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  Once the water began to cool, nerves took over again and Lana stepped from the tub, happy to do this task in privacy. Ynez had set a fluffy white towel at the edge of the tub and Lana used it now, drying methodically. After applying a luxurious body cream, a gift from Savannah, she brushed her teeth and dried her hair.

  The gown she would wear tonight was in the bedroom, so Lana shrugged into the robe again and walked into the next room where the ladies waited for her.

  “Wow, you guys have been busy.” The heavy bedspread was folded neatly to the foot of the bed and the ladies had scattered pink rose petals around on the crisp white sheets. More candles were lit here too. She knew Mad didn’t give a rat’s butt about this sort of thing but damn if she didn’t love it. Everything they’d done spoke to her inner romantic, to the little girl she’d been a long time ago. “It’s beautiful. It really is.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and she blinked them away. She was so ridiculously sentimental tonight. Savannah knuckled away a few tears of her own and laughed through them. “We even thought of chocolate.”

  She waved a hand toward a table that had been set up near the sliding doors leading to the balcony outside. It was filled with an assortment of foods and chocolate candies that were shaped into shells and stars. Several of Savannah’s special brownies were piled onto a small silver tray. Fresh flowers had been placed in a crystal vase.

  They’d not ignored a single detail in making the night special for her and Mad and Lana was unbelievably touched. She saw two flutes sitting on the table and someone had already graciously opened one of several bottles of bubbly and filled one of the glasses halfway.

  “Mm. Someone wants to get me drunk.”

  “Not hardly,” Savannah said. “But I know you need to relax a bit before Moon gets here and he won’t be long. He’s in the downstairs guest bedroom, showering up and stuff.” She turned Lana’s attention to the lovely nightgown laid out on the bed. “Kat and Sara have exquisite taste. This is so pretty.”

  It was. Nothing had surprised her more than when they’d gifted her with things to make her consummation night special.

  While the ladies bustled around the room making certain that everything was perfect, Lana pulled the gorgeous confection over her head and it fell smoothly into place over her body. The long white swatch of soft lace teased her curves and voile ribbon tied at the shoulders. A tiny pair of matching panties completed the look and Lana knew for certain she’d best enjoy this now. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

  Ynez pressed the glass into her hand then gave her a hug. “Be happy.”

  Savannah was next, hugging her tightly. “Love ya. See you at the consummation party in a few days, okay? This is going to be the best night of your life.”

  When the ladies left, Lana sighed and sipped at her drink, then finally opened the door leading to the balcony and stepped outside. A half-moon hung heavy in the sky, silvery-white and spectacular. Leaning there, she looked out over the land that was now her home, still unable to believe how her life had unfolded. She didn’t like wallowing in sentimentality but couldn’t help herself. Feeling overcome seemed the norm for her these days as a community she hadn’t known existed a few short months ago embraced her, claiming her as one of their own.

  After tonight she would be bound to Mad for life and she saw the years stretching out before her as one long adventure of discovery. This was such a good thing. Her heart expanded as she stared out into the night. Thoughts of the past and of loss dissolved under the onslaught of other, more powerful emotions. She was ready to live, to love. Yes, she wanted it all.

  * * * * *

  Lana stood leaning against the balcony outside, moonlight dancing over her body as a light breeze skipped over her long gown to move it around her legs. As if she sensed his presence, she turned to look at him and the breath lodged in his throat. Lust and love and a whole lot of other emotions swam through his system as his legs ate up the distance separating them. The door to outside remained open to the cool night so he walked through it to take his future in his arms. Pulling her against him was a simple as breathing, her sweet scent moving through his head and causing his cock to swell to impossible dimensions behind the fly of his jeans.

  “Well now, aren’t you just the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered against her bright hair. “Have you been waiting long?”

  “Long enough for nerves to set in.”

  “No need for that, darlin’. This thing we’ll do tonight will be as natural as breathing. It’s what mates through the whole of our existence have done and they have lived to tell the tale.” He drew back and looked into her eyes, luminous in the half light. He drew his thumb along the side of her face. “Don’t think this thing to death, just feel. The power might seem overwhelming but you are lycan. You will absorb every bit of energy, each increment of power and let it move through you as your beast does before a shift.”

  Bending to her, he kissed her forehead and near the corners of her eyes and then her cheeks before teasing the edges of her mouth. She sighed when finally he took her lips. He pressed lips to hers, loving her response and the sweet mobility of her mouth as he took the kiss from gentle to crazy in the span of a heartbeat. Moon sent his tongue deep, absorbing her flavor, drinking each panting little breath before stepping back to send his avid gaze down the length of her body.

  Her nipples, tightly drawn and pale, pressed against the lacy bit of nothing. Mad scraped his thumbnail gently over one, then the other, loving her answering gasp of pleasure. She swayed into the touch as if seeking more. Hell yes, he’d give her more. They had all night and the days to come.

  They had forever.

