Page 8 of Lycan

I knew well—if she had not taken the little of my release that she did, she would no longer have a limb. If she swallowed more, she would have no injury.

I would not allow her to die. Not yet.

“You will feed from me.”

Her small face turned up toward me.

“F-feed?”

I cupped the back of her neck, my paw wrapping fully around her throat to pull her up easily. She yelped and scrambled to get her weak legs under her.

“I will protect you.” I clicked my teeth in her face. She scrunched her eyes closed.

I had offered her my protection as my pet human, and she did not fall at my feet in gratitude?

Any lycan female would have presented themselves to me already.

With a hard grip, I yanked her closer. She had no ability to escape, she was too weak. Her eyes widened . . . the sour scent of fear threatened to overwhelm me.

I slammed onto all fours, leaning over her face.

“Do not fear me,” I snarled.

She sucked in a breath, flat face tilting up to stare at me. A wash of my glow fell over her, illuminating the dampness beneath her eyes. Leaning down, I swiped my tongue across the liquid to collect the drops.

She jerked and blinked once.

The bitterness of her fear faded, replaced by the smell I enjoyed. Rising to my hind legs, I presented my member to her small muzzle. I curled my claws into the fur on her head, guiding her forward. The plush flesh where she spoke from, her humanmuzzle, parted and spread over the leaking tip. A guttural whine ripped from my chest.

“Do not remove your muzzle,” I ordered.

A small line formed between the fur above her eyes and she pulled away from my member despite my command.

“It’s called my mouth.” The corner of hermouthtwitched down.

“Continue,” I growled, forcing her back onto my tip. She opened up, taking the thick head inside. My cock pulsated. Her warm tongue flicked against my flesh. I bared my teeth.

Her paws lifted, wrapping around my veined, damp thickness. When she rubbed them down to the base of my knot, it drove my hips forward. She stopped and rolled her touch over my knot again.

Hunger wove through my gut. Nothing had ever felt so delicious.

A purr vibrated my chest—then she rubbed down my slickness, sending fire blazing through my gut.

Madness gripped me and my hips bucked, trying to get more of her mouth. Her touch slipped down my member, wrapping around the base. They spread wide from necessity since her paws were much too small. She rubbed it in little movements that caused whimpers to spill from my maw.

I couldn’t contain myself. Sounds spilled from behind gritted teeth, but instead of stopping, my pleasure bolstered her movements. Fire exploded out and manifested in my release.

Curving forward, my body jerked with each liquid jut of release. So much that it spilled from her mouth and trickled off her jaw.

She made another noise I had never heard from a human. She enjoyed my taste? I no longer gripped her head, and still she lapped my leaking tip like it was her last meal. Her small handsbunched my fur next to my cock slit, and the tug caused a wave of pleasure.

She undid me. My knot throbbed. I should have taken her and locked my cock inside her. Another wave of release painted her chest. The last one. Shuddering, I stumbled back, panting, unable to remain steady.

She fell forward onto all fours, the long fur on her head falling into her face. I wanted more—and to be inside her, to force her to take all of me?—

I shook my head, my horning scraping against the wall. Exhaustion weighed my limbs down. Rest first and then I would rut her all I wanted.

I swayed, the pressure in my spine abated and my cock returned to my slit. I dropped to all fours as she remained bent over, watching me with her mouth parted and her shoulders jerking up and down. She panted as if in fear, but she did not run, or smell of fear, only the delicious sweetness emanated from between her legs, seemingly emphasized.

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