Page 41 of Lycan

Setting my other paw down, my torso curved over where she rested at the edge of the nest, while my hind paws remained on the ground. I panted as the wave of ecstasy receded.

Her small hand slid across her belly, rubbing my need into her flesh. A vibration left my chest. I liked that. As if reacting to my sound, she sighed.

I breathed in her slick. She required release even while slumbering. Strange little human, but I would do whatever she needed. Straightening over her, I studied her small face with my liquid trickling from the corner of her mouth. She was covered in my release.

Dropping to all fours, I moved to the side where her legs hung and her strange, bare, and clawless back paws. I nestled my muzzle between her legs, and they fell apart. The sweet smell of her slick sent shockwaves through my cock. I glided my tongue up the leaking slit, collecting all of her need. I delved my tongue inside her, where my sex fit within. She gasped and her inner walls clamped onto my tongue.

I continued the steady licks, watching her features twist and panting breaths leave her lips. Her breasts moved up and down mesmerizingly. Mia cried out, her sound guttural and needy, making my cock release droplets from the tip. The flesh around my tongue squeezed with rhythmic pulses. Her head thrashed side to side as she reached her pleasure.

I retreated, satisfied, while my human remained slumbering. Her wounds no longer spilled blood. She should be completely healed.

Lifting to my hind paws, I stretched to lean over her face. I wanted in her, to feel her all around me after she was almost taken from me. The fur on the back of my neck stood and I slid my cock into her channel until she enveloped my knot. She took me where I belonged.

She sighed and her fingers sank into the fur of my belly, holding me to her. I cradled her to my chest and lay back so she rested on top of me.

With her sex hugging my cock, I curled my arms around her back, protecting her.

This here, her release—her pleasure,her, I hungered for all of it. Complete vengeance hadn’t been dealt by my claws. That scientist had only been a segment of my retribution, but it did not matter any longer.

Mia sighed, her fingers digging into the fur on my chest to scratch my flesh with her miniature claws. She claimed me as wholly as I claimed her.

She writhed on my cock and her tight sheath clutched me—owning me—making a point. My knot throbbed inside her and my hips bucked.

She would need another rinse under the water once I finished with her.

TWENTY-FIVE

MIA

Tendrils of awarenesscrept over me in fragments. I wiggled my toes. Every inch of my body hurt. The female lycan.

My eyes popped open and I yanked the blanket off to look at my side. I expected to see blood and injuries that female gave me, but there were no open wounds. And other than my body aching, I felt pretty whole. And I was naked. I sniffed my arm.

I smelled like my home-made mint and lavender soap. I lifted my fingertips to my hair. The strands were damp.

I’d been bathed.

And I was still alive.

I’d passed out sometime after she offered to take Fenrir as her mate. He hadn’t attacked her. He almost seemed . . . interested. I stiffened. Had they brought me back for a late snack?

I sat up in the creaky bed. Fenrir suddenly appeared a few feet away, his large body looming. I screamed and yanked my legs to my chest. He’d been laying on the ground beside my bed.

Dying naked seemed especially cruel. I scrunched my eyes shut. Fur touched my leg.

A whimper slipped free.

“What are you doing?”

His question came with such aggression. He’d already changed on me. He no longer needed me. Tears flooded my eyes. A wet nose bopped my forehead. My eyes popped open. Fenrir watched me steadily, his ears flicking.

“Why are you leaking?” He huffed. “Crying, I mean.”

“I’m scared,” I croaked.

His head cocked.

I blinked, a little lost.

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