remembered the dream well. It had been so vivid, so real. She showered and dressed, and when she made her way to the kitchen, Raze was sitting at the small table sipping at a cup of black coffee.

“Good morning,” she said hesitantly, not sure what kind of reception she’d get from him after their disagreement.

He smiled up at her. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

Yeah. Too damn good with hot dreams of him. Her cheeks burned, and she quickly pulled a cup from the cabinet and poured some coffee in hopes of covering up her embarrassment. “Yes. Thank you. You?”

He stretched his long arms over his head. “I thought I wasn’t going to scrunched up on the couch, but I had some very interesting dreams that made me forget all about my sleeping arrangement.”

She turned and looked at him. He stood and came toward her until he was a breath from her, their bodies almost touching. He bent down and placed his mouth close to her ear. “I can see it too.”

She sucked in a breath and snapped her head up. The jerky movement sloshed hot coffee over her hand. “Ouch!” She set the cup down and started for the sink, but Raze was there before she could turn the water on. He flipped on the cold tap, and pushed her hand under it.

“Son of a bitch. I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s not your fault I’m clumsy.” She didn’t think the burn was all that bad, and felt more of an impact from his touch than from the injury.

He turned her hand over after a few minutes to inspect it, and let out a long breath of what she supposed was relief. “Just a little red.”

She turned the water off. “I’m okay. Thank you.”

He tugged her toward the living room where he sat down and pulled her across his lap. She squirmed, but he held her to his chest firmly.

“Listen. I’m sorry about what I said. I shouldn’t have asked you for so much so soon. You’ve been through a lot in the past couple days, and it was wrong of me to ask for your blind trust at this moment in time. I wasn’t lying when I said you were my mate, and I care for you, Janine. If there is a chance for us, even a slight one, I want to take it. You are the only woman in the world for me.”

She felt tears prickle the back of her eyes. “I didn’t mean to flip out on you when you bit me. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. It’s just, yes, I have been through quite an emotional roller coaster, and sometimes the fear of what I’ve been through sneaks up on me.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “I do care for you, Raze. I don’t know if we can make this thing happen between us. We are so different, but I’m willing to try.”

He squeezed her to him until she squeaked. “Damn. I’m sorry.”

She laughed. “Stop apologizing for everything.”

He grinned. “I will if you will.”

She nodded. “Deal.”

“Janine?” He tucked her hair behind her ears and watched her with those intense, gray eyes she was growing to—

Oh my God! I do love him. It hadn’t been just a dream. It had been a revelation. Somehow, somewhere along the line, she’d fallen in love with him. “What, Raze?”

“I would really like to make love to you. I mean, I know technically we have, but—”

She placed her index finger over his lips. “Please, and I swear to you we won’t stop this time.”

Oh, there would definitely be no stopping this time. Last time, he’d been inside her, but had never finished, and she craved to feel his release right along with her own. She giggled when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. They stripped their clothes off in less than a minute and she was soon flat on her back with Raze on top of her.

He framed her face with his big hands. “You, Janine Denton, are the most fascinating, beautiful, wonderful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

When he looked at her that way, the desire glowing in his eyes, she believed him. He placed his lips on hers and kissed her long and deep. She wound her arms around his neck and toyed with the short hairs at his nape.

The achy demand that now seemed so familiar when Raze touched her started in her breasts and dipped low into her stomach.

His tongue played at hers and the spicy, clean taste of him assaulted her senses with a rush of heat, and she pressed closer to his big body. The sprinkling of hairs on his chest and legs tickled her skin, and she groaned at the sensation. It wasn’t a tickle that made her want to laugh. 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.

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.

“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.