Page 105 of The Lycans: Vol Four

“Sebastian…” His name was a strangled sound, but I was too lost in the sensations to care or feel embarrassed that I’d called out his name as I came.

“Mmm, that’s it, sweetheart. Gods, you please me more than anyone else.”

I arched my back, my breasts thrust outward, my nipples so hard they ached. He made another juicy curse right before he added more pressure to my lips and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.

I felt like a kitten as I latched on to his tongue and sucked, mewling because his flavor washed over my taste buds. He was addicting, the taste of him spicy and purely masculine.

It was the most potent thing I’d ever tasted, and I knew I’d never get enough.

And when he gently pushed the tip of his finger into my pussy, I felt another explosion reach the heights of my consciousness.

He groaned, his cock so hard against my hip as he kept thrusting against me. Back and forth. Back and forth.

His huge body shook a second before he broke away, tipped his head back, and made the most masculine, ecstasy-filled noise I’d ever heard.

Holy shit, he was coming and we weren’t even having sex.

I was riveted to the sight of him, to the sinew and tendons popping out under his golden skin as he strained, to the way his fangs elongated right before my eyes.

I was just coming down from my high, relaxing against the cavern floor, when he opened his eyes and looked down at me.

The red bled out to his natural color, his mouth still parted as he sucked in great lungfuls of air. He still had his hand between my thighs, his thick finger wedged inside my pussy.

A small sound of distress left me when he pulled his finger out and held it between us, the middle digit slick with my pussy cream and sliding down the length.

I felt my face heat as he brought it to his mouth and dragged his tongue along the length, lapping up the arousal that he’d pulled from my body. He moaned as if it were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

“So good.” He sucked his middle finger into his mouth before pulling it out with a resounding pop. He slid the hand that was around my throat up to my jaw, gripping me tightly and slanting his mouth against mine.

The first taste of his tongue as he forced it between my lips was a mixture of both of our flavors. The act was lewd, and I never wanted him to stop.

“We’re doing that every single night. But next time,” he murmured as he pulled slightly away, breaking the suction of our mouths as he stared into my eyes. “Next time I’ll be drinking straight from the source, sweetheart.”

I should have thought of something to say, but I was sated and depleted of energy and felt my eyes become heavy with sleep.

Sebastian got this very satisfied expression on his face before it softened and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.

“Who knew a monster like me could get the girl of his dreams.”

My throat tightened at that, but before I could respond—if I’d even been able to—he kissed me so softly on the lips that it went against the very hardness that always seemed to surround him.

“Sleep, Ada,” he murmured and adjusted me so I was sprawled on his chest and off the hard ground. “Sleep and let me watch over you.”

I will not fall for him. I will not fall for him.

Damn it. I think I’m already starting to.

9

Sebastian

We were on the move again. I’d stayed awake the entire time my mate slept, and the sense of pride and accomplishment I felt in knowing I watched over her was insurmountable. And as soon as the sun had once more set, I’d woken her up with soft kisses down the bridge of her freckled nose, along her lips, and finally ran my tongue over her lips.

She’d moaned for me and arched her back like a satisfied cat. And when she’d opened her eyes and locked them on mine, she’d tensed and become closed off.

And now she was avoiding me. I could sense her hesitation of me coming off her in waves. And I was confident it was because she was embarrassed about what we’d shared the night before.

I knew that was her first orgasm. It was my first time giving pleasure to anyone, hell… desiring a female at all. That was and would forever be reserved for Ada.

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