  Pressing her back against the railing, he removed the empty glass dangling from her fingers and set it on the floor. Sending his fingers into her hair, he kissed her again, angling his mouth, loving the way her breasts settled against his bare chest. Moving into her body, he lowered his hands to stroke the sides of her throat then rested them against the bows at her shoulders. A solid yank separated the ties, leaving the bit of lace to sag until it halted its descent at her lush breasts.

  Moon stepped back. With the tip of one finger, he traced the seam of the nightgown then pushed it over the soft mounds until the garment slid down to puddle around her bare feet. Filling his hands with her breasts, he manipulated her flesh as the ever-present energy residing in his body zipped through him.

  Moon sent his hands on a fiery study of her near-nudity, stroking the gentle curves before dragging his fingers over the crease of her pussy, hidden only by a transparent scrap of fabric. Her clit pulsed against the bit of lace and he pressed his thumb there, scraping the swollen flesh until a soft cry broke from her lips. Lana reached up, gripping his arms, her head falling back as he teased her body. Soon that simple touch was not enough.

  In the distance a wolf howled.

  His beast answered, rolled through his belly, awakening, but tonight he hunted softer prey. Savage impulses, the need to release every bit of pent-up energy, the true power of his kind, scratched through the thin veil that separated man from beast, prompting him to go to his knees before this woman who was his mate. He snagged the edge of her panties with his teeth, a low growl breaking free as Lana’s scent rolled through his brain, igniting a soul-deep passion he’d never experienced before. Down, down, he brought the damp scrap of lace until he uncovered her cunt. “Spread your legs,” he whispered against her thighs.

  Lana did as he instructed, the bit of lace stretched tight from knee to knee. Her movement restricted, he moved in on her to rest his face against her belly, loving the way it tightened, and then sent his lips south to trace the seam of her labia with his tongue. Her scent, the wetness of her flesh, called to his beast as he drank the taste of her, circling her clit then sucking until her restrained legs quivered. She fought against the binding as he brought her up then down again. Pacing himself had never been so challenging.

  A stor
m brewing, surging through his system like fire, he grabbed the lace of her panties and ripped them from her, tossing the bits aside.

  Inspired by her beauty and the low sounds she made, Moon released her flesh, her wild cry of despair ringing in his ears as he scooped her up and stalked into the darkness of the bedroom. “It’s time,” he breathed into her ear as he placed her on the mattress amid the rose petals, noting the way they clung to her thighs.

  He stood by the bed as the ever-building energy swam through the air, his cock painfully tight beneath the denim restraint of his jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping, he kicked them aside then joined her on the bed. Looming over her, he studied her face infused by passion, by burning need, and moved between her spread thighs.

  Against the wavering light of the candles, her pussy glistened with her juices, open to him. His breath came heavy and hard, sweat beading his forehead as he knelt over her. He dipped one finger then two deep into her, loving the way her body clenched and tightened. She needed, wanted to come and he knew it.

  Moon watched his wet fingers appear then disappear into her pussy until he finally removed them, sending his touch over her inner thighs. Her damp skin was ultrasoft there, so delicate that he fought the urge to test that tender skin with his teeth. Lana writhed against the sheets and he knew he couldn’t keep looking into her expressive face with needing to fuck her hard and fast.

  Delaying that moment, he grabbed her hips then flipped her to her belly. Moon grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her and once her ass was beautifully displayed, he bent to press his mouth to the pale globes, the gentle dip at the base of her spine and then nipped gently.

  His tongue swept her flesh. Moon separated her ass cheeks, studying each dip and angle of her body, every sensitive, hidden spot, then tasted her pussy, his mouth eating at her as his gums tingled and his beast roared for completion. Power surged, a living thing, and he pushed it into her body. Lana bucked against his lips, the stroking of his tongue, then went still, her body seizing as climax ripped through her. A long, low cry left her as she trembled, but this time there would be no gentle landing, no soft coming down. Ramping things up another seductive notch, he turned her again, this time the pillow cushioning her ass and tilting her cunt where he wanted it.

  His fingers plied her pussy, manipulating, parting her labia until, with a whimper, she planted her heels on the bed and lifted her knees only to let them fall to the side. Open to him, she moved in a slow parody of sex that proved irresistible. Gripping his aching cock, he dragged the head over her weeping flesh, collecting the dampness. He rubbed it over her, pressing her pulsing little clit then moving it lower to trace her opening.

  Supernatural energy gathered like a storm in the room, sweeping his body, urging him on. Sizzles and pops, a mixture of light and sound zipped over him. Moon gripped her hips and lifted them, instantly impaling her on his thick cock. Balls-deep inside her clenching pussy, he let his head drop forward as a low buzzing swept his brain along with a red haze of lust so hot it was a miracle he didn’t burst into flame.

  Lana’s low cry built and built until her distressed wail filled the air and when he drew back slightly only to thrust again, she screamed as he pushed the lycan power deep. The whirlwind, the wild mating fire of their species blasted through his body as he slammed heavily into her, hard and savage, the primal nature of it raw and stronger than anything he’d experienced before. His balls hardened, tightened, the profound ache nearly impossible to bear. Still he fucked her as power curled, a living thing, and his beast panted in his belly, scratching and clawing to be released.

