Page 103 of The Lycans: Vol Four

That low simmer of arousal that had never fully gone away started to rise once more.

“I’m taking care of my mate.” His fingers curled against my belly, and I swallowed roughly at how good even that felt.

For long moments we didn’t speak, and I was highly uncomfortable in my position because my body was tense. This internal awkwardness over the desire I felt for him was messing with my head.

But he didn’t try anything inappropriate and, in fact, the way he held me was almost gentle, especially with the way I felt him stroking his thumbs back and forth over my forearm.

I closed my eyes and started counting backward from one hundred, trying to keep sane. But it was impossible with the feeling of him so close.

He leaned in and pushed away the hair from my shoulder. And when his warm breath tickled the side of my throat, when I felt him run the tip of his nose along the curve where my shoulder and neck met, I physically shivered.

The sound of him inhaling, then gruff noises being ripped from his chest told me how much he enjoyed this. I clenched my thighs together as wave after wave of heat and wetness spilled between my thighs.

I wasn’t going to survive the situation with how things were progressing. Because I felt like with each passing hour my composure and need to keep distance from Sebastian were slowly being whittled away until it would soon be nothing but a stump.

“You’re not playing fair.” The words were a whispered breath pulled from my mouth before I could stop them.

His chuckle was low and deep, and the sound was very much that of a satisfied male. He kept running his nose up and down the side of my throat, inhaling deeply. Sebastian moved his hand off my forearm and spread his palm wide over my lower belly.

“When it comes to you, I’ll break all the rules to win.”

The husky tenor of his voice shouldn’t have affected me the way it did. It was a physical, visceral sensation inside of me.

But here I was, silently demanding he never stop, and even arching my back and popping my ass toward him more.

A soft gasp left me as I felt the very hard, very big outline of his erection digging into the crease of my bottom.

“You feel that,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against the shell of my ear. “You feel how hard I am?” He thrust his hips forward, and a seamless moan was pulled from me. “I’ve been rock-hard since I woke up and you were beneath me, your sweet blood filling my mouth and sliding down my throat.”

I made a needy sound and he groaned.

“I can’t help myself where you’re concerned.” He was steadily pumping against me, grinding his cock into my ass at the same time he added pressure to my belly, keeping me rested tightly to him.

“M-Maybe we should focus on ensuring whatever’s out there doesn’t come in here.” My words sounded garbled, broken up. I was pushing them through even though they were the last thing I wanted to talk about.

“Mmm,” he hummed and kept dry fucking me slowly, steadily, as if he had all the time in the world.

It was like I’d swallowed sand. Even forming the simplest word was taking all my energy.

He didn’t stop, and when I felt his fingers brush the hem of my shirt, pushing the material up, I should’ve told him to stop.

I didn’t.

Of course I wouldn’t.

“I can multitask, my sweet girl,” he whispered, but it sounded more like a promise of intent.

He pushed my shirt up to my navel, the pads of his big fingers warm and slightly calloused as he skated them along the exposed flesh.

Goose bumps immediately formed, and I parted my lips, letting out a sound that pleased him, because he started sucking at my neck and making the most primal noises I’d ever heard.

“Let me finish what I started.”

Oh gods. I knew what he meant.

“Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to?—”

“Keep going.” I breathed those two words out. No shame. None at all. Because here I was, pressing my ass back and forth against his hard cock and feeling so much wetness settle between my legs, my inner thighs were slick.

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