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  I had spent my teen years pretending it wasn’t all that important and had left it behind when I left for college since a ‘grown up’ didn’t have stuffed animals. I had secretly missed it every single day though and had almost asked Dad to send it to me several times.

  I never had though, any time I had come close I would find a reason not to. It really came down to an irrational fear of having it stolen. As if anyone would take a ratty stuffed animal.

  I felt Liam’s hand on my chin as he tilted my face up to his own. I expected to see him grinning or laughing at my foolishness, but instead found him looking at me with eyes full of understanding.

  He brought me into his arms, wrapping me in a cocoon of love and warmth and I felt my own love for this wonderful man swelling within me. I had spent so much time and energy worrying about what a boyfriend would think of a ‘silly’ stuffed animal that I failed to realized that the right one wouldn’t even think twice about something that obviously meant a lot to me.

  Putting one arm around him I reached up with the other and, standing on tiptoe, pulled his head down and kissed him. His arms tightened around me as I poured every ounce of the love I felt for him into our kiss, echoed by his love for me pouring into it as well.

  It was as if all the emotions we felt for each other were shared at the point our lips met. Our souls intertwined and left my head spinning as we lost track of where one of us began and the other ended.

  For a time we were two halves of a whole, made complete by the strength of our love.

  Separating only long enough for a quick gasp of air from time to time we each continued to pull the other back into the embrace. It was a single drawn out kiss that lasted forever, or a heartbeat, time didn’t seem able to apply itself to us for that moment.

  When our lips parted and we stood breathlessly in each others arms our eyes met and I found the desire that was threatening to overwhelm me mirrored back in his own gaze. Biting my lip I ran my hands up and down his sides slowly, my nails gliding across the fabric of the shirt he wore. His arms held me more and more tightly and he was even more out of breath now than after we had kissed.

  “Jen... your father...”

  “Won’t hear us since we’ll be super quiet.” I practically purred the words as I pressed myself against him. He groaned slightly as I moved my body slowly, suggestively, against his own.

  I could feel his desire growing with my every movement, the bulge in his pants threatening to rip them apart if it wasn’t released soon. His hands started moving over my body, almost mirroring my own movements as he let go of his concerns and began thinking with his other head.

  The one I wanted in charge right now.

  “I knew you’d be on board.” I grinned up into his eyes then kneeled down slowly in front of him, dragging my hands down his sides to the waist of his pants.

  Drawing my fingers across his zipper I felt him twitch and brought my face closer, nearly touching him with my lips. “Looks like you’ve got something trapped in there. Let’s set it free, shall we?”

  I could hear him breathing heavily above me as I slowly, teasingly, undid the jeans to free his cock already heavy with desire. The pants fell to his ankles as I brought my mouth closer, letting the heat of my breath wash over his growing member.

  I reached up under his shirt and traced the muscles with my nails, bringing them down to that heavenly ‘V’ which pointed right to the promised land. He growled softly as his hands found my hair and pulled me closer, unable to take my teasing.

  I smiled slightly then obliged by kissing his length from base to tip, licking a trail lightly when my lips weren’t moving from one spot to the next. He was fully, impressively rigid when I reached the apex.

  Holding the base of his girth with both hands, one wasn’t enough, I pulled the skin taut, licked around his head a few times, and brought all I could of him into my mouth. I let his hands guide me as I looked up into his face and was rewarded with a look of pure lust.

  His hips moved slightly, rhythmically, as if they had a mind of their own and I began pumping my hands in time. A moan was cut off just as soon as it began as Liam battled his own body for control and fought to stay quiet.

  Knowing that it was taking every ounce of concentration for him not to make noise gave me a rush and I redoubled my efforts. A part of me wanted to make him cry out in his passion and that piece was very turned on with the knowledge that I could actually break through his resolve.

  He pulled back right when I felt I had him there.

  “Mate, you,” he growled hungrily, “are delightfully dangerous.” His voice was low, husky with desire as he looked into my eyes. I continued to stroke him and smiled mischieviously up at him before flicking the tip of my tongue across the ridge of his hood.

  He hadn’t moved far enough away.

  The pleasured groan I had been chasing after whispered softly from him before turning into a growl. He reluctantly retreated a bit further and I winked up at him. The rush I had gotten from my victory had me burning with passion.

  “My turn.” His eyes held the promise of revenge.

  This just kept getting better.

  His hands guided me up to stand before him as he kicked off his shoes and jeans. His shirt went next, followed immediately by my own, then his lips again found mine. His hands were everywhere, it felt like he had at least a dozen, and his fingers traced every curve of my body, caressing them lightly and leaving behind lines of fire.

  Suddenly his arms were around me and I found myself being lowered gently onto the bed. I was surprised to find that my bra was gone, he’d gotten much better at removing it already.

  His eyes glowing with desire, he loomed over me before leaning down and kissing a trail slowly from my jaw downward. His hands were now focused solely on my chest, though they avoided any contact with my nipples which were firm with anticipation.

