Page 64 of His Reward
“God, yes!” Lucien groaned, spreading his legs wider and gripping the pillow on either side of his head.
My cock was already leaking and my balls felt like they would explode any second, but I took a moment to suck Lucien’s cock into my mouth to pleasure him that way first. Lucien cried out, and I had to stop before we both came and cut the moment short. This wasn’t heat, after all. We couldn’t keep going and going indefinitely.
We only had the moment, and I was determined to make it a perfect one. Shaking with the need to spill everything in him, I pushed up and repositioned myself between his legs. I hooked my hands under his knees and folded him up so his wet hole gaped at me, then I leaned into him, positioning myself and then sinking deep into him.
“Lucien,” I moaned as his tight hole sucked me in, the friction amazing.
It wasn’t like fucking him through heat, but making love to Lucien on an ordinary afternoon simply because we loved each other so hard and wanted each other was its own kind of special. I thrust carefully, over and over, until I bottomed out in him, then stretched my body over his and leaned down to kiss him.
“I love this,” Lucien panted, embracing me with his whole body. “I love you.”
“I love you so much,” I echoed him, then started moving.
It didn’t take long for either of us, we were already so worked up, but I didn’t mind. As my orgasm crashed into me, I felt Lucien’s take him, too, through our bond. The bond heightened everything for both of us, and as I poured my entire soul into mymate, I felt like everything in the universe would be beautiful for both of us, for all of us, for the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE
Lucien
Sweat itched down my back as I worked my way through the footwork section toward the end of my long program. I had to nail every single element of my routine perfectly if I wanted to stand a chance of stepping up onto that podium. I was in fifth place after the short program, which was far beyond anyone’s expectations, but I had to pull out all the stops in the last minute.
I knew full well that I didn’t have the difficulty level that Oliver or Liu Hao had, but I could still win the crowd over with emotion when I skated. I powered my way through my final triple Lutz, the most difficult jump I could manage these days, landing it solidly. The crowd cheered as if I’d landed a quad, maybe because they saw the slight grit of pain on my face as my inflexible scar tissue pulled.
Three years after the fire, and my skin was still my biggest challenge. I’d endured way more therapy, massage, and stretching than normal burn victims ever put themselvesthrough, but it was worth it. My extension had improved, although it still wasn’t what it used to be, and as I transitioned into the final, slow, heartfelt section of my program, I knew all that hard, painful work had paid off.
Of course, the scar tissue wasn’t the only thing marking my body now. Under my sparkly costume, I had a fair amount of stretch marks. I loved those, though, and as I glided through the last of my footwork and into a series of spins, I thought of the magical little girl that had caused those marks…and the brother or sister she’d be having in about eight months. I imagined them both with their Daddy, the love of my life and the man who had saved me, my alpha.
Filled with unimaginable love, I stretched my way out of the spin, raising my hands from my heart to the sky as if in a prayer of thanks. The music swirled to its final crescendo, and once it ended, there was a beat or two of silence.
Then the crowd in the stadium exploded into applause.
I burst into a smile, tears of gratitude and love streaming down my face. This was the moment I’d worked so hard for over the last three years. Everyone was on their feet as I blew kisses to them and waved. I somehow just knew the cameras were doing close-ups of me, catching the tears and the scars and the pure joy of having made it so far in such a relatively short period of time. The Chinese crowds were usually reserved at international competitions, like the Winter Games, but even they rose to their feet and applauded for me.
I couldn’t stay there forever. I bowed one last time, then skated to the edge of the ice, my heart soaring with pride and humility for what I’d accomplished.
“Excellent!” Etienne shouted over the noise as I stepped off the ice and into a quick hug. “You nailed that, absolutely nailed it.”
“It might have been the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” I said, laughing and crying at the same time.
I should have headed straight to the kiss-and-cry area to get my scores, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Boston and Minnie standing right at the edge of the arena’s friends and family seating. The sight of my gorgeous, strong alpha and beautiful daughter was too much of a lure, and as soon as I put my skate guards on, I clomped my way over to them.
Boston met me with the biggest hug, and Minnie squealed and slipped out of his arms and into mine, with a shrill, “Papa!”
“Good job, baby,” Boston managed to tell me over the roar of the crowd. “I knew you could do it.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” I said, overly emotional as I hugged our daughter.
“Lucien, we need you in the kiss-and-cry,” one of the handlers whose job it was to keep everyone in line said, gesturing for me to go. I tried to hand Minnie back to Boston, but she wouldn’t go. “You can bring her with you,” the handler said.
Boston took that to mean him, too, which was probably a good idea, if Minnie got restless while we waited for my scores. Etienne just laughed at the three of us as we all made our way across the crowded, buzzing area just off the rink. Oliver and Liu Hao still had to skate, and they would definitely be fighting for gold and silver. Oliver was just about to take the ice, his game face on, when he saw us and laughed.
“Eat ice chips, Sagwa!” I shouted at him as I carried Minnie over to the kiss-and-cry.
Oliver laughed, then stepped onto the ice. Our playful rivalry, which was underpinned by a friendship that had only grown deeper in the last three years, had fueled both of us in training.
“Come on, babe,” Boston laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me the rest of the way to the benches. “That handlerlooks like he’s going to break out a cattle prod to get you to sit down if you’re not careful.”
I laughed, but Boston was right. We made it to the kiss-and-cry only seconds before my scores were announced.
