Coy lay Lizzy back on the blankets, careful to keep their bodies joined. Slowly, tenderly, he began to thrust inside her. He loved the way her wet heat gripped him tight, milking his cock with every stroke. He kissed her neck, her jawline, her earlobe while they moved as one unit. This time it wasn’t just sex or mating need, it was making love. He watched her face, surprised when her blue eyes glittered with tears.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’ve never been so happy.”
“Me too.” He kissed her eyes, drinking her joy, a joy that matched his own.
“You feel so good,” she said.
He’d made love to other women, but none of them rivaled the way Lizzy made him feel. In her, he felt as if he were in a place that had eluded him his entire life. A place he never wanted to leave. Home.
Her slick heat took every inch of him, and her rolling hips gave back as good as she got. She locked her feet around his legs. She rubbed herself against the curls above his shaft, and the friction increased the growing pressure.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Yes.”
She grasped at his back, clinging to him as he thrust over and over in a smooth, even rhythm. Her passion, her fire, consumed him.
“Coy,” she said breathily.
He cupped the back of her neck, holding her to him, wanting every part of him to touch every part of her. He couldn’t get enough, and he knew if given a thousand years with Lizzy, he’d still want more.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, so perfect,” he told her. “I need you. I need you.” He meant those words more than he could even explain to himself. She was air, food, water—all the basic needs of survival. And without her, he would perish.
“You have me,” she told him as the tears leaked from her eyes. “I claim you, Coy Vega. I claim you as mine.”
The powerful words triggered a primitive and primal yearning in Coy. He was hers, body and soul. And she… “I claim you, Lizzy Langston.” Well, she was his.
His pace quickened, his thrusts less gentle. He could feel the blush of heat and pressure. Every stroke pushed him toward the bright and burning edge of rapture, and he didn’t want to merely fall off, he wanted to take her hand and jump.
“Dios mio, so good.” He kissed her, feasting from her parted lips. She kissed him back, eager and hungry. When she pulled away from the kiss, sweat beaded her forehead, and her face flushed red. So fucking gorgeous. The angel of his dreams, and here she was in his arms. “Come for me, Lizzy. I want to feel you explode around my cock. I want to—”
Lizzy cried out, her body shuddering beneath him. Her back bowed as her whole body vibrated with the throes of ecstasy. Her slick heat gripped him, and he could feel every inch off her squeezing and releasing his shaft.
“Yes,” Coy said, his voice ragged. “Jesus fuck. So good. Ah!” The mounting pressure exploded, and his hips lurched with his climax. When he finished, he collapsed onto her. They both panted, their breaths quick and shallow, and covered in sweat.
Lizzy laughed, more tears streamed down the sides of her face.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’m over eighty-years-old, and this is the first time that I’ve ever experienced such unadulterated joy. How stupid is that?”
Coy lifted his head. “Wait. What? You’re over eighty?”
Lizzy laughed again. “I was born in 1931, at the height of the Great Depression. You have a problem with my age?”
Coy chuckled at her mock righteous indignation. While she had a few fine lines around her eyes, a small worry creased in her forehead, he would have guessed her late twenties, at the most early thirties. But, wow, over eighty?
He grinned. “You’re well-preserved.”
“Thank you.”
Eres divina, mi angel.
“What does that mean?” Lizzy asked.
“What?”
“That dee-vee-nah an-hel words you just said.” She waved her hand at him. “You speak really fast. I couldn’t catch it all.”
“Uhm, I didn’t say anything.” Coy studied Lizzy’s face. “At least not out loud.”
Her eyes widened for a moment, and she smiled. Can you hear me?
“Yes,” he said, surprised because she hadn’t moved her mouth.
Answer me with your mind.
Coy concentrated. Like this.
Yes!
How are we talking like this?
It’s part of the mating bond. A part I completely forgot about. When two lycanosapiens mate, they become partners in all aspects. The telepathy helps them to communicate when they run as wolves. This is amazing. Her face lit up with wonder. I never expected to experience any of this.
You’re so beautiful. And so old, he kidded. I can’t believe no one has snatched you up.
Nope, her voice soured, but there was a hint of amusement. No such luck for this old broad.
The luck is all mine, Coy told her.
So, what was the Spanish you said before?
I said, you are divine, my angel. And you truly are. Coy laughed. “I have a lot to learn about werewolves, don’t I?”
“We have time.”
He hoped so. Coy had never believed he’d make it to thirty, let alone eighty. He rolled onto his side, and instantly missed Lizzy’s body beneath him. He lifted his right arm. The bullet wound was completely healed. He glanced at his shoulder. The bite mark was nothing more than a circular pink scar now.
“You’re all healed up,” Lizzy said.
“I noticed. The pain is gone as well.”
He stretched his naked body, and noticed with a measure of satisfaction that Lizzy stared at him with awe and desire. Watching the way her breast swayed when she moved, and the feel of her soft belly against his hard planes drove him wild. Damn, she was dazzling.
“I’m glad.” She put her hand on his chest. “Coy, can you truly give up your past? Leave it all behind?”
In his heart, he’d already answered the question. “What am I giving up?” He turned his gaze on her. “Nothing. I have spent the last two years looking over my shoulder, my parents are dead, I have no siblings, and there are only a few people in the agency I work for who even know I exist.” He dipped his head and kissed her shoulder. “I want to get the evidence to the prosecuting attorney, but after, I will walk away from it all. Hell, I’ll run.”