Page 117 of The Lycans: Vol Four

“I won’t make you suffer anymore.” I was on her a second later, sucking her pussy lips into my mouth, dragging my fangs on either side of them before sucking on that swollen little clit.

I flattened my tongue, dragged it from her hole to the little bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy, then moved it back down. I lapped at her like she was a melting ice cream cone on a hot fucking day.

But I wouldn’t let her come. Not yet.

I rose back up, ran my hand over my mouth and collected all her pussy juice, then dragged my tongue over the center of my palm. Her eyes fluttered, about to close.

“You keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

I slid my hands up her arms, grabbed her wrists, and thrust her arms above her head. Holding them with one of my hands around her delicate bones, I used my other one to curl behind her knee, jacked her leg up and out, and aimed myself at her tight hole.

Her belly was hollowing out from the force of her breathing, her tits shook, and my fangs ached to pierce the underside of one of those perfect flesh mounds and drink hard.

I glanced at her face, saw how wide her eyes were, and ground out, “No stopping this now. You’re mine forever, Ada.” And with that I thrust in hard and fast, making her take every single stiff inch of me.

She cried out as she arched her back and instantly reached for me. I gritted my teeth.

Her eyes were open wide as she stared at me, her pupils completely dilated. Her tiny little fangs were so fucking hot that I didn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing her, dragging my tongue along the twin points, and making her taste her pussy on my mouth.

When I broke away, I was still very deep inside of her, not moving, just giving her body a moment to get accustomed to how big I was.

“I feel like you’re splitting me in two,” she breathed out, but I kept her spread open.

“Yeah, I fucking am,” I ground out. “My good girl. You were made to fit me.” I slowly pulled out then, gripping the base of my cock and squeezing that girthy length as I stared down at it. It was streaked with her virgin blood and my fangs ached for more.

I couldn’t fucking help myself as I shifted down so I could really see her pussy. Blood smeared along that feminine crease where her leg met the most intimate part of her. I dragged my tongue along it, lapping up that virginal prize that would only ever be mine.

“Fuck, you taste good. Sweet.” I looked up the length of her body. “You taste like mine, Ada. All. Fucking. Mine.”

I was rising and positioned right back between her legs, and with a savage snarl thrust into her without being gentle.

I really dug my feet into the ground as I thrust up into her, getting as deep as I could. Her breasts shook, and her nipples beaded up from the force of my fucking.

I was an animal, unable to control myself as I started pounding into her. Sweat dripped down from my temples and onto her belly, mixing with the smears of blood and the marks covering her.

It was a gorgeous fucking sight, to see my female covered in my fluids and bite marks.

Fuck, she was already close, my pretty girl ready to give me her orgasm.

“Not yet, Ada. Just hold it, baby girl. Make yourself stay on the precipice.” Sweat obscured my vision as I shallowly thrust into her, not going as deep as either one of us wanted or needed. “You feel how good it is? You stay right there and it’ll be better.” I let my head fall back and closed my eyes for a second, groaning. “Staying right on the edge is so fucking good, Ada.”

I opened my eyes and focused on my girl again. I pushed all of my cock into her, and she shook her head back and forth as if she were trying to deny me.

“I can’t. It’s too much. You’re too much.”

When I pulled out and started doing the shallow thrusting once more, she started speaking incoherently at first, but then the pleading started.

“I can’t hold it. Not anymore.” She rose on her elbows and looked down to watch my dick going in and out of her. “Sebastian.”

“Look at how wet you made me. I’m a fucking mess from your juicy pussy.” I went slow, too slow to get her off. But I needed to come, and so did my female.

“Touch that hard little clit. Go on. Do what I say.”

I was transfixed as she slid her hand down and started rubbing that little pink pearl of nerves. And when she did, I really started fucking her. When her breathing changed and I knew she was close, I ordered her to stop.

She groaned and let herself fall back onto the ground, crying as she begged.

“Please. Sebastian, please.”

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