Lycan Redemption

Chapter Fifteen

“You look absolutely beautiful, dear.” Betty hugged Myka.

“Yes. She does,” Galen said as he walked up beside her.

“Thank you.” She wasn’t used to so many compliments and tried to hide the blush heating her cheeks. “Have either of you seen Patrick lately?”

“I believe he’s helping himself to another piece of cake.” Galen chuckled.

“I better go and make sure it’s the last piece, or you will be up with him all night with an upset tummy, Betty.”

“I’ll go. You visit with Betty.” Galen bent down and kissed her on the cheek before making his way toward Patrick.

“My, my but he is a looker,” Betty said before blushing.

“He is, isn’t he?” Myka ogled him as he walked away.

He’d worn dark jeans, a dark blue shirt with a blue tie that was two shades lighter, and a black jacket—the latter he’d removed a few minutes earlier. She was positive she’d never see another man who could wear a pair of jeans like Galen. His lean hips and perfect ass were swoon worthy, and if she were a maiden from times past, she was sure she’d faint dead away at such a glorious specimen of male flesh.

Earlier, she’d gotten ready at the courthouse to keep Galen from seeing her dress before they got married. While Patrick had proudly walked her down the short aisle to her waiting groom, her knees had nearly turned to jelly when Galen’s heated gaze roamed her from head to toe and back. He made her feel sexy, and she couldn’t wait to get him home. She still owed him for the relentless torture he’d put her through last night with his kisses and caresses, then withholding what she really ached for.

It had been her own fault. She’d been the one who’d wanted to forgo making love last night, the one who’d issued the challenge on self-control. She’d lost terribly. Tonight, however, she planned to make him do a little suffering before she gave them both what they wanted. He wasn’t the only one who could tease mercilessly. Not to mention, she’d enjoy every bit of the playful payback knowing it would end with them both replete and happy.

Although she was no fool. She’d have to remain focused the entire time because one touch of his clever fingers, and she’d go up in flames. Lose all logic thought. Give in to the pleasure only Galen could bring her. When he glanced her way, she smiled wickedly at him. She wasn’t surprised when the corner of his lips turned up in a sexy smile as if he already knew what she was up to.

“I have lots of activities planned for me and Patrick. You don’t worry about him at all.”

Betty’s voice brought her brain out of its lust-induced fog. “I don’t worry when he’s with you. You have been wonderful with him and are a cherished friend to me.”

Tom came up and gave Myka a hug. “Congratulations, Myka.”

“Thank you, Tom.”

“I think you picked a good one.”

“I think so too,” she said.

“Hello, Betty.”

“Hi, Tom.”

“I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“I would love to, but I’m watching Patrick for the next few days.”

Tom smiled warmly. “That’s no problem. Bring him along.”

“Oh.” Betty grinned, then blushed. “That would be nice.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Tom said before turning back to Myka. “I’m going to go congratulate Galen now.”

She didn’t miss the way Betty watched him as he made his way to Galen. Could there be something going on between Betty and Tom? She raised a brow and smiled. They would make a cute couple, and they both deserved happiness. She couldn’t think of two nicer people as a couple.

Three hours later, after much mingling and laughing, Myka and Galen were saying their good-byes. Myka was sure many of the townspeople would hang around after they left since there weren’t a lot of options for entertainment close by.

“You be a good boy for Betty.” Myka kissed, then hugged Patrick.

“I will be. I always have fun at Betty’s house. I just wish Leroy was still here,” Patrick said.

“I think you’ll have more opportunities to play with Leroy in the future.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Come with me to the truck. I have something for you before we leave.” Galen motioned for Patrick to follow him. “You should come too, Myka.”

She glanced at Betty with raised brows. “What is he up to?”

“You’ll just have to find out, dear.”

They followed Galen, Patrick asking him what he had for him every step of the way, and Galen patiently telling him he’d have to wait and see. When they got to the truck, Galen reached into the bed and pulled out a big, fluffy ball of fur. Patrick screeched in delight when Galen handed him the red hound dog puppy.

“For me?” Patrick cried out as he hugged the puppy that was nearly as big as he was to his chest.

“Yep. All for you.”

“How did you find the time to do this, Galen?” she asked with a smile.

“Tom mentioned something about a place he was delivering hay to that had puppies. When I said I thought that Patrick would love one, he offered to pick this little guy up this morning before the wedding.”

