Tags:
Erótica,
Romance,
supernatural,
Short-Story,
love,
Snow,
Werewolf,
Alpha,
shapeshifter,
winter,
Mountains,
punishment,
lycan,
lycanthrope,
beta,
lycans sacrifice,
judgement,
lycans love,
lycans promise
form. It was comfortable to lean against him while he
rested, threading her fingers through his golden fur. He looked up
at her with large golden eyes.
After getting her breath back, Sanda rolled
over onto the ground to look up at the darkening sky. She scanned
it for the first star of the night, eyes landing on a weak twinkle
to the North. Beside her Beryx changed into human form, throwing an
arm over her. She cuddled close to him.
“Was it good for you?”
She laughed, pushing at his shoulder. Beryx
grabbed her hand, palm covered with dirt from their run up the
mountain. He brushed his lips over the knuckles, sending a trail of
heat straight to the pit of her belly.
“Better than I ever imagined.” Sanda
whispered. It was natural to lean into him for a kiss, claiming his
lips for her own.
Beryx covered her with his body, warm skin
blocking out the cold mountain air. Sanda shifted closer to her
mate, sliding a leg over his hips. Already his arousal jutted
against her pelvis with throbbing heat. Beryx cupped one of her
breasts and they kissed. They ground body against body while their
tongues and hands drifted over one another. Sanda wrapped her legs
around Beryx’s lean hips to urge him closer. She was excited. Her
body slicked with wetness for him.
Beryx shifted up onto his forearms caging her
between them. His pupils were dilated. His mouth parted. Sanda
wanted to kiss him again, but she wanted him inside of her more.
She reached down to guide his sex along the crevice of her buttocks
into her entrance. He came into her with one long, slow thrust that
had Sanda clenching around him possessively. Beryx set the rhythm
of their mating, dragging his sex into and out of her with slow,
firm thrusts. She stared up into his face, never breaking eye
contact, pushing her hips up to meet each thrust with anticipation.
She clamped onto him each time, doing her best to keep him locked
inside of her, fighting the backwards pull of his retreat only to
have him invade again.
The pace increased as the tension inside
their bodies built up. Thrusts grew short. Their bodies moved with
frantic speed. Sanda clung to him. She refused to break eye
contact. Sanda wanted to see his release. The pleasure became
almost unbearable. Her body clamped around Beryx with fierce
tenacity. Their gasping cries mingled with the wind as Sanda felt
Beryx pulse and studder inside of her body. It was the most erotic
thing she’d ever felt. Something like agony lit up her lover’s face
before he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in her neck.
Sanda came after him, convulsing around his still hard sex until it
hurt. It felt too wonderful to fight. She allowed it to happen,
letting her body carry her over a wave of intense release.
Their sweat quickly evaporated at the higher
altitude. Sanda and Beryx remained wrapped around each other for
warmth.
“Never leave me,” Beryx muttered into her
ear, “I couldn’t survive it.”
“Never love,” Sanda whispered back, “I’ll
never leave you.”
Stars bejeweled the ceiling above in vast
numbers. Far off, a pale pink slit on the horizon was all that
remained of the day. Sanda couldn’t think of any better place to
cement their bond.
Sanda stood in front of the fireplace
watching the last embers of a dying fire. Jurisa hadn’t bothered to
put more wood on the flames during the course of the several
meetings she had that day and the fire was almost out.
First, Cami had been summoned to the Alpha’s
cottage to receive punishment for participating in the crazy trek
down to Ekras. Sanda peeked out the window from the kitchen to
watch the woman walk down the street escorted by Dragos. She
entered the building with her nose in the air and her shoulders
back, and left after a very short period of time looking quite
smug. Sanda supposed that she’d used her pregnancy as leverage to
get a better outcome.
Next came Garrett, slinking into and out of
the cottage, worn and tired both ways. Then,