  Once his mouth reached his hands he squeezed my breasts and brought them closer together, then lightly grazed the hard nubs with his teeth. My back arched into him as I stifled a moan of my own, causing him to chuckle softly while he continued his ministrations.

  He sucked both nipples into his mouth at the same time and began to lick and flick them lightly with his tongue. His teeth continued to bite and scrape providing a contrast to the softness of his tongue and making my already wet chanel all that much wetter.

  When he released me and made his way further down with a teasing slowness I brought my own hands up to continue where he left off. He glanced up and grinned, his eyes saying ‘I’ll allow it’ while his hands unbuttoned my pants.

  With a maddeningly slow pace he stood and peeled my pants off, bringing the sopping wet panties along for the trip, and dropped them with all of the other clothes on the floor. Placing my legs over his shoulders he looked down at me hungrily for a moment while I continued kneading my breasts and panting softly.

  I felt myself burning up from the desire in his gaze.

  He lowered himself gradually, running his hands along the length of my legs as they passed over his shoulders. He smiled mischievously and winked before moving in close and exhaling softly across my passion.

  The bastard was teasing me in the same way I had done to him.

  My hands found his head and I pulled him forward, or rather I tried to. He wasn’t budging. “No fair...” My words were barely a whisper as I tried in vain to buck my hips upwards; his hands held me down.

  “Who said anything about being fair?” His hot breath tickled its way across me, his lips close enough that I could feel their heat over the fire I felt inside. “No, my mate. This? This is revenge.”

  I whimpered softly and lay my head back as, true to his words, he did everything but touch me where I needed it the most.

  He kissed and licked his way around both legs, punctuating their softness with small bites. His hands roamed freely from my breasts down to my knees, touching so softly that I was sure he was only stirring the air above my skin.
/>   A throaty chuckle brought my gaze back down to see him watching me with the predatory gleam in his eyes that always promised so much. “You’re making a mess of your bed love. Here, let me clean that up for you.”

  The tip of his tongue found the base of my slit and my body shivered as he traced the line to the top. He repeated the movement, pausing deliberately as he moved back to the base before he licked his way back up.

  “I apologize,” he whispered softly. “It seems I am just making more of a mess.” His mouth tickled at me as he spoke, causing my desire to become an ache for him that was far beyond anything I had ever experienced before.

  “Fuck me...” I pleaded with him for release.

  “What was that?”

  “Fuck me, please!” I hissed the words as loudly as I dared.

  “I’m sorry.” His smile was that of the devil itself. “I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

  I groaned softly in frustration but, fortunately, it turned into one of pleasure as he began to use his mouth in earnest. He slid a finger in, meeting no resistance since I was more than ready for something far more... substantial. His finger began stroking me inside as his tongue found its focus outside.

  I was quickly at the burning cusp of release.

  And he stopped abruptly, pulling away slightly.

  “Fuckfuckfuck!” I hissed at him through clenched teeth, my accompanying glare washing right off of him.

  “You know, I was just remembering all those times over the past few weeks that you wound me up, but never delivered on.” He winked at me and I felt a panic rise within me. “You’re lucky I’m not a cruel man.”

  He brought himself up and over me and my breath caught as I felt the head of his member pressing lightly against the opening to my passage. He ran his hands up my sides, took my head in his hands, and brought me into a passionate kiss as he slowly pushed forward.

  I sighed against his mouth and wrapped my arms around his body as I enveloped him completely. He held himself still inside of me, stretching me to my limits, and I clenched my muscles tightly.

  He grunted in pleasure as he began to move with an agonizing slowness, every motion bringing me back the tiniest bit closer to release but never quite reaching it. I used my muscles in sync, quickling having him panting with his own needs.

  His movements slowed even further and he began pausing at each extreme, full in or mostly out, for increasingly long breaks. He was close as well and was drawing it out, making this a tease for us both.

  After a particularly long pause he pulled out entirely, turned me onto my side, and lay on his side behind me. One of his arms snaked under me to clutch my breasts while his other hand guided him back to my desperately waiting opening.

  His mouth ripped at my neck and shoulder as he slid back in gently, one slow inch at a time. His breathing was ragged with desire as he resumed his slow movements and I knew he was as close as I was.

  As one hand pinched my nippes lightly, his other came to rest between my legs. His fingers began tracing slow circles are my point of purest pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy throughout my body.

  Craning my neck I brought my lips to his just as the first waves of my orgasm began rocking my body. I moaned into his mouth, grateful for the way it muffled the noise.

  It was echoed by a groan of his own as my spasming passage brought him over the edge.

  My muscles felt like quivering jelly but I gripped his manhood as tightly as I could as it rocked within me. A seemingly endless eruption of his seed sent a thrill throughout me, and he buried himself even deeper within me as he found his release.

  He brought his arms together, encasing me in them and holding me against his chest possessively, both of us continued to gasp for air as our bodies pulsated in euphoric release. He kept himself inside as we rode out our passion together, kissing softly and reveling in the feel of each other’s bodies.