“He’s not such a little guy, but he’s adorable.” She bent and gave him a pet and a kiss on the head. “Look at all of those wrinkles.”

“I’m going to call him Oscar,” Patrick said.

“You can name him whatever you like.” Galen grinned at Myka, and her heart melted.

“Thank you, Galen!”

Galen squatted to his knees, and Patrick jumped into his arms with the puppy. Galen gave him a big bear hug, careful not to squish him or Oscar, then sat them down. “See you in a couple days, kiddo.”

“But I don’t want to leave Oscar,” Patrick said.

“You don’t have to. You can bring him with you,” Betty said from behind Myka.

Myka turned to face her. “That’s an awful lot of work. I can’t impose on you like that.”

“Psht. I already knew about the pup this morning. It was my idea for him to stay along with Patrick. You can’t expect the boy to be separated from Oscar after just getting him.”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“I’m positive. Now why don’t you newlyweds be on your way?”

“Thank you.” Myka kissed Betty on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

“Yes, you are.” Galen kissed her on the cheek as well.

“Bye, kiddo.” Galen ruffled Patrick’s hair and patted the pup.

“Bye. Make sure Myka gets lots of rest.”

One of Galen’s brows arched. “Why does Myka need lots of rest?” He glanced over at her.

“Betty said I needed to stay with her for a few days after the wedding because getting married makes you real tired. She said you two will need some time together to recover.”

Galen slid Myka a sly grin. “Maybe Betty is right. Getting married is tiring.”

“Hey!” she protested.

“But I think it’s also because newlyweds need to spend some time alone together to get used to the idea of being married.” Galen smirked.

Patrick frowned and pursed his lips in thought before smiling suddenly. “Yeah. I guess I can understand that.”

Myka kissed and hugged Patrick before he carried Oscar over to Betty. Betty smiled and waved.

“That was wonderful of you. I think Oscar is perfect. I haven’t seen Patrick quite that happy in a long time.”

“It’s time for all of us to be happy, Myka. We’ve all been through enough. Now we have each other.”

“Yes. It is time for us all to be happy. We are going to be a great family. Now, I’m ready if you are, Mr. Soloman.”

He bent down and whispered beside her ear. “I’m more ready than you’ll ever know, Mrs. Soloman.”

The ride home was going to be interesting to say the least. She was going to make sure Galen was as hot as she’d been last night. And the drive back would give her just the right amount of time to get him worked up enough to give him a preview of what he’d done to her last night. Except tonight there would be no stopping. Tonight there would be no holding back.

After Galen helped Myka into the truck, he went around to the other side, opened the door, draped his jacket on the headrest to let it hang behind the seat, and got behind the wheel before closing the door. After he started the engine and put it in drive, she promptly scooted close to him and placed her hand on his thigh. She looked down at the simple, but elegant channel set band on her finger.

“I love you, Galen.” She snuggled against his side when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

“I can’t begin to explain how happy you make me, angel. I love you too. You’re more than I deserve. And while you’re all soft and content, snuggled against me and pliant, I wanted to tell you that we are going into town next week and buying a new truck.”

“We’ll see.” She drew tiny circles on his leg with her index finger.

He started to say something else, but suddenly went quiet when she trailed her finger higher until it was a scant inch from his groin. She kept her eyes down, focused on what she was doing, and smiled at his reaction. She loved that she could turn him on as easily as he did her. She drew another small circle, then continued upward, avoiding his cock—just barely—and traced the lines of his abs one by one.

She slid two of the lower buttons on his shirt free, slipped her hand inside the opening, and splayed her fingers over his stomach. His body tensed, and a quiet growl vibrated through his chest under her ear. She rimmed his navel before tracking the thin line of hair that disappeared into the waist of his jeans.

“Myka,” he said gruffly. “You’re killing me here.”

She suddenly stilled her hand, and barely kept a giggle from escaping, when he let out a groan of frustration. She looked up at him and raised a brow.

“The last thing I want is to kill you,” she purred.

“Mykkkka,” he growled.

She sat up on her knees, pulled her dress up to her thighs, then straddled his lap, careful not to block his line of sight on the road. She was happy that the seat was back all the way to accommodate his long legs. It gave her plenty of wiggle room between him and the steering wheel. She bent and nibbled at his ear before kissing his neck.

