To the Edge and Back [The Royal Wolves] (Siren Publishing Allure) (32 page)

Her legs began to shake and head fell slightly as she felt the stirrings of her orgasm. “Now,” she begged and pushed back hard on him, demanding with the movement that he come with her, needing their bodies to be in unison, or damn close.

Lifting his head slightly, he smiled. “No screaming,” he reminded her before he nipped and bit at her mating mark, his hips moving in a hard rhythm. His cock was swelling, his balls tightening, and then, in a flash, he laid his teeth to her mark and applied pressure as he drove into her pussy and came.

She bit into her lip so hard she drew blood but didn’t scream. It was only the barest of sounds of her shattering orgasm that slipped through the tight confines of her lips. Eyes closed, she let her head fall to the counter and simply half lay there and half limp in Janos’s arms. “God, that was…” Words couldn’t describe how amazing that had felt.

“Earth shattering,” he breathed in her ear as he closed his eyes and, leaning his chin to her shoulder, held her close. “I love you, Mina, today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives,” he whispered as he gave her a light squeeze. “Mine.”

Mina nodded and smiled. “I love you, too.” She dropped her head to the vanity and let the cool marble calm her flaming face as they both recovered from their mind-blowing, wrap-around-your-soul sex. 

Six months later…

“Congratulations, you two, it’s a girl,” the older African woman said with a grin on her face as she passed a file folder to Janos and Mina, with Katherine sitting between them. “It has finally been approved. It took some doing to stop them from announcing just who you were, Janos.” She looked at him pointedly. “But I believe that we have it capped and now, now you three are a family.” 

“Thank you.” Mina was in tears when she felt Katherine tugging on her arm. She wrapped her up close, hugging her tightly while they both tried to imprint themselves on the other.

“Thanks, Charlotte, really, thank you,” Janos said to the woman that had given them everything. Laying a hand to his mate’s hair, he smiled at her tear-streaked face. “What are you going to do when we give Katherine brothers or sisters?” he asked with an impish grin.

Mina laughed and grinned. “I will cry just like I am now, sob, and hug them and you and Katherine and then”—she had a mischievous glint in her eye—“then demand that you take us to Disney, Janos.”

Katherine turned to her new father and with wide eyes, the eyes of a child who knew too much pain and no happiness until meeting Janos and Mina, and said, “Daddy, pweese?”

“Daddy, pweese what?” he asked Katherine as he looked to her, not really having paid much attention. “What are you asking for, little one?” Not that anyone could blame him for not paying much attention. When Mina laughed, smiled, hell, looked at him, he got very distracted very fast.

“Will you take us to see Mikie Mouse?” She said his name wrong, because she truthfully didn’t really know better. “I welly wanna see fem, and sweep in the princess castle a cause that’s what I am now, pweeeeeezzzzeeee,” she said as only a child could.

“You want to sleep in the princess castle, huh?” he asked, looking to her with a smile. At her exuberant nod, he nodded slowly. “I’ll see what I can do, sweet pea,” he promised softly.

Leaning in, he kissed her cheek. “But, how about we get out of here so that Charlotte can finish her day as she’s likely dying to do. We’ll go for an early dinner and figure out more of this, all right?” he asked them both.

“Okay.” She laughed and hugged him again, pulling Mina with her. “Come on, Mommy,” She had dropped the Janos and Mina from their names with the pronouncement from Charlotte that they had officially become her parents.

Mina rose. “Thank you, Charlotte, so much, thank you.”

“Anytime, Mina. Now take that girl to see the Mouse.” The child had ensured that it had been well known that as soon as she was the child of Janos and Mina, they were all going to go for a trip to see Mickey Mouse at Disneyland.

“We’ll see you there.” Janos grinned at the woman with a wink, having an idea of where her thoughts were going. Following after his women, he shook his head. “Dad makes sure she’s ours and then gets ditched?” he asked in a pitiful tone. “Is this how it’s to be for the rest of my life?” He pouted when Mina shot him a suspicious look.

“Oh, poor Daddy.” Mina stopped and turned to face Janos. “Come on, Daddy, give us a big hug.” She loved saying that, “daddy,” and it seemed Katherine did as well.

Rushing her, he scooped her up and swung her about, careful of Katherine, who let out a delighted squeal. Spinning her a couple of times, he set her on her feet before giving her a bunch of smacking kisses all up and down her face and neck.

Mina’s hands cupped Janos’s face, happiness bright in her eyes. “I love you, Janos Farkas. Thank you for getting me fired from a job that I hated and giving me everything I ever could have wanted. Family and home.” She felt Katherine wiggling between them and caressed her soft hair. “We are a family, the three of us.” And maybe one day more, but for now Mina was more than content with what she had.

“You are more than welcome, my sweet and wonderful mate.” He smiled at her. Kissing her again, he had to wonder just what the future would bring and if it really could be any better than what he had in that moment.

THE END

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Born in the mid-seventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find lying about. Now she piles them up before her, and if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.

A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.

Poetry was her first love, lasting about three solid years. Don’t ask, she won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus, and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind, she started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.

Life and family came next. Working full-time as a customer service representative and raising two children got in the way, and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.

So several years passed, and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.

As with all great things, the door to her notebook-written world might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens, and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.

Honor spends many a sleepless night pounding at the keyboard. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career, however, at night her visions swing to the fantastical, and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.

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