Page 30 of Lycan and Lark
If Aria were here she would place her soft hands on his face and soothe him until the wolf receded. But she wasn’t here, and every passing moment made his skin less bearable to be in.
He thought of the other time he had nearly lost control with Aria around. She had calmed him significantly but his body still needed a release after denying the wolf its transformation. It was only after he had fucked her senseless that he felt like himself again. He didn’t have her sweet body right now, but his hand could do the trick. Maybe then his wolf would stop surging under his skin. It was worth a try.
Lark collapsed onto the bed, rolling to his back. He took his dick in his hand, slowly rubbing. The pain in his body was distracting and it took immense focus to bring himself to a place of arousal. His skin was still warm and wet from the shower. Gripping his length, he pictured Aria at the foot of his bed. Her hands on his thighs as her lips took him inside. He groaned at the fantasy, and his cock thickened inside his fist. He reached out to Aria, begging her to come home. He needed to feel her body, and he needed her help if he was going to get off. “Help me through this, Princess.”
* * *
Aria jolted awake. Her skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration.Lark.She could almost hear him across the vast distance between them. He called to her in a way that set her blood on fire. She inhaled deeply. The bakery next door to her hotel had been true torture. They showed up every morning before dawn to start baking for the day. The sweet scents of their pastries and cakes permeated the walls of her small room. Today’s scents were distinctly sweet caramel and vanilla. It wasn’t a perfect match, but it was close enough to Lark to make a hand drop to her thighs.
She brushed her fingertips along the needy flesh of her core. She hadn’t been touched by anyone in weeks and her pussy practically wept for release. It wasn’t Lark, but it would have to work. She hardly needed warming up. The sensations as she circled her clit sent pleasure radiating outward, forcing blood to course through her body, obliterating the last traces of sleep. Aria’s body welcomed the intimate touch and wet arousal pooled between her folds.
Her arousal had come on hard and fast. She still heard Lark’s voice in the back of her mind. “Help me through this, Princess.” Could she really sense him from so far away? Her body believed it was him. That much was evident by the damp spot forming on her sheets.
She slid two fingers inside herself, rocking her hips to meet their strokes. Heat continued to rush through her lower body. She thought of Lark as she stared up at the ceiling. What color were his eyes right now? She envisioned a deep amber and vibrant violet gaze staring down at her. Her fingers worked in and out, sliding up to tease her throbbing clit. Suddenly it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She rolled over, driving up onto her hands and knees, and sat back on her feet. She spread her knees wide, allowing her hips to bounce as her fingers returned to her slick entrance and curled inward, imagining it was Lark’s hard cock inside her. She lifted and dropped down on her fingers again and again.
“Lark,” she called out to the empty space. Something made her believe that he could hear her. That possibility sent electricity through her veins as she spread her knees even wider and picked up her pace.
* * *
Lark groaned as his fist moved more firmly along his hard, smooth length. He could practically feel Aria’s tight little pussy riding him. He could see her so perfectly, settled above him. Her cheeks flushed and hair messy. Her wet warmth would squeeze around him as she bounced on his cock. He knew her arousal would be pooling down around him, making a wet mess all over his lower stomach and dripping down to his aching balls. He slowed his pace, thinking of Aria teasing him, dragging it out, knowing she would love to watch him going crazy as her torturously slow rhythm dragged him out to the tip before she let him slide back in to the hilt. His connection to her grew and his fantasies felt more real by the second. He panted as he thought of those full tits bouncing above him. He sat up, still stroking himself, remembering the taste of her tightly budded nipples. He couldn’t stand the slow pace anymore and he flipped over, wanting Aria’s soft, heaving body beneath his.
* * *
Aria cried out. The burning in her hips became unbearable. She flipped to her back with her fingers never leaving her desperate, swollen passage. She thrust her hips up in hard, needy strokes. She would have given anything to see Lark above her. Her fingers wanted to touch each dark tattoo before running her nails down his back. Every muscle in Lark’s body flexed when they fucked. The images had been burned into her memory and she dove into her mind to relive those dirty, sexy moments with him. A warm, deep feeling built up inside her body. She drove into herself harder as the climax bloomed within her. She was getting dangerously close. That uncomfortable feeling was shifting, like an itch finally being scratched. She lifted her feet off the bed and spread her knees wide, baring herself to the ceiling. She felt exposed like this. Footsteps in the hallways triggered a surge of adrenaline in her body and her walls tightened abruptly around her fingers. She screamed out, using her thumb to rub circles around her clit, prolonging and deepening the orgasm that was burning through her. Every part of her felt boneless and she dropped to the bed with a heavy sigh.
