Jay was happy for Mark and Angel but in a couple of days it would be her and Glenn's wedding. She was nervous already. She finally really understood Angel's nervousness about it all. Now everything would change in her life for the better. With becoming a queen in six days, she had to keep her mind clear as well as her soul.

Mollified, she laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling as Glenn slept beside her, his deep even breaths sounding so calming to her. He would be a great father, she knew. Seeing Angel pregnant brought forth the wanting of a child within her heart. She always wanted a little girl as Evelynn would be her name. Evelynn Jacobs.

It had a nice ring to it.

She knew Glenn would love the name as much as she did. She turned her head and looked at him with a soft sigh. He looked like an Angel when he slept; her beloved Angel. He was so handsome, even when he was asleep. He looked so at ease, so peaceful. He looked almost like he had when she had pleasured him. She turned her head forward and closed her eyes, envisioning the act when she heard Glenn growl. She opened her eyes and looked at him only to find his eyes open and upon her.

There was a possessive glint within his eyes as he stared at her. All she could do was stare back at him, not knowing what to do. Once she could pull her gaze from his heated one, it traveled down his big body. To her amusement and surprise, he was as stiff as he was before. She gasped and yanked her gaze back up to his. What would he do? Her body responded to his so easily that it scared her. Did it scare her, or did it arouse her?

At this rate, she did not know how long she could keep up her no sex rule. He growled again and in a flash, he had her pinned on her front with his big hands upon her small waist. She struggled, earning more growls from him. He palmed her curves and let out what sounded like an anguished groan. So this is what was to be expected? Fondling?

She threw a glance over her shoulder at him only to find his eyes a glowing green. Her eyes grew wide as his were glowing with desire, no doubt. Her struggles ceased as his fondling continued and she found herself liking it. Was she sick or something? This was a sexually crazed male who wanted her, but she would not give him any leeway. She now knew the thin line she treaded with this man.

Suddenly his hand came down upon her behind and she gasped. He had not hit her but was palming her behind! She laid her head down upon the mattress, wondering what he would do next while sorting out her own feelings of confusion and desire when he growled and got off of the bed, stalking away.

She tensed when she heard the bathroom door slam shut then she slowly sat up. She looked at the closed door and brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them close, wondering whether or not to talk to Angel. What should she do?...

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Glenn had lost it for several minutes. He knew he had as he stared at the porcelain sink. She must have been scared because he heard her get up from the bed and sit on the chaise lounge. He briefly wondered if she grabbed a pillow and blanket as well while he was still stewing in the bathroom. He'd been mad then because the moon would be full tonight, he instinctively knew. He had lost his temper with her as he couldn't believe himself. He couldn't believe how he treated Jay.

He treated her like a fucking piece of meat! Fondling her soft curves, those of which she wouldn't let him have.

His eyes narrowed as he straightened. No! He wasn't going to lose control around her again. With the moon being full soon, he couldn't risk her safety. When the wolf within his soul would surface, he wouldn't be in his right frame of mind. The beast would focus on one thing and one thing only: mating. He knew he couldn't be in the same room with her now. He still couldn't believe it. He was a calm sensible man most of the time. He rarely ever lost control.

But this situation was caused by lust, pure desire. He'd never had to evaluate someone's safety from himself before. Now he had to because he didn't want to unintentionally hurt his soon-to-be queen. With his age and strength, he could very well harm her easily. Yes she was a seven hundred year old Angel that could shock the shit out of him, but his strength was legendary; comparable to a Vampire's strength.

So maybe until their marriage, he should stay away from her.

Yes, that was the best and only solution.

With a weary sigh, he opened the bathroom door and walked out, turning to stalk out of the room when a soft sound made him pause.

"Do not go, Glenn." Jay said softly.

He tensed as she slowly sat up upon the chaise lounge. Now upon its edge, she clutched the robe she wore close and stood. This was taking a lot of courage on her part because she was naked beneath the robe she now clutched so tightly within her fist. She felt prepared to give herself to him now. Not because she was afraid of his temper but because she wanted to go against the rule she had so longed lived by. And she also wanted to ease the beast within his soul.

