Page 26 of Lycan

I climbed up on top of him, straddling his waist. As I scooted upward, I felt the hard bulge in his slit. Inching higher, I braced my palms against his chest, and leaned forward until I could press my lips to the side of his long muzzle.

He chuffed.

Something hard poked into my back. A rumble vibrated against my hands. I hadn’t felt him harden and emerge.

“I’m going to ride you, Fenrir.” His glowing eyes flared brightly, illuminating my bedroom and casting the bright light against my breasts. Using my thigh muscles, I lifted up to scoot back until his thick cock pulsed in front of me.

Taking hold of his wide girth, I poised him at my entrance. He shuddered at my touch.

The wet pink cock twitched. I lifted higher and the hem of my blood splattered slip dress pooled at my waist with how wide I had to open my legs. Holding him still, I inched down on his tip.

I wiggled my hips, working my core down until I enveloped the mushroomed tip of his cock. So big. I hissed, my clit throbbing. I was so needy my channel pulsed around the tip of his cock. I rocked my hips back and forth, taking another inch of the bulge. It was my turn to shudder.

A peek up at Fenrir showed him watching me steadily, his chest rising and falling harshly.

“You are . . . delicious.”

Fire licked up my spine. His hips twitched, driving him into me a bit more. I whimpered, my eyes lowering halfway. He felt so good.

“Take more of me,” he growled. My body responded, relaxing to glide down even more. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel him deep in my throat. There was still much more of him I hadn’t fit inside me, but this angle made everything feel intensified. I panted, wiggling.

I widened my thighs and relaxed with a breath. That did away with the resistance, and I settled fully on him, my sex rubbing against his fur. His knot pulsed and expanded. My head fell back on a moan.

Fenrir bucked his hips up, thrusting into me and jolting me on top of him with ease. Forcing me to ride him. The steady thrusts verged on desperate. Moans spilled from my lips. I ground down with twists of my hips, feeling every inch of him take me.

My channel clasped his cock and in a sudden explosion, I orgasmed. It came upon me in such a rush that I screamed. He thrust up and forced me to take the base of his swelled cock. His fur rubbed against my sensitive clit and I whimpered.

A whine left his muzzle and my channel gripped him tighter, another orgasm chasing the last.

I forced my eyes open. I wanted to see him lose control. His teeth were on display, a snarl marring the monster’s features. He stiffened, hips lifting me high, forcing the knot deep. I fell forward, curling my fingers into his fur. His sex throbbed inside me. Each jolt of release caused me to spasm on top of him. He jostled me on him as he thrashed beneath me.

Fenrir filled me up—claimed me. But now, Iwantedto be his. To remain safe in his violent arms.

Panting, both his and mine, filled my bedroom. I slumped forward, settling on his chest, deliciously stuck us together. Inuzzled his wide chest. My forehead rested on the part that would be his sternum on a male human, but considering he was much much larger, and a monster, I didn’t even know if he had a similar bone structure. Not that it mattered, I was all in with him.

I petted his fur, running my hands through the thick strands. We lay on my bed and my mind wandered as I relaxed into him. He’d come back for me. He’d saved me from Jason forcing himself on me. I rubbed my cheek against his silky fur.

If he hadn’t come for me . . . I licked my lips. Not something to haunt my thoughts since it hadn’t happened.

He suddenly stiffened.

“I have hurt you.” What was he talking about? Fenrir took hold of my hips and pulled me off his knot. I yelped from the sudden give of my sex. The pop of release washed liquid down my thighs. He put me on my back.

He sniffed in again. In a smooth glide he inched downward and gripped my thighs to keep me in place. His wet nose pressed into my pussy. I jumped from the shock.

“Blood.”

I hoisted myself onto my palms to peek between my legs. Mingled with his cum were hints of blood.

I didn’t feel hurt, but . . . I mentally counted days and realized I was menstruating. He was talking about my period blood. Heat flushed across my cheeks.

“It’s normal.” I laughed nervously, flushing.

“Normal?” He growled, alarmed.

“When I’m not pregnant?—”

“Breeding?” His eyes flared bright and he exhaled hard.

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