Page 42 of Lycan

His tongue flicked out to collect some tears that fell from my chin. The loud silence forced me to peek through my eyelashes.

Fenrir watched me steadily.

“No harm will ever come to you.”

I was so confused.

“Y-you didn’t bring the female lycan with you?” My voice tilted higher toward the ending syllable.

His head jerked back.

“No. I gutted her.” The tufts over his eyes twitched down, causing his eyelids to lower over his glowing eyes.

“You did?” I couldn’t contain my shock. “I-I thought you would mate her?—”

“You wanted me to mate with her?” He roared and his head drew back further, his large fangs showing a bit too much.

“I didn’twantthat. I thought you would prefer someone of your species?—”

“Species,” he snarled. “You want a male of your species?”

“What?” I gasped. “I don’twantanything!”

The bed creaked under his weight, causing me to jostle side to side as the mattress shuddered. I flattened on my back as he leaned over me. His sharp fangs hovered much too close. The glow from his eyes flared and the tip of his antlers scraped across the headboard. I winced at the marks.

“You are mine. No other will touch you.”

It seemed like a threatanda promise.

He said he would protect me, always. His body remained stiff and unyielding. He didn’t soften, as if my questions and assumptions had angered him.

I pressed my palm to his chest gingerly.

He stiffened and snapped his teeth at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said, rushed.

He continued looking at me as if I spoke a foreign language, and I supposed, to him, I was.

“You believed I would leave you?” He huffed and it sounded an awful lot like disgust. “I will kill anything that attempts to take you from me?—”

I tugged at the fur on his chest to hoist myself up to cling to his neck. I exhaled noisily.

“Thank you. Thank you.” I mumbled into his fur. “I don’t want another. Just you.” I closed my eyes tightly. He could have easily left me, a weaker being than him, to turn to the female of his kind, but he hadn’t. He cared for me as much as I cared for him.

The stiffness incrementally faded from his limbs and his weight settled on top of me.

I didn’t want to leave him, and I didn’t care if that made me messed up in the head. I’d never experienced such safety and peace in another’s presence.

“I must taste you.” I sucked in a breath, a flush traveling down my body. Fenrir slowly inched down my body until he hovered over my sex. Licking my lips, I spread my knees.

I couldn’t stop breathing hard. He hovered over my mound, his eyes still on me. He breathed out so hard that the warm breath tickled my skin and rustled my pubic hair. My face warmed.

His desire for me was a tangible thing that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my system. I wanted him more than I knew how to express.

With his antlers within reach, I grabbed hold and forced his mouth between my legs. His wet tongue licked my damp core and I arched my back, shuddering with a loud moan. The smooth glide of his tongue delved into every crevice. It felt raw and sensitive, but his careful laps soothed the ache away.

“More, Fenrir,” I begged.

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