She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, placing a soft kiss upon his back. He still stood motionless and tense, not knowing what to do. Should he stay or leave like he had planned on? He didn't want to hurt her so what should he do?

"Glenn, I want to give myself to you." She said then softly.

And just like that, those words had his penis rock hard instantly. Although his body screamed his body screamed yes, his mind said no. He found himself shaking his head and prying her hold from around him. She frowned as he walked to the bed and sat down upon the edge.

"It wouldn't be right, Jay. Not now." He said then bared his head in his hands.

"And why, per se, would it not be right?" She questioned.

"Because it would mean that I'd be forcing you and I couldn't bare to do so." He replied without looking at her.

Was he serious? She wanted to giver herself to him and he did not want to do anything because he claimed he would be forcing her? Again, was he serious?

"It is not forcing when I want to do it, Glenn." Jay argued, folding her arms defiantly across her chest.

He shook his head then lifted it.

"You don't understand. You're willing to give up your innocence to keep the beast within me calm?"

At her shocked expression, he nodded.

"Yes I heard your thoughts. Jay, I am older and incredibly strong. One wrong move and I hurt or even kill you."

He looked away from her now, unable to think of hurting her let alone killing her.

"I can't put you in that kind of danger."

When she found her voice she asked, "What will happen on our wedding night?"

"Hopefully I will have more control by then."

She clutched her robe close, feeling let down and embarrassed by the turn of events. She had been ready, she thought, but calming the beast within him was not a good alibi. But why did her soul want to calm and comfort that beast? It had to do with being his mate, she was sure of it. But then what would happen on their wedding night?

"But look at Mark and Angel. He is as strong as you are, but they did the deed."

"That is them, not us." He said heatedly while looking at her.

"You cannot deny what is to become inevitable between us, Glenn."

He now stood and threw his arms out in a 'what gives' gesture. He couldn't comprehend her persistence with this matter. He said they couldn't do the deed, but she just wouldn't drop it.

"Why don't you just drop this issue, Jay?"

Her eyebrows rose.

"Why? I will tell you why. Because this involves both of us, not just you, Glenn."

His eyebrows rose at her blatant tenacity. She was damned if she'd let this go. He growled and stalked to the window. Stubborn woman. First she set rules on not having sex and now she wanted to give herself to him. He would never understand her. Just the thought of her naked beneath him sent his blood and loins into a damn frenzy.

He wanted her more than anything in the world, but he couldn't take her yet.

'But you could allow her to pleasure you with her mouth?' He scowled at the words his conscience spoke, but it was right. He had allowed that from her. Was he being selfish with this decision? She wanted him, and he wanted her, so what was the problem? For starters, he feared he'd hurt her because of his strength and secondly, she only wanted sex just to calm the beast within him.

But what about for love?

She gasped, appalled at him.

"Are you saying that I do not love you?"

He whirled around to face her.

"I never said that."

"But you thought it." She snapped back, glaring at him.

He scowled at her then sighed, passing a hand over the back of his neck, a wary look within his eyes.

"Why do you insist on this?"

She appeared before him and placed a hand upon his cheek.

"Because I am done with that stupid rule. I was foolish enough to believe it would work. What works for others may not work for me." She said, looking up into his blue eyes.

He looked down into hers and saw something within her. Something like a need for him, a need only he could satisfy. He saw the soft, loving, accepting, and strong woman beneath the hard exterior. She wanted to give him everything she had, and he'd be damned if he didn't want to give her the same.

Her hand moved back down to her side as they stared at one another. She loved him dearly and wanted to show him just how much. She knew now how much he wanted her and at this point, she was not taking no for an answer anymore. She then appeared at the foot of the bed and slowly pulled the tie of the robe apart with shaky hands, releasing a pent up breath as she let the material fall around her bare feet.

