Page 105 of Scars of the Sun

Tyler and his new pet also agreed to get our new house ready in the meantime. Signing off on the shit I’d already set to be delivered and making sure it was all clean for when we got back.

I’d been thinking for a while about how I could surprise my princess who was now talking happily back and forth with Jess who was propped on the edge of the pool. And every time I dropped her off and picked her up from Vera’s, her head always did a little turn when we passed a small cottage a few doors down. It was a brick house with two bedrooms, one and a half bathrooms. But the yard held a beautiful oak tree and more than enough space in the back for her to start her own garden.

When it had popped up for sale, I’d jumped on the opportunity, happily digging into my nest egg now that I’d found somewhere to stay. If someone had asked me at seventeen, when I set off on my bike with no destination besidesaway, I would’ve never fathomed having the most wonderful female as my mate or being a member of a fucking Wolf pack. I glanced around at my friends,Now, the band stuff I would’ve totally believed.

I turned Ramona’s head, taking control of the pause in her conversation, and planted a kiss on her lips. She molded hers to mine, and the caramel and sweet cream scent of our love swelled between us. It was a full, golden thing that I’d never truly thought I deserved until now that I had the space to feel safe. The itch to move was still there, but now I had a mate to explore with, new cities a vacation instead of a place to start over yet again.

The hours passed, where we ate and laughed, and when Ramona got up to use the restroom before we packed up to gohome, I tracked her ass in that skimpy black swimsuit like I had no other choice. The way her hips swayed and her hair bounced around her shoulders, there really was no alternative.And those legs?

I adjusted myself as I stood and quickly gathered our shit. When she returned, we said our goodbyes, and I rushed us both to put our gear on and ride off on my bike.

The vibration from my Ducati and my mate’s body against my back had me fighting the urge to pull over and have her on the side of the road. But no, instead, I got us safely back to the apartment and hoisted her over my shoulder, which unsurprisingly forced an indignant shout from her.

She grumbled to herself but didn’t fight to get down as I ran us up the stairs, nodding at one of our wide-eyed neighbors on the way. Really, they should’ve been used to our shit by now, anyway.

Once we were safely inside, I deposited Ramona right in front of the large window. Two large houseplants bracketed our legs and came all the way up to our hips as I caged my mate in. Her back and my hands smudged the glass, but the sight of the sleeping city behind her made up for it.

“God, I fuckin’ love you, Princess,” I let some of my Jaguar slip to the forefront, voice twisting into a half-snarl. Eager to finally get a taste of her, I dragged my half-shifted tongue up her cheek. Sweet and sour, grapefruit and sugar.

She pulled me even closer to her, fingers rested on the waistband of my swim trunks. “Te amo mucho, mi Río,” she whispered before giving me a long lick of her own. She ended it with a flick against the piercing through my brow, and really, I couldn’t be blamed for what I did next.

My claws tore easily through her clothes. The t-shirt and shorts and the bikini top and bottoms underneath. And before she could even fully draw a breath to start giving me shit for it,I crouched and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. So, instead of cursing me out for ruining her new swimsuit, Ramona held my head to her chest, toes squirming against the floor while she moaned my name.

My cock was completely hard, all the blood rushing from my head and only leaving behind the desire to please my mate. To get her to screech and come and then fill her until we both found ecstasy together.

I swept my tongue to the other nipple, biting with my sharp teeth and flickering until the air was thick with her release inching closer and closer.

My knees cracked against the floorboards, but I was past caring. Just needed to taste, to bury my face between her beautiful and strong legs. And Ramona was right there with me, resting her thigh on my shoulder so that I could eat to my heart’s content. Ignoring my cock, I took my mate the rest of the way, groaning and purring while she whimpered a string of nonsense. I flicked and swirled my tongue through her orgasm, feeling the pulse of her clit against my tastebuds until she squirmed with oversensitivity.

When I stood, I took Ramona into my arms like how I had in the tree. It wasn’t the Antler Pointe Forest, but we were high up enough to give me the same sort of thrill as I braced her against the glass. And when her honey eyes met mine, my princess, mi alma gemela y mi cielo, I knew once again that she was everything I’d been searching for. All those years of facing the terrors of the world alone were worth it. Working a stupid closing shift on a dead night on a random day in May had absolutely been fucking worth it because of her. And I was the luckiest motherfucker in the world to have her for the rest of my life and after.

RAMONA

I’d been licking myself off of Río’s lips, but when he thrust into me, my body went limp. His claws and fangs held me at my hips and throat while the both of us were stripped of everything but each other. Where the golden thread shined brightest.

These months with Río had been the focusing of the blurry picture of my life. My tattooed arms clung to him as the slick sounds of our joining filled the apartment and our harmonizing chants filled my ears. His were half-shifted, black and furry and round, and I caressed the outer shell before holding my palm over his heart. It hammered as quickly as he fucked into me, as my breaths escaped my parted lips.

I pinched his pierced nipple between my fingers, and he somehow fucked even harder. If I weren’t drunk with lust and the hazy midpoint between releases, I would’ve worried about the window cracking under the force of it. That with both of our strength, the glass shattering and us plummeting to the street below was probably far more likely than it would’ve been for two humans.

What did it say about me that I didn’t care? That if I fell, I would be more than happy to fall with him.

The trembling and nearly panicked feeling of pleasure almost broken made me cry out and curl into him, my mate. I sank my blunt teeth into his neck, reopening his mark, claiming him again. And again and again, for the rest of my life and after, I would claim him.

He did the same, razor-sharp fangs splitting my skin like butter, and I could see nothing but the kaleidoscope colors of our matehood. Of our love that was spice and warmth and sweet and sour. Decadently spiced chocolate and brightly tart berries.

Río and I groaned into each other while I came just before he did, and my Wolf grumbled in pleasure at our mate filling us. Something I would never, ever get tired of.

He pulled back to kiss at my mark while I licked at the blood welling from his. “Mm, Ramona?”

Our chests pressed against each other, and my back was still plastered to the window that was now warm against my skin. “Yeah?” I pecked his ears that were cuter than they had any right to be. When I’d asked once why he didn’t have to take all of his piercings out each time he shifted like he did his contacts, he’d just smirked,“You think your sister’s the first faerie I’ve ever met? They’re vindictive things, but they make good shit.”

Río pulled back so that he could meet my gaze. His yellow and black eyes took in nothing else but me, and never would I have imagined being so grateful to be seen. “You want me to get the plug for you?” I scowled as heat suffused my cheeks, and I shifted, legs still around his waist and body still swallowing his cock.

He grinned, flashing his fangs at me, “Let’s get it. I’ll carry you.” And he peeled me away from the window with a kiss at my temple. I buried my face in his loose hair as he lead me to bed.

EPILOGUE

The concrete floor under my ass had long ago become uncomfortable. The walls were much the same, but I gave up on my days alone being restful.

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