Page 27 of Lycan

“Y-yeah, breeding. Like after—” I started again, hesitantly. Stopping when he snarled.

“I will fill you with my seed. I will breed you and you will no longer bleed.” He announced firmly, like it was a done deal.

I floundered for words, slowly backing up. I’d already inched to the edge of the bed. I looked at the door, then at him. He seemed wild . . . animalistic. I wasn’t exactly scared of him, but breeding me? No thanks.

I licked my lips.

“Um, I’m going to go get some water.”

“Do. Not. Move,” he snarled. He bared sharp, sharp teeth. “I command it.”

His eyes flared so brightly it blinded me, but in the same breath, the color leaked out and they became devoid of any glow.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

I threw my body off the bed, using every bit of momentum I could to get to the door.

FIFTEEN

FENRIR

I slammedher to the ground, and she fell to her knees with a cry. It was enough to satisfy my urge to hurt her for running from me. She belonged to me. Me. Only me.

In one lunge, I had her face down in her den. Her scent surrounded me, causing my cock to remain stiff, aching, wanting.

She yelped, her hands clawing into the floor in front of her.

My human would not escape me. I curled my paw under her stomach, forcing her hips up, offering her glistening, wet sex to me.

“Fenrir,” her voice lowered. Her voice spiked through my cock, filling it with the nectar of my release. I would offer it all to her.

I lowered, pressing my nose into her succulent offering. I ran my tongue across her sex. Her blood coated my tongue. Even though it tasted different from the liquid that spilled from her eyes, it was just as savory. Every morsel of her invited me in—trapped me.

With my second lick, her small body relaxed, and a whine left her lips. My hips bucked forward in answer.

Maddening human.

I licked her again and again, stealing the nectar from her core. I shoved my long tongue into the tight depths that gave way to my ownership.

My hips bucked again. Need thrummed and I could no longer ignore it. Positioning her before me, with my claws pressed into her sides, I presented her to myself. She remained supple and giving to my lead. Her sex throbbed, begging for my dominion. Liquid dripped down her slit. I pressed the tip of my cock against the soft flesh. She twitched her hips and I could no longer contain the rutting urges. I rammed into her sheath. She would be filled with my seed until her belly expanded from it. I would breed her and fill her with my young.

A shudder worked over my spine, my fur standing from the agonizing pleasure. I could not control myself. I rutted desperately, slamming her on my aching knot. Forcing it inside her.

Small whines and whimpers left her lips. The rhythmic sounds of my breeding her swelled my knot with painful pleasure. With every graze of her soft sex shoving onto my knot, I strained. Her channel clasped around me, squeezing me in its straining sheath. The human was small, but my release allowed her to take my girth. To savor it. If she had not had it, my claim would have killed her.

She trembled, screaming as her sex squeezed around me. I did not stop.

I would fill her. She belonged to me.

Only me.

She screamed again, bucking against my cock like a female in breeding heat.

Yesss.

She would never leave me. My little human would always belong to me.

I curved forward, keeping my violent pace while overwhelming her body. Such a tiny thing under me. My human.

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