His eyes grew wide upon seeing her nakedness before him. Had she just read his mind? Her body was beautiful; it looked so strong and lithe. As his bright green gaze lowered to her small pert breasts, his hard penis strained against the zipper of his slacks, about to explode at any moment. He ran his hand over his slackened jaw as his lustful gaze dipped down even further to the small patch of neatly trimmed dark brown curls between her long legs.

He now knew that he could no longer prolong this. He needed her now.

It took a lot of courage for her to do this; to stand naked before him as her heart pounded wildly within her chest. As his wide eyes traveled about her breasts, her nipples beaded, and moisture slicked her sex. Her heart raced as his bright green gaze lowered to her sex. She was strong yes, but was she strong enough for this? Was her courage strong enough for this as well as for him?

He suddenly stalked to her and grabbed her into his arms. She looked up into his eyes and knew she had made the right decision. His eyes remained a bright green as he stared down at her. This his lips were upon hers in a passionate kiss. She gasped and clung to him as he began to claw at his clothing.

When finally naked, he held her close and growled. The beast within his soul would be satisfied this eve, no matter what. And she would give it all to him. He lifted her into his arms and walked to the bed then laid her down as he kissed her slender neck. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He growled and placed his big hand upon her small breast and groaned in anguish. His penis grew harder as it prodded her thigh.

With desire fueling him, he couldn't think clearly. All he knew was that his female finally yielded to him and he needed to bed her and mark her. He vaguely recalled that she was a virgin, that he needed to take things slow but how could he? Did he have the strength, the self- control, to do this slow?

With her naked and willing beneath him, he couldn't quite think of an answer to those questions.

Yet he paused before he hurt her.

"Need to prepare you…" He growled.

He then knelt between her spread legs and looked down at her sex. She blushed and closed her eyes, disbelieving that this was actually going to happen. No one ever looked at her as intimately as Glenn was now. But she found it rather erotic, to be honest. She could no longer follow that rule of hers. She had found her king, the man who would die for her without a second thought. And she loved him all the more for it.

He would die soon if he never got to taste her, so he bent and trailed soft kisses upon her chest, sucking and licking those rosy pink nipples he found so mouthwatering. She gasped his name and embedded her slim fingers within his hair and tugged gently. He gave a soft growl of approval before setting his sights down her body.

Betsy released his hair and sat up upon her elbows to watch as he made his way to the juncture between her legs. She had a pretty god idea of what he was about to do, and she found the anticipation of it rather exciting. She had never known a man until Glenn. She read those novels Angel wrote and wondered if cunnilingus was really that good.

His lips upon her inner thigh made her shiver. She looked down at him as his bright green gaze flicked up to hers. With a feral growl, he set to licking her slick sex. She gasped aloud and could not seem to look away from this erotic sight she beheld. Her legs fell open in surrender as she gave into the pleasure Glenn was giving her.

He'd never tasted anything more divine in his life. He groaned in anguish and began to stroke himself as he licked her sex. He could do this all day, every day and by her reaction; the moaning, the gasping of his name, she loved it as well. With his free hand, he slowly pushed a finger into her. She gasped and grabbed the bedsheets within her fists. The feeling was alien, yet she liked it. From the way his tongue flicked and caressed her sensitive nub to the wat his manly finger pleasured her from inside, it all felt like it was too much.

She grew wetter in a rush and he growled in approval. He slowly inserted a second finger then gently thrust them into her, all the while stretching her. She whimpered and wiggled her hips. He was probably hurting her, but it would hurt her even more when he started fucking her. His shaft pulsed at that inevitable action.

She was close to something she had never experienced before. It did feel good, the oral and finger stimulation but with his fingers stretching her, it hurt. But for some reason, she did not nor could not tell him to stop as a pleasurable feeling within her grew more intense. When his tongue flicked over her stiff clitoris, that feeling within her exploded and she arched her back as she climaxed. She cried out his name as he continued to devour her sex with lustful growls.

