Page 31 of Lycan

Waiting a bit more will not change my course.

“Very well.”

She closed and opened her eyes quickly.

“Very well? What does that mean?”

“I will do as you say.”

Her body stiffened and she seemed not to be breathing. What was wrong with her? The corners of her lips kept twitching.

A pleasant tinkling sound escaped my human. Her mouth was stretched wide. “Are you sure you’re a monster?”

“I am a monster,” I responded. I believed that was clear. The pleasing sound came from her again.

No human had ever made such a sound. This was like a lycan’s vibrations. Indication of pleasure. My cock hardened, emerging from its slit.

I would destroy any creature to hear her vibrations again.

“Let’s go shower?” she asked, voice still breathless.

I waited for her to guide me to whatever this “shower” was. She walked straight, toward the hole across from her nest.

I took care not to hurt her legs as I followed. She turned into a compartment smaller than the one filled with her scent. She stopped in front of a small box and reached inside. Water began to spurt from a nozzle.

What was this? I approached slowly, needing to be on all fours as I entered. My sides rubbed against human things.

She lifted a foot and walked into the small box. She pulled a pane that would close her inside. It would trap her!

“Mia,” I snarled, lunging for her arm.

She screamed and hugged her arms to her chest, staring at me with wide eyes. She looked side to side, showing too much of the whites of her eyes. Prey tended to peel their eyes this way when they feared for their lives.

My claws were wrapped around her small limb and I loosened my grip.

“What happened? What is it?” she breathed, calming her panting.

I eyed the white box, lifting my lip in a threat.

“This will trap you.”

Her mouth pinched together, then she burst into that tinkling noise. The fur on my body lifted.

“This is a showerhead.” She pointed at the thing spitting water. “I fill the water up and it comes through here heated instead of all cold like the lake.” She inched under the falling water. Her head-fur plastered to her skin. “Come in.” She waved her hand toward the empty space that dipped into the box.

She stood in it without a care. I did not trust it. Returning my attention toward her, I studied her wide eyes. She would not harm me. Shehad notharmed me. I grunted and followed her, carefully climbing inside. My tail hit against the box and it rattled.

“Be careful, the glass will break.” She clicked her tongue as she arranged the barrier back in place.

My head hovered over the bar holding theglassup and I could see outside of the smooth hole we stood in.

“This is a showerhead—” Water sprayed across my muzzle, blinding me. I sneezed, turning my face away from the assault.

“What is this attack,” I snarled. She would not harm me, but the water continued to pelt me. I sneered at this ‘showerhead’.

She aimed it down.

“It’s not an attack,” she mumbled.

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