Page 6 of Lycan

“Now.” I sneered. I cocked my head, watching the plump, fur-less human jolt as if she would flee. I would rip her head off if she attempted it. I cocked my head, watching the human’s next move. What would she do?

Her human muzzle thinned, and she bent forward until she crawled the distance separating us. Her clothing fell forward and covered her sweet taste. A growl vibrated in my throat. I swayedforward to slice my claws through the offending fabric blocking her heat. The room tipped and I slammed my claws on the ground to steady my body before I fell to the side. A frustrated huff left my muzzle.

She settled before me, her gaze fastened on the tip of my breeding member where my luminescent need awaited her. Her hands wrapped around my flesh, above my knot, and she gasped, flexing her fingers against my shaft. I grunted, my glow flaring bright until it illuminated her. It took both her hands to grip my width. Her touch was hesitant—gentle. Unlike any other touch I had ever felt upon me. Panting came through my clenched teeth.

Her small tongue poked out across the plush flesh of her human muzzle. She leaned forward and gingerly flicked her tongue out again, collecting my seed.

I groaned, my hips bucking up. This-I-Such pleasure. How delicious. Why did her tongue feel this way? Her eyes flicked up. She licked me again, sending ecstasy through my veins.

“More.” I snarled and buried my claws into her hair to force her muzzle flush to my throbbing tip, my hips bucking desperately. A guttural sound I’d never made before rumbled from my muzzle—then she slid both hands down, taking the pleasure to the base of my cock where my knot waited.

I couldn’t take this fascinating pleasure?—

FIVE

MIA

And for the second time,I found myself smushed under the large unconscious monster. One second, I was rubbing my palms down the biggest cock I could have never imagined, the next, I was flat on the ground with the wolf-monster on top of me. A confirmed, incrediblymalewolf-monster. I could already tell from his voice, but this was . . . different.

Heat infused my face like it could melt it off. His large, heavy arm pinned me to the ground by my stomach. I stared at the roof of the shack, panting—stunned.

Even with the lack of contact I had with other humans, I had Pam’s erotic novels, so I understood the concept of sex and all the mechanics of it even if I’d never participated—but goodness gracious. As wrong as it was, and I knew it was wrong, it felt so good when he licked me. Even the prick of his claws pressing into my flesh felt good. I closed my eyes, breathing out slowly.

A madness had come over me and I hadn’t stopped moving under his tongue. God help me, I’d wanted more. Even his cum tasted good, which I had not expected of the glowing orange substance. Nor had I expected the tingling sensation when his cum touched my tongue. Or how warmth spread through my insides as soon as I swallowed. Like I’d slipped into a hot bath.

The feel of his cock remained imprinted on my hands, the slippery, wet member throbbing against my touch, while the faint indent of veins pulsed.

I squeezed my eyes tight, fisting my hands against the wood floors. My heartbeat hadn’t calmed down and I doubted it would until I was far away from this creature. His arm remained across my midsection, pinning me down. He’d never responded to my proposal, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he had found it funny when I asked. I rolled the back of my head against the wooden floors. If I went back home and told them about all of this, they would refuse to flee, and even worse, Jason would come out here to shoot him even if he well knew bullets didn’t kill monsters. No, telling Jason would lead to his death.

I pushed to my elbows and his powerful growl vibrated the floor. His large head moved and one of his antlers almost poked one of my eyes out. I flinched, studying the bone bursting outward from the top of his head. His furred pointy ears flicked side to side. Heat radiated from his body. Sweltering warmth that dug under my skin, making the chilled room warm.

I moved an inch to the side but his thick arm curved tight around me, dragging me closer. I gasped at the suddenness. My side was flush to his, his arm securing me close. Guarding me like a dog with a bone. The movement dragged my dress higher until the ground abrasively rubbed against my bare skin.

He nestled me against his wide chest, his arm curved across my stomach and breasts in a diagonal. The double-jointed section at the wrist area curved under my side boob. His hand—paw, or whatever it was called, felt odd. They looked like overgrown human fingers but much longer than normal, and a thin layer of rough flesh coated only the fingertips while silky fur covered the rest. Claws tipped the top of them, slightly curling at the ends. One of them currently dug into the soft side of my boob. With one twitch he’d pierce my skin.

He was frighteningly large, from top to bottom and everywhere in between.

I wet my lip. What to do? His fur felt amazingly silky and long against my bare skin . . . I wiggled under his arm again and my movement caused his dimmed glow to catch on something glistening in his fur. A gash across his wrist. Part of his skin was flayed off.

His fur was smoothed in patches across his body and upon further inspection, I could make out the ridges of unhealed flesh crusted with a dried, dark substance. One started at the side of his neck and disappeared under his body. I squinted with the minimal lighting, trying to get a better look, but the position of his body didn’t allow it.

A slice across his snout leaked very faintly. I hadn’t noticed it was blood until now because his dark fur camouflaged it. The circular injury looked like a muzzle had been clipped onto his face, begun to grow into his skin and then been ripped off.

My goodness, what had been done to this creature?

Despite myself, sympathy crawled into my heart. All of these injuries at this level were cruel. I wiggled a little higher and stopped. When he didn’t move, I kept moving higher until I managed to sit on my butt, and his arm squeezed around my thigh. Even though fur covered his arm, I could see the dip of the muscle in his arm. The thick cording twitched against my legs, making me seem tiny next to his size.

I reached for the bucket I’d left on the ground and inched it over with little dragging tugs until I had it next to me. Water sloshed over the lip and seeped through the wood slats.

Reaching inside the tepid water, I grabbed the remaining drenched cloth and wrung it out. Bringing the damp towel over, I swiped it across his muzzle, cleaning off the crusted injury as best as I could.

He twitched and a disturbed half-huff, half-growl rumbled in his throat. He still didn’t wake, so I set to work, making my way toward his eye where he had similar cuts and to his ear which looked like it had almost been snipped vertically.

I was concentrating entirely on swiping the now-stained rag against the base of his antlers where there were deep gouges when the arm around me stiffened.

From one breath to the next a snarl, so violent and spine tingling, exploded from his chest. He jerked his claws back so fast that they sliced into my leg again. Stabbing agony ripped through my thigh, taking my breath away. When I could suck breath into my lungs, I whimpered.

“Do not touch me unless I order it of you.”

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