You Are Mine (The Lycans 2)

He pulled me on top of him, my legs straddling either side of his waist, his cock still so hard it was like a velvet-covered lead pipe between my thighs.

I gasped as he lifted his hips, grinding himself against my flesh. “I want you,” I whispered.

“You’ve got to be sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head. “I’m so ready. I need you.” I rubbed my pussy on his cock, letting him feel how soaked I was.

“Fuck.” He curled his hands around my waist, and said, “Put me inside you, Ainslee.”

I could see his canines lengthening, felt my own do the same in response. And as I reached down and gripped him, his hiss of pleasure leaving his clenched teeth from my simple touch, I knew two things for certain.

I was insatiable for my male.

And it looked like he was the same way for me.

25

Luca

I held my mate, this total complete feeling of contentment filling me. I’d never cried in my life, but in that moment as I held my Ainslee, I felt like weeping like a babe.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispered, the silence intermittently broken up by the sound of the crackling fire.

“That the very sound of your voice brings me peace.” I felt her smile against my chest and held her close. She may have only been mine in the literal sense for a week, and I may have only mated her within the last day, but she was the best, most glorious thing to ever come into my life.

“Although I love hearing all the sweet things you say about me,” she said and rose up slightly so she could look into my face, “I can tell there’s something heavy on your mind.”

I smiled and lifted my hand to cup her cheek. I marveled at the texture of her flesh, and how warm she was, at the fact that her cheeks were tinged pink from mating, fucking... making love. They were all one and the same when it came to claiming my female. “Your skin is so soft,” I murmured and pulled her in at the same time I rose to kiss her.

Our lips moved together passionately, slowly. I was easily drunk on her. And just feeling her lips upon mine, holding her close, knowing she was mine, told me all the time I’d waited for her, all the agony and how I’d suffered in pain, had been worth it.

I’d go through madness all over again if the outcome was my Ainslee.

When I broke away, it was to breathe her in. She was my life force. My lifeline. My heart beat for her. I took air into my lungs because of her. I was her protector, the male who would always provide for her. And all these centuries had been preparing me for that role.

“Can you tell me about your life?” she asked and curled back against me.

My chest hummed in renewed pleasure at having her close. “What would you like to know? I’ll tell you anything. Everything.”

She was silent for long moments, her slender, delicate fingers tracing the muscles of my abdomen as if she was lost in thought. I knew what she wanted to know without her saying the words, and it was clear my little female didn’t know if she should broach the subject.

I tipped my head down and kissed the crown of her head, closing my eyes and inhaling her sweet scent into my lungs. I’ll never get enough of my Ainslee.

“You wish to know about when I started losing my mind?” My voice was soft, gentle. But I still felt her tense against me. “It’s okay. I want to tell you.” I held her tighter against me, the very thought of her not by my side so fucking painful it actually had my breath catching in my chest. “I need to tell you.” And I did, I realized.

I was quiet for long moments as I thought about how to explain any of this.

“There wasn’t some deep cause that was intricate and detailed to my downfall,” I whispered. “The simple fact is, my loneliness and need for my mate—for you, sweet Ainslee—had consumed me so much that over time, I let it take over.” Gladly so, I kept to myself. “It was easier to let the darkness and insanity take over, because then it gave me a small reprieve from the pain of not having my other half.” She tipped her head up to look at me again. “It helped ease my agony of not having you,” I said softly.

“It wasn’t until I started losing my grip on the world and reality that I realized what was happening,” I added quietly, almost absentmindedly, thinking back all those centuries ago when everything around me started to make less and less sense.

She stayed silent, but I knew it wasn’t because she didn’t know what to say, but because she was giving me this time to come to terms with telling someone my story after so long.