  I closed my eyes and sighed softly as he nuzzled my neck, kissing it ever more slowly. I ignored my racing thoughts and pulse and instead focused on the warmth and wonder of being with the man I loved as I drifted slowly to sleep.

  Could life be any better?

  Chapter Twelve

  Liam

  I held Jen in my arms, gently stroking her hair long after she had fallen asleep. I was tired, yet sleep continued to elude me. Whenever I closed my eyes I became aware of a buzzing inside my mind as if I had an angry beehive between my ears.

  It must have been the continuing effect of the energy drink I had had. I would definitely be avoiding those in the future.

  The sounds of a shower running came to me from across the hall; my sister was also having difficulty sleeping apparently. Taking a shower of my own was an idea that quickly took root in my thoughts, it had been an unfortunate span of time since I was last clean.

  Decision made, it was still quite a while before I could muster the motivation to move. This was the closest thing to a ‘normal’ moment I had ever had with my mate; we always seemed to be on the run either away from or towards some catastrophe.

  It was impossible to break away from the feel of her soft skin against me, or the silken strands of her hair beneath my fingertips. I had never been so willingly, or happily, trapped in all my years.

  She shifted slightly in her sleep, a short breath of happiness reaching me. Her emotions were always so close to the surface that just being near her was a drug, one I was well and truly addicted to.

  I breathed in deeply, savoring the intermingled scent of us. Her feelings were laid bare, love, happiness, safety. All of them combined seamlessly with the scent that marked her as mine. The aroma of our lovemaking still hung heavily in the air and had my blood rushing southward before I caught the scent of myself.

  Shower, right.

  Closing my eyes and sighing I slowly extricated my arm from beneath her and took care to disturb her as little as possible as I stood from the bed. I smiled as she whimpered softly in protest before rolling over, still deep in sleep.

  Kris had long since finished her shower but I could still hear her moving around quietly as I knocked softly at the door to her room. She answered quickly, door opening to reveal my sister wrapped nearly head to toe in towels.

  “What’s up?” She looked past me to the closed door of Jen’s room. “She still asleep?”

  “She is. I need to use the shower.”

  “Yeah you do.” Kris crinkled her nose and waved a hand in front of her face, grinning at me the whole time.

  “Ha. Ha. You’re hilarious.”

  She smiled and shrugged but stepped back to let me in the room before pointing to an open door on one side. “It’s in there. Take your time, you need it.”

  I snorted but went immediately toward the bathroom, pausing only when Kris called after me. “Toss your clothes out, I’m going to do a quick load of laundry. Doesn’t make any sense to put those filthy things back on after cleaning yourself.”

  “Fair point. Can you get Jen’s as well?” At Kris’s nod I walked into the bathroom and readied the shower.

  A month ago I would have ridiculed any shifter that felt they needed a shower. We were of nature! If we wanted to be clean we’d stand out in the rain or rinse off in a river.

  But now?

  Dropping my clothing outside the door I turned and, with an embarrassing surge of gratefulness, stepped into the steaming water. Showers were a human invention I had quickly come to appreciate.

  At first I had just been trying to appease my mate, cleanliness was a particularly important topic for her, however I had quickly become used to showering daily. Being clean, actually clean, was truly remarkable. I had even grown accustomed to the scents of soap and shampoo.

  A long while later I stepped out and toweled myself dry, wrapping the largest towel around my waist. It looked little more than a wide belt. Being as large as I was certainly had some unique problems.

  Normally I would have just gone naked but, taking a cue from my sister, I fel
t that covering up was wise. While shifters may be comfortable walking around fully nude, this was a human home.

  Where my mate’s father lived.

  Stepping out of the bathroom I found Kris lounging on the bed, reading a magazine about fashion, of course. She looked up as I approached, acknowledging my presence, before continuing her reading.

  “I was about to send a search party in. I was worried you got lost.” She chuckled softly at her own joke.

  Ignoring her attempt at humor I asked, simply, “How do I marry Jen?”

  Kris laughed and closed the magazine, tossing it to the side and sitting up. “The overly traditional Liam asking about a human ceremony? Jen really has tamed the beast!”

  I glared at her, a low growl escaping from me. I was serious about this and not in a joking mood.

  “Ok, ok.” She held up her hands defensively. “Maybe she just leashed you.” Her eyes glittered with mirth at my frustration.

  “Sister...”

  “One of these days you’re going to discover your sense of humor,” she sighed. “But, you’ve unwittingly done the first thing right, you came to me. As Jen’s best friend I’m going to tell you exactly the right ring to buy, the right way to propose, and I’ll even help plan the ceremony. It’s pretty simple really...”

  Her notion of ‘pretty simple’ was quite different from my own.

  It wasn’t long before my head was swimming in confusion over what felt like an endless stream of information. My sister seemed to possess an intimate level of detail about the exact way I needed to propose to Jen. This ceremony was infinitely more complex than any I had learned in the shifter world.

  “So, I must plan to ambush her with a ring? And she would prefer this to occur, specifically, during a meal? One that should also be expensive?” The look my sister gave me at my questions could have cut stone.