  The base of his cock thickened, swelled. The time upon them both, he pushed deep. “Clench tight around me. Now. Now. Gods!”

  Instantly her pussy tightened beneath the heavy knot at the base of his cock, effectively locking them together. With a low cry, needing to move, Moon had nowhere to go but up. Higher and higher he moved, rotating his pelvis against her clit as she screamed his name. Angling his body, he pressed the head of his impossibly swollen cock repeatedly against the soft, sensitive pad of nerves behind her pubic bone. A low cry met each brush, each stroke against her G-spot, and beneath his thrusting body, Lana trembled.

  The air crackled as orgasm ripped through his body and he sent his semen blasting into her. Lana met this with another climax of her own, screaming her pleasure in a sound more animal than human. Her clenching pussy milked him but rather than come down from the delicious high, his body began to soar again, and again. The next orgasm burned even higher and his gums tingled. He looked into Lana’s eyes, noting they were dilated until almost no blue remained. They were wild, staring into his.

  Fangs broke from his gums and he snapped them, snarling low and deep.

  “Mad, what’s happening?” Her gasping words had no sooner been spoken when she thrashed against him, locked into place and her head pressed back into the pillow. When she opened her mouth on an animalistic cry, her fangs appeared. Her eyes more wolven than human, she stared at him, panting.

  Moon thrust high again and released every bit of lycan power at his disposal, sending it through her body as he lowered his mouth to the tender notch between her neck and shoulder and sank his fangs deep. Lana instantly climaxed, her body gripping his cock, her nails scraping over the muscles of his back. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she pushed her pussy forward as if to absorb every last bit of his flesh. He released her shoulder then licked at the wound. The taste of her blood was coppery and sweet against his tongue.

  Still locked together, Moon lifted her until she straddled his lap. When lust built high again, he fucked her fast, the inhuman speed of the lycan acting as a vibrator until Lana’s orgasm blasted repeatedly through her body. Over and over she came, the event seeming without end, a long stream of sensation crashing through until she shook in his arms. The prick of her fangs in his shoulder sent him teetering on the edge until he followed her in a series of endless climaxes.

  Tears filled his eyes as she finally rested limp in his arms. They were still locked tightly together and would remain that way for many hours to come. Fangs magically disappeared. Breathing heavily, Moon brushed a kiss over her mouth.

  “We’re mated.” The brief break in the demands of his body was welcome because he had something to say.

  “I can’t believe this. I never imagined.” She nuzzled his chest then pressed her lips over his heart. “Moon?”

  “Yeah?” He swept his hands over her back as lust rolled slowly through his veins again. Not much time. “What is it, honey?”

  “I don’t know how to say this.”

  The connection between them now was more than physical, it was mystical. It was the way of natural mates in the lycan world.

  He pushed soothing thoughts into her mind, sharing the peace that set up residence in his heart. “Sure you do, sweetheart.”

  Lana leaned back and slowly rotated her body, sending another flash of pleasure through him, and then she smiled. “Yeah, I guess I do. I feel it. We’re really joined now, in every way.” She cocked her head, her eyes filling. “You love me?”

  Moon kissed her again then rested his cheek to hers. “I have for a long time. Maybe from the first moment I clapped eyes on you.” He looked into her pretty face then brushed his lips over hers, loving the way she wrapped him up, the feel of her chest pressed to his and how their hearts seemed to beat as one. “Yeah, I love you, darlin’, more than life itself. I became the luckiest man in the world on the night you decided you needed to find your own place in this world and ran smack dab into mine.”

  “And there’s no place I’d rather be than right here in your arms.”

  * * * * *

  Deep in the wilds of West Texas, a lone wolf sat on his haunches beneath the branches of an ancient, gnarled oak and lifted his muzzle to the skies. A smattering of stars decorated the heavens, a single one burning across the expanse of darkness in a quick flashing blaze. A sense of peace, of love sought and found, curled over h
is black fur and into his lonely heart. Sam had fought this sense of knowing but now he embraced the gift as he stared into the night, plotting the course of his future. It seemed to him the world was full of searchers, those who were lost and those who yearned for love. It was pretty nice to know that prayers could be answered.

  A woman had howled out and found her Mad Moon along with a new life full of hope. Who would have guessed that through her search, she would give this lonely West Texan some hope too? That thought burning through his mind, the dark wolf came to his feet and lifted his face to the sky, his howl ringing out into the night.

  About Regina Carlysle

  Regina Carlysle is an award-winning, multi-published author. She likes writing that is hot, edgy and often humorous, and puts this trademark stamp on all her stories. Regina lives in west Texas with her husband of 25 years and counting, and is a doting, fawning, over-indulgent mother to her two kids. When she’s not penning steamy erotic tales or hot contemporary stories, she’s indulging in long chats with friends who help her stay sane and keep her laughing.

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