Page 118 of The Lycans: Vol Four

I said a nasty curse as I pulled out, gripped her tiny waist to flip her over, and adjusted Ada so she was on her hands and knees.

I leaned back on my heels, staring at her pale ass, the light splattering of freckles even on those perfect peach mounds. “I fucking love these,” I groaned as I palmed the cheeks. “Even covered in dirt, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Before I could stop myself, I was bringing my hand down and smacking a cheek, watching as the flesh jiggled. She gasped and looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide and her breathing frantic.

I clenched my fingers around one of the cheeks, my tanned skin so much darker than her porcelain complexion.

“You’re like a little doll. My fucking little doll, sweetheart.”

While staring into her eyes, I brought my hand back down and spanked her, unable to stop myself as I started to alternate between her left and then her right ass cheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

She was making these incomprehensible sounds.

I thrust my cock back into her. I was growling like a maniac as I fucked her.

And her ass was a nice shade of red.

I was panting and sweating when I finally stopped, my handprints all over her skin. My cock was a hard bastard. And as I pulled her cheeks apart and aimed my dick right at her pussy hole, I knew I would never be the same because of this female.

Because nothing and no one would ever compare to her.

With that thought I plunged back in hard and deep and fast, not giving her body time to adjust to the penetration.

I forced my thick dick into her, tunneling it in and out, holding on to her hips to keep her steady because she was moving forward from my primal fucking.

Feral sounds reverberated out of my chest and surrounded us, and I knew I wasn’t going to last.

I was going to come and fill her with so much of my seed it would seep from her little pussy when I pulled out.

She tipped her head back, her hair falling over one shoulder. I could smell how close she was, her orgasm, this saccharine scent that made me feel drunk.

With a hand between her thighs and my fingers rubbing her clit, I waited until she started to convulse, her pussy clamping down and milking my cock for my cum.

Only then did I bare my teeth and lean forward to sink my fangs into the column of her throat, pushing them in deep, knowing it hurt her but also sensing how much her orgasm rose because of it.

And with my mouth latched to her neck, I came in hard, thick, pulsating jets, filling up her womb. The only thought in my head was getting her pregnant.

I wanted to watch her grow big and round with my baby. I wanted to keep her close and protect her, to provide for her so she never had to worry about anything.

I wanted to fucking kill anyone who even thought about Ada.

And I fucking would. Because she was the only thing I cared about. She was my priority.

I came. And came. And came. Unable to stop myself, my first real orgasm seizing up my entire body so I wasn’t able to function aside from letting the pleasure take control of me.

It was when I was finally sated that my body fell forward on its own. I was mindful enough to slam my hands down on the dirt on either side of her body, caging her in as we both caught our breath.

I lifted my head just slightly so that I could see the expanse of her back. Her alabaster skin sported scratches and bite marks, hickeys and smeared blood. I stared at the scars along her shoulder blades and found myself leaning forward and dragging my tongue over them before kissing her gently. I wanted her to know that even if I was a brutal bastard when I fucked my mate, she was the most precious thing to me. She was my everything. And a bastard like me would need to prove to her every single day how worthy I was to have her as my mate.

I kissed the center of her back once more before rising and reaching around to grab her chin. I turned her head so she was forced to look at me.

I pierced my tongue with one of my fangs, tasting the blood that coated the inside of my mouth before I leaned in and kissed her, making her take the very essence of me inside of her body.

When I broke the kiss, she leaned in as if she wanted more, her gaze heavy.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.” I gave her one more kiss, my lips rubbing back and forth against hers, the blood being painted along her cheeks and chin.

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