* * *
Lark roared on his hands and knees. He fucked his fist while he ground his hips into the bed, feeling the warmth of his hand and the friction of his sheets as his body rolled through the motions of driving into Aria. His desire to fuck her senseless sent a jolt of pleasure spreading down his spine. His balls pulled tight, and with one final thrust into his grip and the bed, he roared out. Cum painted his sheets as a wave of pleasure ripped through his tightly wound body.
He dropped to the bed, rolling away from his spend. His wolf was quieter now, but it still lurked beneath his skin. He needed the real thing. He needed his mate to come back. The time for subtlety and discreet questioning was over.
He was going to get information directly from Gideon, and the Alpha would tell him where Aria was. Tomorrow he was going to rain a new hell down upon the lycans of Mountain’s End. He would do whatever it took to find Aria.
His wolf stalked in anticipation. It was hoping things would go badly, or be bloody at least. Whatever had to happen, tomorrow would be the day he got answers.
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Lark hadn’t slept. His wolf was restless and he spent all night seething. Morning brought sunlight spilling in through the cabin windows. He rolled his achy body out of bed. The toll from the magic he used yesterday still had his body in recovery mode. Lycan healing was incredible under most circumstances, but often when it came to magic he was on his own.
Tired legs dragged him to the bathroom. He splashed water over his face and looked in the mirror. His eyes were always drawn to the scar that ran the length of his face. Unlike the marking on his body, this one couldn’t be hidden with tattoos and clothing. It marked him as something broken and dangerous. He knew how people would react when they saw it. Fear, pity, and morbid curiosity would mingle across their flawless features. Then he would have to listen to their thoughts.How did it happen? That looks awful. Poor thing! There must have been an accident. He would be so handsome if he didn’t have that scar.The few who had seen him averted their gazes as soon as they could, but he didn’t miss them peeking back around, attempting to get one more look at the mysterious monster. It’s just how humans were. But not Aria. She gazed at him as if he were the most handsome man on the planet. She kissed his scars, bringing her flawless flesh to his poorly healed markings. He loved everything about her.
The deep loneliness that had been building for the last few days reached a breaking point. He needed to know what happened to her. He had to find her. He had to.
ChapterFourteen
He hid just outside the complex, waiting for Gideon to emerge. The Alpha never did. According to one of the lycans he questioned, Gideon hadn’t left his mate’s side since she was bitten. Apparently she wasn’t doing well. Lark did feel a pang of sympathy. He knew it was risky to turn a human. The mortality rate was just too high. But Dahlia was a Celestial. If anyone could pull through, it would be her.
Lark used every opportunity to test the wards but they were sealed up tighter than Aria had been before he’d gotten his cock inside of her. The witch who altered them hadn’t been present in days so it was highly unlikely that he would be able to slip in like he had once before.
By the time it was dark Lark was feeling a desperation like never before. His next plan was to take someone hostage. He would demand they lower the wards so that he could get inside and talk to Gideon, or at least check for Aria himself. He waited for a higher value target to appear but it seemed his luck had run out. The evening ticked by. The streets were empty in the late hour. He decided to walk the length of the property, heading around to the back and making sure to stay a safe distance away from the invisible barrier of the wards. As he neared the rear of the complex, voices reached his ears. He slunk into the shadows, cloaking himself in an aura of insignificance as he peered around the wall. A massive group of lycans were celebrating in the green. A sign had been raised that read,Welcome to the pack.Bitterness ate away at his heart. That sign should have been for him. He didn’t know how he would ever get accepted into the pack, especially after what he was about to do.
Two figures walked hand in hand from the edge of the woods. Whoops and hollers resounded through the group. He teleported to another location near the tree line, hoping to get a better look. It was Gideon and Dahlia. So she had survived the transformation after all. She and the Alpha must have been returning from her first run as a wolf. Lark couldn’t remember his first run. There was only an endless black gap in his memory each time the wolf took control.
A low snarl rumbled out of his throat as his wolf fought for power. It pulled his energy away from his spell, and his discreet aura came crashing down. Two pairs of eyes snapped toward him. One was Gideon’s advisor and bodyguard, Leah. Her black eyes looked straight at him in his hiding place. The second pair of eyes belonged to the Alpha himself. Lark relocated in an instant, moving deeper into the woods and donning a new cloak of unimportance to try and blend in.
A deep tingling pulled at the back of his mind. It was something he hadn’t felt in months, but its familiar pull sent a chill of terror racing through him. And then he saw him, the man who had destroyed his happiness and used every waking moment to make his life a living hell.Creedin.
Creedin appeared on the edge of the green. Lark’s magic swirled in alarm. He pulled his focus from his tormentor and felt the presence of numerous other magically inclined beings hiding in the woods. And there was something else there. Something big.
