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She flips over obediently, rising onto her hands and knees.
“Good girl,” I praise. I stroke my hands over her back, unable to stop touching her. She is utterly breathtaking beneath my hands. “Bloody hell, love, you make me so fucking hard.”
I grab her cheeks and spread them apart, admiring the sight before me. The last part of her I have to claim. Lyra trembles. She is still nervous about anal sex. I want to reassure her and tell her I’ll be gentle, but words escape me. I stroke my finger over her hole down between her cheeks and her pussy and watch as her slick drips out of her, creating damp spots on the sheets. I gather up her arousal for lubrication before running my wet fingers around the rim of her asshole, teasing her. Her asshole puckers, and I continue to run little circles, massaging until her muscles relax.
“That’s it, love. Push against my finger.”
She whimpers, pushing against my finger as I slide it into her asshole until my finger is buried to the knuckle. I gently move it in and out of her until she starts rocking back. As I slowly finger fuck her ass, she squirms and more arousal drips from her cunt, so I withdraw my finger and collect her slick before pushing two fingers back into her tight hole. I pump and scissor my fingers inside her to stretch her, and when she finally rocks back, matching my movements, I know that she is ready.
“Do you think you can take me?” I murmur as I pull my fingers out of her to grip my hard cock and fist it before I press the tip to her asshole.
“Yes but go slow.” Her voice, although filled with anticipation, also holds a hint of nervousness.
I nod in understanding and slowly push forward. “Let me in, love; remember to relax,” I murmur as the head of my cock breaches the tight ring of muscle and she tenses up. I slowly slide inside her, and Lyra gasps and clutches the sheets. I take my time, giving her body a chance to adjust to the new sensation. Bloody hell, she is tight, and I’m not going to last long.
“You can move; I’m ready,” Lyra breathes.
I start to move in a gentle rhythm, watching her for any signs of discomfort or pleasure, picking up speed as she grows louder and more urgent.
“Give it to me harder,” she moans, and it spurs me on. I grab her hair and pull her head back, pushing my cock deep into her ass.
I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath as I continue to pound into her. “I will never be able to get enough of you. An eternity isn’t long enough to satisfy my desire for you. I will always crave you.”
The pleasure expands swiftly, and the storm rises within me. I feel my body tense up as I approach the edge, ready to explode. Not a moment too soon, Lyra chokes out my name with a gasp, signaling her own release. With one final thrust, I release myself completely, feeling the ecstasy wash over me.
I lean forward and run my lips over her back before gently withdrawing my cock. Sitting back on my heels, I watch my cum drip from her asshole; it fills me with a dark sense of satisfaction. All of her is mine now, and I’ll never let her go.
Feeling a profound sense of satisfaction, I rise from the bed, not bothered by my nakedness. The room is bathed in a warm, golden glow, with the remnants of flickering candlelight casting an intimate atmosphere. I retrieve a cloth from the bathroom, gently cleaning Lyra up before tossing the cloth aside.
I take in the sight of her lying in the bed, every inch of her exposed. A slow, lazy smile forms on her lips as she notices my perusal. It’s a distinct advantage of being a vampire; I can fuck for hours, so there is no need to worry about exhaustion or fatigue. And Lyra does look so utterly and truly fucked that I can’t stop the smirk. Eager to rejoin her in the realm of warmth and intimacy, I crawl back into bed.
Do I still believe that love is only for mortals?
No, because I can’t look at Lyra or touch her without feeling a rush of emotions that I never knew existed. She’s my goddess, my everything, and I know that I will do anything to keep this passion alive. Immortality or mortality, it doesn’t matter when you have someone who makes you feel truly alive.
HAPPILY EVER AFTERLIFE
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Lyra
Ifmyyoungerselfcould see me now, she’d be squealing with excitement and disbelief. That girl wanted to transform into a wolf so badly that she would have given anything for it to happen. It turns out my inner wolf isn’t actually a wolf but a giant beast, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Not to mention that I can’t really remember what happened during the fight at the trailer park; it was almost as if the beast had taken full control of me. Xavier has filled me in on some, and I’m kind of nauseous knowing how thoroughly I disposed of Logan and Declan.
It’s disgusting but strangely satisfying too, but it’s over now.
At the moment, I don’t want to be anywhere else but here, my head resting on Xavier’s shoulder while I trace patterns on his chest with my fingertips. His very naked, muscular body is pressed against mine, and our legs are tangled together as we lay in bed after sharing hours of the best sex I’ve ever had.
I focus on the movements of my fingers, my eyes catching on my short fingernails that were claws earlier tonight, and no, I’m not talking about when I dug them into Xavier’s back and begged him to go harder; I’m actually referring to when I was in beast mode.
I glance up at Xavier. “Were you afraid of my beast?”
Xavier quirks an eyebrow, and a smile starts tugging at the corners of his lips. I can tell he’s holding back laughter. “Well, when you first transformed and looked at us as if we were your next meal, perhaps the slightest bit,” he says. “But seeing as though I am both charming and persuasive, I quickly won you over with my wit and charisma.”
“And so very humble too.” I laugh softly.
His smile widens. “Ah, love, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, but your pack wasn’t that fortunate.”
The reminder of my pack, or what’s left of it, is like a never-ending root canal: excruciatingly painful and completely unnecessary. I try to pull away, but Xavier’s fingers tighten on my hip.
