Page 16 of Lycan

I stiffened as if she had dug her little human claws into my chest. I could not form any words to come from my muzzle. I could not make sense of any of this. Nor the warmth in my gut that bloomed through my limbs, urging me to keep her at my side for eternity.

Her eyes did not glow, but they reflected mine. She stared at her little claws buried in my fur, moving them in scratching circles.

She had been petting me and I did not care.

Lycans did not mate how I took her. Facing each other—only through the male mounting. . . but I did not care. I enjoyed this little writhing human and the sounds she expelled.

I craved itand her. The small creature called to my instincts. She remained locked on my knot, claimed by me. A vibration rumbled through my chest. Yes, she would remain mine.

Her head pressed against my sternum. She nuzzled her cheek into me.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re really untrusting, Fenrir?” Her sleep coated words seared me internally unlike I’d ever experienced.

The humans had given me that name, and I told her of it as a reminder of what humans were capable of. But from her humanmouth, it now caused pleasure.

They’d taken me as an adolescent, stolen me. Tortured me to the point that all I knew was pain. My old life with kin remained in the far recesses of my mind. Before consciousnessand awareness spawned with the Rift, I lived violently in my world. As a youngling I was allowed to stay with my creators—the ones to birth me, but I would have been expected to leave once I found my breeding match, except I’d lived trapped.

I’d bided my time, waiting for my strength to grow in order to escape. There was a reason humans hardly ever attempted to capture full grown monsters. They would have been shredded to pieces and devoured. Just as I’d done to many of the human males that hunted me. If I had been full-grown, they would not have been able to take me, but I took pleasure in knowing that even at my youngling age, I’d slaughtered two of them and maimed many.

Miahummed and nuzzled my chest again. The warmth inside me throbbed like a live thing.

This little human was not the same. Lycans did not entangle themselves this way or touch the way the human touched me. I could not ignore her presence. It beat against my fur. Not unpleasantly. The opposite. I thrust up, jostling her on my knot. Her fleshy mouth opened with the sweetest sound, and her sex squeezed my cock.

I would keep her with me. Never again would I harm this gentle human, so unlike others.

Once I fed on the flesh of those vile humans who tortured me, I would not leave her side.

TEN

MIA

The swaying motionof being carried roused me from the deepest, most comfortable sleep I’d ever experienced. I groaned, rubbing my cheek into Fenrir’s chest fur. A low vibration echoed from under my ear and pleasant shivers crested down my spine.

“Where are we going?” I croaked, blinking the bleariness from my eyes. Each sway of his walk rubbed his thick cock inside me. How was he still stiff? His rough palms rested under my thighs, holding me perfectly against him. He was so large that his arms formed a comfortable nook. “You like to ignore me, don’t you,” I mumbled.

Fenrir grunted. Another beat of silence and he huffed.

“Where I can leave you unexposed.”

My eyebrows winged up. He actually answered. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating, or there wasn’t as much of the growly edge to his tone . . . and he hadn’t made any mention about my hands on him. I clenched a bunch of his fur in my fist. He held me securely, but I still held on. A nerve felt pinched in the crevice where my thigh bent. My core felt raw, stretched and sensitive. I squirmed.

“How long will we be stuck together?”

The long line of his body went taut and he slowed his determined stride.

“You want to be rid of my knot?” He responded sharply, glowing eyes narrowing.

“It’s just a question.” I scowled.

He bristled at everything. Like he expected the worst at every turn. “You’re super sensitive.” He grunted again, probably not understanding a lick of what I said.

A familiar worn path caught the corner of my eye. We were headed back to the shack. If I could turn to look over my shoulder, I bet I would see it.

He moved past the tree trunks at an alarming rate. Perks of his massive strides. His arm tightened across my spine more securely and he bent forward, his chest getting all in my face and blocking my view completely.

Wood creaked and then I heard the hollow echo of claws scratching wooden boards. He tilted me while I clung to him. I sputtered, spitting some of his fur from my mouth. His hunched position straightened as much as he could inside the shack.

Fenrir dropped to his knees with a loud thump. Pinpricks tickled my legs. If I didn’t move them, they’d become numb to the point of falling off. Even with him on his knees, if that was what that body part was called on his body, my feet didn’t touch the floor.

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