She breathed him in. He always smelled delicious. His scent comforted her, but at the same time ignited a fire deep inside her. She licked a path back to his ear and whispered, “Is that better?”

“You’re playing with fire, angel. Don’t think that I won’t stop right here in the middle of the road and have my way with you.”

That might worry her a bit if they were on a busier road, but they were well past any other residences. Only her place lay miles ahead, and it was rare to see another vehicle this close to her house. Even the small chance of getting caught might have stopped her a few weeks ago, but she was feeling particularly daring at the moment.

She rocked against him, and moaned when his hard cock nudged against her. Even the layers of clothing separating them couldn’t hide his enthusiasm. Wetness seeped between her thighs. Starting out, her intentions had been to tease him, give a little payback for last night, but her plans had suddenly changed course. All she wanted now was for him to bury that thick hardness inside her until she screamed his name.

Desperate to get him inside her, she reached for the buttons on his jeans, but before she could pop more than two open, he stopped the truck and slammed it into park. Her breath hitched when she looked into his glowing eyes.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angel.”

“Never,” she said right before his mouth crashed down on hers.

His tongue delved inside her mouth, while his fingers tangled in her hair and tugged her head back, allowing him a better angle to deepen the kiss. His other hand traveled over the silk stockings covering her calf and knee, then rested high on top of her bare thigh.

He gave the tie holding her stockings up a gentle tug. “You have no idea how sexy I think garters are,” he murmured.

She moaned in response and slightly tilted her hips, urging his fingers to continue upward on their journey, and he didn’t disappoint. His thumb rested against her clit, and he stroked her back and forth over the panties that were now drenched with the moisture of her arousal.

“So wet just for me,” he said against her lips.

He sucked in a breath when she reached between them and cupped him through his jeans. “So hard just for me,” she whispered. “Take me now, Galen.”

“No need to ask twice, angel.”

Within seconds, he’d popped the rest of the buttons on his jeans and had them around his knees. She gasped when he reached under her dress and ripped her panties off with a flick of the wrist. She shifted up on her knees so the crown of his cock nudged at her slick opening, and he gripped her hips to position her before pulling her down over him.

She cried out as he filled her, stretched her until she thought she’d rip apart. And when her bottom finally rested on the tops of his thighs, a deep shudder shook her body.

“Easy, angel.”

She let the lids she had been squeezing tight flutter open and suddenly felt as if she were falling into the great depths of the glowing hazel of his eyes. But when his lips captured hers, she soared freely, as Galen was her anchor.

The pressure inside her built as he deepened the kiss, and she struggled to get to her knees, but he held her firmly over him, not allowing her retreat. His cock swelled impossibly big inside her, and her need for him grew with every second, every breath, every flick of his talented tongue.

When he broke the kiss, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders in protest.

“Angel. I don’t want to rush this, but you are about to kill me here, and I would feel guilty about ripping that beautiful dress off you. This is going to have to be fast and hard until we get home and I can get you naked.”

Heat ignited through her veins when he pulled her up until only the head of his cock remained inside her—then he stopped again. “Please, Galen. I don’t care how fast or slow it is as long as it is with you.”

“Hang on, angel. The ride is about to get bumpy.”

She’d barely gotten her arms wrapped around his neck when he slammed up into her. His hard thickness dragged across every nerve ending, sparking each cell in her body to life. The pleasure was already so intense the threat of an overload was buzzing through her veins.

She screamed when he retreated, then thrust back inside her to the hilt several more times with quick, hard, and thorough pumps of his hips. Her breath whooshed from her lungs in pants with each slap of his solid thighs against her bottom. It was as if she were riding a galloping stallion over unlevel terrain, minus the fervent orgasm that was now threatening to burst from her.

His fingers dug into her skin as he guided and held her for his glorious impaling. She crashed down over him again and again. A fine sheen of sweat broke on the surface of her skin, and his hot breaths sent cool chills over her cheek and neck. The pressure built, and the waves grew and threatened to pummel her. She was about to fly apart, and her muscles twitched around him, marking the beginning of her release.

“That’s it. You’re getting close. Come for me, Myka.”

It was as if he was tuned in to her body, as if he could read it with infinite ease, as if he knew exactly what she needed and when.

