Page 155 of The Lycans: Vol Four

Her hole opened up, pink and glossy, stretched tight around my girth. I couldn’t stop looking, couldn’t help myself from moving my hands closer and framing where I was buried.

“Good girl. Look at you,” I breathed out. “Taking this fat cock like you were born for it.” I couldn’t breathe as the pleasure rose. I moved my fingers closer, touching the ring of her asshole and my cock as I started fucking her.

I made sure I was slow and easy at first. But that was the only reprieve she’d get from me. Once I had her nice and stretched, the real fucking would happen.

This was as close to making love as I’d ever do.

Sliding my hand up the center of her back, I turned my fingers into her hair and grabbed a chunk at her scalp, jerking her head back. Her mouth parted and she cried out.

And then I fucked my mate’s ass.

With a hand in her hair and another gripping her waist, I pulled her back as I thrust up into her. Harder, faster, becoming brutal as all I could focus on was reaching the end, of coming and finding that ecstasy that only Ada would ever give me.

Everything else faded away and I focused on where I was buried, on how my cock disappeared between these pale, freckled cheeks, how every time I pulled out, the length was slick and glossy and… fuck, I was coming.

“Ada,” I groaned and let my head fall back, closing my eyes, trying so fucking hard to hold off. Make this last. A little more. A little longer.

When I opened my eyes, it was to see Ada’s head turned to the side and her gaze locked on me.

“Sebastian—”

“I know what you need. Yeah, I fucking know because I want it too.” I bent over her body, covering her back with my chest, pushed her hair fully away from her neck, and stared at that throbbing artery. I struck, sinking in deep, and drew out the sweet, thick coppery ambrosia running through her veins.

A groan left me, and I heard her crying out as she came. Thrusting my hand between her legs, I shoved two fingers into her cunt and pumped them in and out, feeling her milking the digits. “That hurts so good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” My words were murmured against her flesh because I was too greedy to unlatch my fangs. She tasted too fucking good. The best.

She moaned and nodded and that’s what fucking sent me over the edge.

I kept my fangs buried deep as I orgasmed, pumping her ass full of cum. The sounds that came from me were broken up and animalistic.

When I pulled away, watching her blood drip in two trails down her neck. I reached up and smeared it around, painting her with the gore.

“Look at me.”

She blinked her eyes open, her expression dazed and orgasmic-filled. I held up my bloody fingers and pressed them to her mouth. “See how good you taste.” I shoved the digits into her mouth without waiting for a response. But my girl was all about this. She sucked on them, moaning around my fingers and pulling more cum from me.

With a grunt, I pulled back until my still rock-hard cock came free. I grabbed the length and stroked myself, my body shuddering as I came a little bit more. The jets of semen shot out, landing in thick ropes on her ass and pussy.

“That’s it.” I gathered the cum and pushed it into her pussy. “I belong here. I want you full of my seed. Always.”

“Mmm.”

I smeared the rest of my cum all over her pussy and ass, making sure she was marked and smelled like me.

I ran my hands up and down her sides, kissing the parts of her I could reach.

“My sweet girl. You’re so precious to me,” I murmured against the center of her back. “The most important thing in my life.” I inhaled deeply. The droplets of sweat disappeared as her skin cooled. “I now realize that before you I was dead. The living dead. Only surviving.” My chest ached; my heart seized. “I’ll never let you go. I’d rather die than let that happen.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Sebastian.” She shifted underneath me and I backed up.

When she stood, I smoothed out her shirt, her pants torn to shit, but she didn’t care as she smiled at me.

I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her body, not even bothering with adjusting my slacks. For long minutes I just held her, smoothing my hand up and down her back, the bloodthirsty fiend in me content for the time being as it had its mate close.

“What would you…” she said softly, then stopped.

I buried my face in her hair again, inhaling the sweetest scent that clung to her.

“What is it, baby?”

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