The Darkness We Hide

Entering Michelle’s apartment, Gareth inhaled deeply testing for Richard’s scent, but the bastard wasn’t there.

“It's safe,” he told her, moving aside so she could step in.

“Thank you for checking,” she sighed, sliding past him. “I didn’t think he’d be here, but I also didn’t think he’d show up here earlier tonight either.”

“It’s no problem,” he said, closing the door behind them. “I could check the bedroom too if you want.”

“We could both check,” Michelle replied, a seductive tone in her voice.

Needing no more encouragement than that, Gareth moved across the room, scooping her into a crushing embrace as he continued towards her bedroom. Settling on the edge of the bed, Gareth sat Michelle across his lap, his lips claimed hers.

Feeling herself moisten at his very touch, she pulled frantically at his shirt, needing to feel his skin under her fingers.

Gareth’s hands were no less busy trying to get to her breasts, nibbling unhook her bra in one move.

In no time they were naked, each giving and taking pleasure from the other. He was no less generous in his love making than he had been their first time together. The only difference aside from his use of protection, was that he was slow and deliberate. He took his time, seeking out what gave Michelle the most pleasure, drawing out her moans for as long as he could stand before reaching his own climax.

As he grunted and groaned through the release, he gently bit at her shoulder again, enjoying the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips when he did.

That night she was amazed once again by his stamina and talent. He took her to heights of ecstasy she’d never thought possible. Where had this man been all her life?

Over and over she climaxed, her cries of pleasure echoing in her ears hours after they’d satisfied each other’s needs.

Holding each other, Michelle wondered what it would be like to have Gareth in her bed every night. Thinking of how tired she would be, she couldn’t help but break out into a fit of giggles.

“What are you laughing at?” Gareth asked, sitting up on his elbow.

“I was thinking how exhausted I would be if we did this every night,” she confessed, laughing all the harder.

“I’m not so sure about that,” he retorted, nuzzling her ear. “I think we’d both die of dehydration if we tried.”

The both chuckled at that, their conversation meandering from silly to serious, circling back to sultry before Michelle found herself sitting atop Gareth's lap as he gently slid into her warm, welcoming folds.

"Goddess," he groaned, thinking that no woman had ever felt so perfect to him.

Letting the woman in his arms set her own pace, Gareth worshiped her upper body. Using his mouth and hands, he explored every nook and cranny of Michelle's body, from her forehead and lips to her breasts and fingertips, not an inch of her was missed.

Sensing her nearing orgasm, Gareth's hands slipped into Michelle's hair, entangling them in the long strands forcing her head to the side, baring her neck to him.

As he muscles clamped down around his shaft, he pulled her tightly to his chest, feeling his canines elongate.

Unable to control his inner beast, Gareth pressed his lips to the delicate skin of her neck searching for her most sensitive spot before plunging his teeth into the nape of her neck as she reached the height of her climax.

Lost in ecstasy, Michelle only registered a moment of pain before rapture flooded her veins, her nails digging into Gareth's back pushing him over the edge of his own orgasm.

Panting, Michelle collapsed against Gareth, her body giving itself over to the exhaustion of being claimed by a lycan.

Feeling the woman in his arms go limp, Gareth regained control over himself, panic setting in when he realized what his beast had done.

He'd actually marked her as his mate.

Carefully sliding her from his lap, he wrapped a blanket around her body before leaving the bed, finding himself pacing in despair.

He'd marked her without her consent, the same thing Rick had done.

"Fuck," he cursed, trying to come to terms with what he'd just done.

"Mine," his beast growled, making his thoughts known.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble we are in if the council finds out?" Gareth seethed back.

"Mine," was the only reply his beast would give, taking control of their shared body, climbing into bed next to his chosen mate.

"We are so fucked," Gareth sighed, unable to deny how perfect Michelle felt in his arms.