Three more thrusts of his hips and she did as he asked. She came so hard the scream bubbling in her throat lodged like a knot. She opened her mouth, but only a discernible squeak escaped as her orgasm swelled through her in ripples. He cupped the back of her head and brought her mouth to his, drinking in the cries she could get past the lump in her throat. His tongue stroked hers lazily as he exacted every last wave of pleasure from her.

Just before her body went limp, he broke the kiss, pressed his forehead against hers, and growled low as his cock swelled and his release pulsed inside her. Her inner muscles clenched around him tightly with each hot jet of his seed, and she groaned. He pumped his hips upward three more times, then stilled, and his hot breath fanned over her cheek.

“I have no words for how that felt. I don’t think there are words to describe how wonderful that was,” she whispered.

“Epic,” he breathed before chuckling deeply. He kissed her, then pulled her against him, his cock still inside her, hot and almost as hard as when they first started making love.

“How are you still . . . ?” She wiggled on his lap to let him know what she meant.

“It’s a lycan thing.” He reached around her and started the truck.

She started to get off him, but he wrapped one arm around her and held her securely against him. She smiled and laid her head over his heart, enjoying the strong, steady rhythm beneath her ear.

“This can’t be safe at all.” She gave a halfhearted laugh because she had no intention of moving.

“Sometimes safety is overrated,” he said. “Besides, I will never let anything hurt you again.”

He drove slowly the rest of the way back to her house. Every bump, every rut, every rock in the road bounced her on his lap. By the time they made it home, he was so hard inside her, she thought she’d go crazy with wanting him again. How could she want him this badly after she’d just had him minutes earlier? She smiled as he put the truck in park, turned the engine off, and flexed his hips upward.

If she was sure of only three things about this man, they would be that she loved him, he loved her, and whatever this need was between them would never die.

“It’s time to get you out of this dress. And while I hate to leave you for even a moment, I don’t think it will end well for either one of us if I try to carry you to the house with my pants around my knees.”

She laughed and eased off his lap and onto the seat. He opened his door, slid out, pulled his jeans up over his hips without buttoning them, then reached for her. She sighed when he lifted her and carried her toward the house.

“I can walk, you know?” But she really didn’t want to.

“Yeah, but I like to carry you. Isn’t it tradition for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not one who likes to break tradition, angel.”

“Since I love being snuggled up against your chest, I’ll agree with you this time.”

“I love you pressed against anything of mine.” He kissed her cheek.

He unlocked the door, finagled them both through it with admirable ease, then toed it shut before carrying her down the hall to her room. She smiled. Their room. He let her slide slowly down the front of his body until her feet touched the floor. His warmth soaked into her skin, and his hard muscles pressed into her softer curves.

“We’re going to have to do something about that, fast.” He nodded toward the bed.

“About what?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m big, and a queen-sized bed isn’t going to work, especially for all the things I have in mind to do to you on it.”

She grinned up at him. “You might be right, but I think we can make do for now. Can’t we?”

“Angel, I can make do with anything if it’s between not making do and having you. I’m creative.”

“And talented.” She sucked in a breath when his hazel eyes began to glow.

“I would say the same of you.”

He bent and placed his warm lips against her mouth. She leaned into him, and when she sighed, he slipped his tongue inside. His taste flooded her senses, and she swayed. He lifted his head, cupped her cheek, and stroked gently along her jawline before easing her around. His fingers went to work on the buttons at the back of her dress. He was surprisingly adept at getting the tiny pearls unhooked. She would have thought he’d fumble with his big fingers, but he once again proved how efficient he was.

“Is there anything you aren’t good at?” she asked.

He turned her to face him again, and she clutched the now-gaping dress to her breasts. He traced one finger down the column of her neck, then along her collarbone. He bent down and nibbled along the same path his finger had just taken, and the familiar pressure began to build inside her yet again.

“Chess,” he murmured against her skin.

“Huh?”

“I’m not good at chess.”

She pushed him away and gave him her sternest look, trying hard not to smirk. “Oh no. You should have told me that before we got married. I’m not sure I can be with a man who can’t play chess.”

She took two steps back, and he slowly stalked her. Her heart raced at the fierce look on his face. He was playing with her. She could see the way his lips slightly turned up at one side, but she nearly forgot all about the joke when he put his predator face on. She loved being his prey. He was dominant, and she liked it that way because she knew he’d be more than willing to allow her to take the lead whenever she wanted.

