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He worked inside her, fighting to push her over the edge as he teetered on it himself. His hips thrust, driving his cock inside the snug channel, feeling her tighten, her throaty cries growing deeper. She was clenching, convulsing; she was screaming in orgasm, tightening on him as he fought to draw back.
Too close. Too close.
“Ah fuck!”
His teeth pierced her neck. He slammed in hard and felt his cum spilling, that additional swelling locking him inside her, spreading her farther until he swore he filled not just her rear, but that tight little pussy as well.
Anya lost awareness. She felt him spurting inside her, her release catching her off guard. She felt him swell, lock into her, and amazingly, incredibly, she felt that swelling press against the thin tissue between her rear and her vagina. She felt stuffed with him. Filled from one end to the other as another explosion tore through her, shattering her mind as every nerve ending in her body pulsed in response.
She tried to scream his name, but she could only manage strangled cries. Her fingers locked with his, her teeth bit into his forearm, and another explosion rocked her.
She was lost within this pleasure, lost where she needed to be, surrounded by him, held and anchored by him as she flew, free as the wind, and shattered into an exhausted heap beneath him.
“My love,” he whispered.
“Hm. My love.” She kissed his arm, turned her head for the gentlest kiss he had ever bestowed upon her and grinned back at him drowsily. “Dare you to do it again later.”
He chuckled roughly. “We’re going to start limiting your dares,” he warned her. “You get your way too often.”
She had dared him to buy the beds and quilts for the new Coyotes who had arrived. They watched her like the sun and the m
oon set on her. She dared him to find a decent cook that he could tolerate. He ended up with a full kitchen staff. Humans. He would have shuddered at the thought, but they were damned good cooks and he never had to worry about finding his coya stacking the damned dishwasher.
She did nothing more strenuous than carry her PDA or e-pad. The girls made certain of it. If she tried to do more, they called him.
She distracted his thoughts as she stretched beneath him, causing a groan to tear from him at the pleasure in the heat still wrapped around him.
Finally, long minutes later, he eased back.
“I’ll move later,” she murmured. “After I sleep.”
He smiled. She made him smile. She made him warm. She made him happy and made him look forward to each day and the surprises she had in store for him.
Shaking his head, he moved to the bathroom, washed up, then carried a damp cloth and towel to the bedroom. Despite her grumbling, he cleaned his seed from her, kissed a pale buttock, then patted her rear gently before crawling into the bed beside her.
Immediately, she was curling into him. They shifted and tussled for position for long minutes, until finally he was curled around her, her head pillowed on his arm, his cheek against her hair.
Sleep came easily. It came with a sense of security. It came with warmth.
“I love you, Del-Rey,” she whispered sleepily. “With all my soul.”
“I love you, Anya,” he said. “You are my soul.”
EPILOGUE
The bride wore a long gown of white lace and satin with the traditional one hundred pearl buttons running down the back. She looked like a fairy-tale princess as she walked up the rose-strewn aisle.
The groom was dressed in black. It suited him.
The bride’s father, tall, proud, still broad and strong at forty-two, wore black as well, a good contrast to his dark red, nearly auburn hair.
A spring snowstorm couldn’t cancel this ceremony; weather-equipped heli-jets were parked for miles outside Haven, and the underground sports facility at Haven was packed to capacity with Breeds and humans alike who were there to witness the joining of the Coyote alpha, Del-Rey Delgado, and his mate, Anya Kobrin.
Vows were spoken. Those were important. Rings were exchanged. It was said that the groom, or alpha, had had the rings specially made by a master jeweler in Russia. It was said that there was an inscription inside each: Let the past not be forgotten. Let the lessons not be in vain.
It was the wedding of the year. Journalists from around the world were in attendance, and when it came time for the bride to go to her knees and swear her loyalty to the alpha of the pack she had just married into, the alpha shocked them all.
He went to his knees. His hands clasped hers.
