A Werewolf Fantasy
Chapter 24

Erin woke up in the early hours of the next morning to Danshak's hands caressing her body. Initially, she thought she was having a sexy dream, but when his wide palm cupped her boob and gave it a little squeeze, the electrifying sensation

that buzzed through her body was too real to be a dream.

"My love," he whispered in her ear. "I want you, all of you."

"And I am all yours," she whispered in return and then rolled onto her back to give him full access to her body.

Danshak wasted no time in undressing her and when he was done, he undressed too. He was so desperate to have her that his body quivered with anticipation. When their lips met, Erin moaned longingly, letting him know just how much she had missed this kind of intimacy between them.

His hand cupped her boob again and this time, he flicked his thumb across her nipple and it hardened in response to his touch.

Erin gripped his head and dug her fingers into his hair, then guided his mouth to her boob. He followed her cue and suckled her like a baby, while his hands traveled down her body to stroke her between her legs.

She cried out with pleasure, not caring whether anyone heard them or not. This was a moment of celebration for her because she still had her mate with her, alive and whole, and she would shout from the rooftops to whoever cared to listen that she was happy to be loved by the one she loved.

She pushed him back so that he was now lying on his back, and then she straddled him. She stroked his chest lovingly, liking how his eyes glazed over with pleasure each time her fingers brushed against his taut nipples. When her hand closed around his shaft, he inhaled sharply. Erin bent down and closed her mouth around him, sucking hungrily as if she was thirsty and needed to drink him up.

Danshak gripped her shoulders tightly, begging her not to stop. When she saw that the sensation was becoming too delicious for him to bear, she stopped working him with her mouth and straightened herself up.

"Why did you stop?" he asked in a strangled voice. He was so strung up and eager to get his release.

"I want you to pour yourself inside me, not my mouth," she said cheekily with a confident grin. She enjoyed being in control like this, deciding the pace of their lovemaking. She reached down and stroked his sacs softly and he moaned. "You are killing me, Edvana," he ground out, trying to hold on to his sanity because his mate seemed to be determined to drive him insane with need.

"No, I am not," she said with a seductive smile. "I want to prolong this so that when we reach the peak together, it would be worth it."

He smiled. "You talk as if you have had many years of experience in lovemaking. I must be a good teacher because it was I who introduced you to this beautiful world of pleasure."

Erin laughed. If only Danshak knew that she wasn't his unenlightened little mate who had spent all of her life in a small village where nothing exciting ever happened and that she had indeed had years of experience when it came to having sex, he wouldn't be so smug about his skills under the sheets.

"You are right. You are a good teacher," she said, massaging his male ego. She lowered herself onto his shaft and Danshak gasped with delight. He hadn't expected her to do that just yet and the result of being unexpectedly shrouded with the soft warmth of her insides blew his mind.

"Wonderful," he breathed in awe. "You are amazing, my Edvana."

"And so are you, my darling Danshak."

She began to ride him slowly at first, gyrating her hips in deliberate slow motions that sent ripples of enjoyment from her groin to the rest of her body. Danshak held her hips and lifted his to meet her, matching her rhythm until they were both moving in opposite unison, joining and coming apart and then joining again.

Their slow dance of ecstasy soon gave way to speed when Erin took the lead again and began to ride him hard like a stallion running away from a fire.

"Oh, my Edvana,” Danshak cried out. He lifted his hips to meet hers just as she jammed herself down on him. He wanted more of her even as she gave herself to him completely. It was as if he wanted to squeeze all of his body into her and be one with her.

Erin felt as if she had lost control of her body because her movements seemed to be automatic now. She wanted to hold onto the reins of control but they were slipping away from her and she couldn't hold herself back. She felt Edvana coming to the forefront, loving Danshak just as she was loving him.

"Give him all of you, take all of him," Edvana whispered inside of her. "Do not hold back, give him everything."

"Yes," Erin whispered out loud. "I give my all, I take your all."

When he finally exploded inside her, it felt as if he was pouring his soul into her. There was something rapturous about how their nether regions clung together while their bodies convulsed with extreme pleasure. It was an experience like no other, and they both recognized the power of this moment.

Feeling thoroughly spent, Erin laid her head on Danshak's chest to catch her breath. She could hear his heart beating very fast and she knew that he was just as shaken as she was by their lovemaking. It had been too beautiful to describe with words.

"I do not know what you just did here, Edvana, but it feels as if we have just performed a ritual and you have taken my soul," said Danshak, softly.

Erin chuckled. "I was thinking the same thing," she said.

"Do you believe in soul ties?"

"I don't know," she replied candidly. "I'm not sure it's a real thing."

"I think it is," he said pensively.

"Why?"

"Because after this amazing experience with you, if I die today and if there is another life, my soul would recognize you when we meet again because your soul has mixed up with mine."

A shiver ran down her spine at his words because they took her mind back to Devon and how he'd been so certain that she was his mate. He'd known that he would meet her even before he did and that was the inspiration behind that remarkable painting at his gallery. What had he called it? A Werewolf Fantasy?

That painting finally made sense to Erin; it was Devon's way of interpreting a message that he knew in his soul but could not express in words. He had used the dream stone to replace his way to the past to discover her identity and then he'd returned to his reality to wait for her to show up because he had known for certain that she would. What a mind-blowing revelation.

"What is it?" Danshak asked when he saw how she was consumed with her thoughts.

"I think you may be right about soul ties," she conceded. "I am sure that if I meet you again in another life, I would recognize you too."

He smiled. "Let us live this life together first, then we will live the next and the next and the next together until eternity."

"I never thought of you as the sentimental type," she mused.

"I was not sentimental until I fell under your spell."

"Oh, am I casting spells now?"

"Yes, my Edvana. You have cast a love spell on me and I am now your servant."

She chuckled and rolled off him so that they were now lying side by side on the bed. She liked how he is so vulnerable with her, saying whatever he thought without fear of ridicule.

It showed just how much he trusted her and is willing to confide in her. This was by far the most sincere relationship she had ever been in with any man in her life.

"You are not my servant, Danshak. You are my mate and you will always be mine through time and all of eternity. No matter what happens, we will always replace each other."

Her words sounded like a farewell to him and his heart clenched with what felt like fear. He never wanted to live without Edvana now that he has discovered just how much she meant to him.

He vowed silently that he would protect her with everything he had, including his life, to make sure that she made it out of the war alive.

"Yes, my love. We will always replace each other," he said and kissed her forehead.