He’d never force her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. Never demean her. No matter how he took her, she felt loved and cherished. He caught her when the backs of her legs hit the bed, and she gasped when he spread her arms wide and the dress dropped to the floor around her feet in a soft heap. She blushed knowing that the lacy white bra, garters, garter belts, and silk hose were revealed—minus the panties that were probably somewhere on the floor of the truck. He growled low in his throat, and her toes almost curled in pleasure. He always made her feel beautiful when he looked at her with heat burning in those glorious glowing eyes.

“I’ll learn,” he said quietly.

“Learn what?” She frowned.

“How to play chess.”

His eyes slowly roamed her from head to toe, then back before resting on her face. Her skin tingled, and the pressure built, making her inner muscles clench in anticipation of having him inside her again. She looked down and licked her lips. He was still hard, the open buttons of his jeans barely containing his thick cock, which was half exposed. He growled again, and she looked up at him.

“You’re testing my patience and control looking at me like that.” He raised one dark brow. “And looking like that.” He gestured to her lingerie before tracing one finger along the top edge of her lacy bra, over the swell of one exposed breast.

“I like testing your patience.” She smiled up at him. “I think I’d like to taste—um, test—it some more.”

She tugged and pushed at him until they’d switched positions, and his back was to the bed now. The bottom few buttons were still undone on his shirt from earlier, and she hurriedly unbuttoned the rest—less elegantly as he’d managed the buttons on her dress. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, and she pushed his jeans down off his hips.

The swollen head of his cock glistened with pre-come, and she licked her lips again, the action rewarded with another growl. She shoved at him, and he sat on the edge of the mattress. She dropped to her knees and removed his shoes and socks to allow the jeans to slide off to the floor. She placed a kiss on one knee, then nibbled her way along the inside of his hard thigh.

The fingers of his right hand tangled in her hair. He urged her upward, and when she reached his cock, she wrapped her hand around the base before stroking up, then slowly back down. Not able to resist one second longer, she licked him. His flavor hit her taste buds, salty, masculine . . . Galen. She licked him again before sucking him into her mouth, then frowned when he tugged her up.

“Sorry, angel. But I’ve been fantasizing about ravishing every inch of your lovely body since last night.”

“You did ravish every inch of my body last night--well, almost every inch,” she said in frustration.

He chuckled. “Exactly. And now I want that last little part that I neglected.”

She squealed when he flipped her to her back and pinned her underneath him. She couldn’t move a muscle, but wasn’t frightened. If she protested, he’d release her in an instant, but she didn’t want freed. She liked being firmly cocooned in his warmth.

He leaned up on one elbow and traced a path over her chest, down between the cleavage of her breasts. “You look beautiful in lace,” he said quietly.

“You look beautiful in nothing,” she whispered.

“I’ll settle for handsome.”

“You can settle for handsome. I’ll settle for beautiful. You are beautiful to me.” She smiled up at him.

He shook his head and tried unsuccessfully to hide the smile lifting his full lips. He nuzzled the top of one breast before gently nipping the pebbled nipple through the lace.

“Mmmm.” He fingered the front clasp of the bra. “Beautiful and practical.” He flicked the clasp open with expertise to let her breasts spill free.

He pulled one nipple into his mouth, licked it, then blew on it. Goose bumps broke over her skin, and she arched upward, begging for more. He obliged by sucking the stiff peak into his mouth once again. This time, he bit down gently, coaxing a moan from her. She dug her fingers through his hair and firmly into his scalp, careful not to claw him with her nails.

She squirmed under him, but his big body still blanketing her left her little wiggle room. She was his prisoner—a willing prisoner. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her eyes shut as his lips, teeth, and mouth sweetly tormented her. She encouraged him with her fingers and gave in to the pressure as it built inside her.

He leisurely toyed with one nipple, then the other, back and forth until each touch to the sensitive tips wrung whimpers of pleasure from her throat. Just as she thought she could bear no more, he licked a path to her navel, where he rimmed it several times before moving down. He stroked his finger over the delicate lace before unsnapping the garter belts from her stockings. She moved her fingers from his hair to his shoulders, where she dug the tips into hard muscle.

He sifted his fingers through the short, neat curls on her mound before spreading her wide with his thumbs. She gasped. A heady sense of excitement, mixed with a hint of embarrassment, flooded her at being completely exposed to him.

He gave her one long, excruciatingly slow lick along her slickened folds and growled.