Page 9 of Lycan

The injury on her leg no longer leaked blood. That was what I wanted, to keep her alive until I did not have need of her.

I hooked my paw around her side and dragged her to my torso, enfolding her to me with her spine to my abdomen.

“Do not touch me lest I order it.” She grunted, and I took the sound as assent. I had always been averse to touch, even from before, with my kin. She was a human . . . a nothing. This temptation she posed was born of necessity and madness.

“But you’re touching me.” Her voice was low. I could not decipher her tone, but it caused my claws to flex.

“You cannot leave.” I would touch her as much as I pleased, but she did not have free rein. I pulled her much closer until I had every inch of her plastered to me. If she moved, I would feel it.

Not being constantly ripped to pieces or dissected had already offered me more strength than I had since before my capture. I simply needed rest and I would regain my true self. Once I was well enough, I would hunt and slaughter.

“What—”

“Silence, human,” I growled.

“My name is Mia,” she mumbled.

Mia.

“You may address me as Fenrir.”

The nametheyhad given me. The name I vowed never to forget.

SEVEN

MIA

I wiggled closerto the warmth at my back and rubbed my cheek against the fur I laid upon. I’d never slept so warmly or comfortably . . .

I clawed out of sleep and stiffened. I’d passed out soon after he’d tugged me to his chest with my belly warm and oddly full. Fenrir . . . the wolf-monster.

He had a name.

Somehow, it made my desire feel less wrong, when it really shouldn’t have. This was for Pam and Jason . . . I didn’twantto lick his monstrous, slick, pink cock. I swallowed with difficulty. I also shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I had. Even now, I felt extra sensitive between my legs—achy.

He’d acted like him feeding me his cum was a gift—not meant to be sexual, but the interaction was still charged with tension. And as sick as it was, I wanted more. His taste had tingled on my tongue, oddly delicious for glowing cum. He kind of tasted fruity. Closer to strawberries and oranges.

I ran my palm down his arm, encountering matted fur. I worked my fingers through it as gently as possible. A low hum turned into vibrations against my back. Underneath the thick fur was raised skin. I nestled my fingers through it to see what it wasand saw brown skin under the fur. The flesh was scarred, like barbed wreaths had been twined around his arms and then he’d been dragged by it. The wounds must have been awful for them to have healed this way.

What happened to him?

His oversized muzzle nuzzled into the crook of my neck. His throat settled over my ear, causing the purring to turn into a roar. His pine scent enveloped me, overwhelming most of the bitter copper scent as I breathed. Nestling against him shouldn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I continued combing the spot with my fingers.

Bits of dried blood flaked off, and without it so matted, his fur was just as silky as it was by his legs. The unfamiliar texture was oddly alluring. I scratched his skin. The low rumble turned up multiple notches. How fascinating.

Suddenly, the sounds against my ear shut off and he stiffened. With a jerky movement, he yanked away. My ear, formerly nestled against his comfortable arm, smacked against the floorboard.

I yelped and huddled into a ball, shutting off my sight. Claws poked my shoulder and then his palm flattened against it. He jerked me to roll over toward him.

“Why are you behaving this way?” He extended his claw toward my lips, the sharp tip piercing the lower one. He pinched my dress between his claws and lifted me. The collar of my dress dug into my throat and the frayed hem tickled my thighs. I winced.

“You scared me.” I wheezed the words, dangling from his grip like a rag.

“Fear.” He grunted. “But uninjured.” He seemed to be speaking to himself. He gently lowered me until he was no longer grabbing my clothes. His glowing gaze refocused on myface; the shine so bright I had to drop my attention to his sharp teeth.

His large head bowed down to hover close and his long, warm tongue lashed across both my lips. I gasped, and part of his tongue flicked inside my mouth and then across my scratched lip.

His glow flared again, and he straightened over me.

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