Page 8 of Beyond the Storm
A night I’d never forget, the note had read.
It really was.
Simon
“I ate too much cake,” I grumbled as we walked up the stairs to our loft later that night. “I think I’m going to die.”
Galen picked me up fireman-style and carried me up the last four steps. “No dying allowed.”
“Your inhuman strength never gets old,” I said with a laugh.
“You’re as light as a feather.” He lightly smacked my ass before bursting through the front door.
Where other men I’d dated had made snide comments about my weight, Galen loved every inch of me. And he told me often. It had taken a while, but I had started to love me too. He’d said several times before that he wasn’t the same person he used to be. I wasn’t either. I felt stronger, more confident, and so damn happy. I still found it hard to believe some days that this was my life.
Galen kicked the door closed and reached the bed in four long strides, tossing me on top of it.
“I still need to give you your present.” I had special ordered him gym clothes—since he was six foot eight and rarely found anything in-store that fit—as well as new running shoes I’d caught him eyeing about a month ago but hadn’t been able to find in his size.
“Know what I want?” Galen pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. When he crawled on the bed, pulled me close, and smiled down at me, he seemed so much younger. Boyish. “You. No gift can top that.”
“Someone’s happy,” I said. My heart swelled. Galen was stubborn and hotheaded, like Clara said. He had a short fuse and was impulsive. But beneath it all, he had a truly kind soul. A soul that fit perfectly with mine.
“It’s my birthday.” He dropped a kiss to my throat. “You know what that means?”
“Hmm.” I feigned ignorance. “It means you get birthday spankings. Damn. I’ll be spanking you all night. Over two thousand times. I guess my spatula skills will come in handy after all. I’ll need to use it, otherwise my poor hand will fall off.”
He choked on a laugh. “Gods, I love you.”
“I love you too.” I touched my glasses to take them off.
“Leave them on,” he said. “I want you to see what I’m about to do to you.”
Excited tingles ran through my bloodstream. “Can’t argue with that.”
Galen’s skilled hands worked off my clothes as we kissed. With only boxer-briefs separating us, he ground his hips forward, eliciting from me a whimpering moan. But then he took those off too, leaving no barriers between us. He used lubricant to slick his fingers before teasing my ass crack. One finger, then another.
“More,” I begged. “Need more.”
His big hand curled around my shaft as he grazed his teeth down the side of my neck. I shuddered and clung onto his broad shoulders. His sandalwood-and-citrus scent consumed me. It was my favorite smell in the entire world.
“Touch me,” he said, voice low.
My fingers moved to the slits in his back, and as they dipped inside, Galen groaned and applied pressure with his teeth. He bit me hard enough to draw blood. Blood he then drank, moaning as he did. Warmth flowed through my body, and I soared as if on one hell of a high.
As he drank from my neck, he lined up his cock and eased forward. That warmth turned into a blazing inferno, burning me from the inside out.
Sex with Galen was just as intense as it had been in the beginning. Probably even more so now. Our fated mate bond allowed us to feel each other on a soul-deep level. His pleasure became my own, and vice versa. My blood filled him as his cock filled me. After drinking his fill, he licked the wound and used his powers to heal me.
“Mine,” he said, pumping his hips forward and back. His voice was deeper.
I took hold of his face and stared up into his eyes. He had one light gray iris, and the other was black. He had allowed Wrath to surface but still had half of the control. Both of them were with me in that moment—my husband and his beast.Mybeast too.
“Yours,” I said to both of them. Kind of strange to consider Wrath as a separate entity, but in many ways, he was. He and Galen coexisted in one body, and no one would convince me otherwise.
Galen took me harder, his large body pounding me into the mattress. My fingertips dug into his biceps as pressure built at my base. And as his thick cock mercilessly hit my prostate, I whimpered and thrashed beneath him, desperately chasing that sweet release.
“Galen! Please. Don’t stop.”
