Page 119 of The Lycans: Vol Four

“Gods,” she whispered. “What did you do to me?” She laughed softly.

“I made you mine, sweetheart. Now say it.” The scent of our body fluids coexisting as one caused my softening cock to jerk inside of her and get hard all over again.

She squirmed beneath me, and I clamped my hand flat on her belly to keep her still.

“Fucking say it.” It was a demand. I wouldn’t let her go until she admitted it.

It took her long seconds before she responded. She didn’t need to say the words to seal her fate to me, but I still wanted to hear them whispered from her lips.

“I’m yours, Sebastian.”

Yeah, she fucking was.

12

Ada

Iwas sore everywhere, and I felt the combined fluids of what we’d just done smeared between my inner thighs.

My body ached, my flesh covered in bite marks and scratches.

It should have horrified me. Instead it made me feel a certain kind of way, one that had me aroused all over again.

Sebastian had made us a little pallet and had me draped over his chest and fed me from his hand, making sure I’d had enough to eat and drink before he allowed himself sustenance.

We’d stayed like that for so long I’d dozed off, only to be woken up by him gently giving my face kisses.

“It’s nightfall,” he’d whispered and kissed me long and slow and thoroughly. “As much as I want to stay here and hold you, hell, fuck you a few more times, my mate needs actual sustenance. You can’t live off protein bars.” He’d kissed me soundly, murmured he needed to hunt something down for me, and off we went.

And now we were hiking once more in this unfamiliar world as Sebastian searched for something to kill.

The dynamic, the very air around us was different now. I’d been aware of his presence before, had tried denying myself the pleasure just being near him caused within me. But now, after what we’d done, after he’d claimed me, I felt ultrasensitive.

My mind and body, the very core of who and what I was, had completely changed.

My skin felt so sensitive that even the air brushing on my exposed arms was almost painful. My pulse was a constant quick tempo. I was pleasantly sore in all the right places, and I was acutely aware that Sebastian was unable to stop looking at me.

I felt his gaze on me.

“What exactly are you looking for?” I asked, trying to steer my thoughts to “safer” topics so I didn’t focus on the fact that I could practically feel his warm breath on my nape.

“Something to kill to feed my too tiny mate.” His voice, so close and deep, had me stumbling.

Faster than I comprehended, he wrapped his big hand around my waist and righted me.

“Careful.” There was this thick teasing note in his voice, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to me and got off on it.

“Ever hear of personal space,” I murmured, his hand still on me, his body so close that if I just leaned back slightly, my back would brush against his chest.

“That doesn’t exist between us.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okayyy. Well, tell me what exactly you plan on hunting down for us, ’cause correct me if I’m wrong, but I haven’t seen anything aside from that tentacle monster, and I’m sure as hell not eating one of those.”

He was silent for long moments, and I glanced at him again to see him staring at the treetops, his brow furrowed.

“What? What is it?” I glanced at where he was looking but didn’t see anything that would warrant much of a reaction. But the longer he stayed silent, the more I felt that prickling on the back of my neck again. “Sebastian,” I whispered. “You’re kind of freaking me out. Do I need to find a weapon?”

He looked at me so seriously. “I am your weapon.” He was pushing me toward the mountain, glowering down at me, and ordering me to stay put.

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