A Certain Wolfish Charm(105)

"No one else, Lily," he growled before thrusting inside her. Her heat enveloped him as he pushed further. She gasped with undisguised pleasure.



The beast hovered just below the surface. The beast wanted to dominate her. Simon raked her back with his fingernails, hard enough to leave shallow red scratches down her tender white skin. He looked down in horror. What had he done?



"Again," she panted. "Do it again," she begged as she backed up against him and rocked forward. The heat of her slid down his length. She took him farther than ever before.



Simon's nails raked a new path down her back as he slammed into her.



"More," she said. The beast reared and fought. Simon bent low, pressing his chest to her back. One of his hands slipped into her hair and wound a knot around his fist. He tugged until her head was forced to turn. He breathed against her ear.



"It's me who takes you," he said, just before his teeth punctured the tender skin of her shoulder.



She erupted around him. He stopped to cry out at the sensation of her clamping around his length.



He wailed.



He howled.



He followed her.



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Lily sank to the ground under Simon's weight. He pressed her into the cold, soft earth. He slipped from her body within seconds, and she immediately felt the loss.



His hands brushed the hair away from her face. "Are you all right?"



Too weak to do more than nod, she slowly inclined her head. "Better," she murmured. And she was. She was better than ever before. She was Simon's wife. She was his partner. She was his Lycan mate.



"Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice quavering slightly.



"Not a bit," she assured him.



"I'm sorry I marked you." He reached to touch the small wound on her shoulder.



"I'm not." She smiled.



Simon rolled her over and looked into her eyes. "You're sure you're all right?"



"I'm not fragile, Simon." She cupped his face in her hand.



Simon slid an arm beneath her knees and one under her shoulders and hoisted her against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tightly to him. Would he disappear if she let him go? Would he walk into the shadows and leave her?



"I'll not leave you again," he said, as though he read her mind. "If you'll have me, all of me, I'll share my Lycan life with you."#p#分页标题#e#



"Do I have to wait a whole month to be able to do that again?" she asked, unable to withhold the laughter that erupted at the look on his face.



Simon carried her through the garden, into the house, up the stairs, and into their bedroom, both of them completely naked. He placed her gently on the bed.



"What's this?" she asked, as she saw a note on her pillow, with a tin of salve and a small towel. "For the shoulder," she read aloud. "Love, Alice."



"That's my mother for you," Simon sighed. "I love her, but she really should mind her own matters."



"Why did you fight it, Simon?" She had to know.



"I was afraid."



"That I wouldn't love you?"



"That I would never love myself." He shrugged then joined her on the bed.



"I love you enough for both of us." She kissed his jaw.



"A Lycan cannot be embraced by another until he embraces the wildness within himself." He repeated the words at the front of his father's book.



"Who wrote that?"



"Daniel." He twirled a lock of her hair absently around his finger.



"Daniel?"



Simon just nodded and swallowed hard. "He wrote it when he realized what he'd done, how he'd ruined his chance for a happy life with Emma."



"What do you mean?"



"He never embraced it. He never fully accepted that he was a Lycan. He dabbled at it, much like I did. He ran to hide every time the moon was full.



"By the time he took Emma, there was too much anger, too much despair. Then he hated himself. Every time she looked at him, she cringed. I didn't want that. I didn't want you to be disgusted by me."



"I'm not."



"And that, my dear, is the only thing that saved you." He chuckled.



"Oh, so the big, bad wolf would have hurt me, would he?" She laughed as she sat up and pushed him onto his back. Then straddled his hips.



"This big, bad wolf has officially been tamed," Simon said as he raised his hands above his head and relaxed.



"I actually liked my beastly husband." She pretended to pout. "He has a certain wolfish charm." He sat up quickly, captured her in a tight embrace, and reversed their positions, so that he was over her.