She had to push her hand against his forehead when she began to tremble. He did stop only to flip her onto her front. With her heart beating wildly, she looked over her shoulder at him as he propped her up on all fours. His shaft was a thick heavy rod that pointed at her, demanding its due and she could not help but to yield to him. But with his size, would he rend her body in two?

Fear now prickled within her as she felt an arm encircle her waist as his other grasped her shoulder. She could feel the broad head of his penis at her entrance and she tried to move but he held her steadfast. She could feel his warm harsh breath against her neck and she shivered. She wanted this but with his bright green eyes, he surrendered to the wolf within his soul.

Just then, a ray of moonlight broke through the clouds and shone across his face. He trembled, and his breathing grew harsh as the wolf within his soul surfaced all the way. He looked down at the position he had Betsy in and growled low. She was to be his and only his. And he would make her his now.

She prayed to the Ancients that he would not hurt her too badly when, without warning, he quickly thrust himself deep inside of her. She screamed in pain and dug her nails into the mattress. He growled low and pushed further into her as his grip upon her tightened. Tears within her eyes, she whimpered in pain and bit her lip, hoping the pain would end soon.

Seated deep within his woman finally, nothing felt more right. But he sensed he was hurting her although she wasn't uttering a word. She was such a strong woman, or she was just being stubborn as hell to not say if she was in any pain or not. Yet he ceased all movements, his self-control was nearly frayed as he let her adjust to his thick length. He bent and kissed the back of her neck softly.

"Oh Ancients," he groaned. "You're so tight." He bit out as her sheathe clenched so firmly around him.

Even with him still, she gasped at the searing pain in her groin. She was right on feeling fear because she knew they would not fit. Thankfully he stopped pushing into her and knew it obviously took a lot of control on his part because of his shaking body.

So he drew her up, her back against his chest and wound her slim arms around his neck, locking them there.

"Hold onto me, love."

When she gave a small nod, he skimmed his fingers from her breasts then down her body until he cupped her sex with one hand while the other stroked her lush body. He stroked her between her legs and when her wetness returned, he grit his teeth to keep from taking her. His hands then lifted to her pert breasts where he toyed with her hardened nipples while cupping those small soft mounds. Her hold around his neck tightened and she moaned softly, resting her head back against his shoulder. He growled in return at her passion. She briefly shut her eyes, never knowing such pleasure before.

"Does my woman be wanting more?" He growled low at her ear.

"Y-yes Glenn." She said with a shiver.

"Then get to your hands again and you'll receive it."

She did so, and he grasped her hips in his big hands then slowly withdrew from her only to push deeper into her. It no longer hurt as she cried out in pleasure. She instinctively worked her knees wider then slowly rocked back against him. He moaned her name as his grip upon her hips tightened once more. He gave another thrust, forceful this time. She arched her back, now knowing what she had been missing all this time.

Soon everything grew dim except for that glorious pursuit of pleasure. She felt his hard thrusts and cried out for more and knew her cries and moans fueled his passion. The sound of his skin slapping hers sounded so right and so erotic to her. Nothing she ever knew felt this good to her ever. She eased her head back as all she could do was to take his pounding thrusts with wanton cries.

He then stretched over her, his sweat slicked chest to her slicked back. He licked the smooth skin between her shoulder blades. Her body trembled as she grew closer to another orgasm. She found herself dimly wondering if it would always be strong enough to make her pass out from unending pleasure.

"I'm going to make you come so hard." He growled before his sharp fangs pushed into the skin between her shoulder blades.

"Glenn!" She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her and she threw her head back by the force of it.

He snarled against her as he pistoned into her, quickly finding his own release.

"Betsy!" He roared to the ceiling as he ejaculated within her.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapsed onto the mattress totally worn out. He licked the bite mark upon her back then with his last ounce of strength, he pulled himself from her and collapsed beside her.

With his heart thundering away in his chest, he pulled her close and was unable to think of anything, but his Betsy passed out from their lovemaking within his arms…