6. Fenrir
SIX
FENRIR
I cocked my head, studying the flinching human. A scent emitted from her and burned my nose with each inhale. I sneezed to rid myself of the smell. Bitterness mingled with the sweet scent she carried. Human fear had a distinct scent, but unlike the revelry I felt in smelling other human’s fear, hers burned.
She breathed harshly. Her leg gushed blood. I could easily rip her head off and feast on her flesh. I’d done it plenty of times and this one had done much worse than the ones I’d devoured.
How dare she touch me without my allowing it?
I licked my incisors as I dropped to all fours. Such a small human, I could swallow her in two bites.
I breathed out, and the fur atop her head fluttered around her strange face. Still, she remained unmoving and trembling, her eyes shut until little furrows appeared. The liquid dripping off her face caused my hunger to swell.
I opened my maw, twisting my head to envelop her throat. A small whimper fell from her. I could end her now, and gain strength to find more meals. All I had to do was sink my teeth into her and hear the satisfying pop of her skin giving way. Another of her weak sounds assaulted my ears and I snarled, backing away from her.
“Silence.”
She jolted.
The ones that I had been exposed to did not cause me to hunger this way.
If I devoured her . . . I would no longer have the sweet taste between her legs, or even the one leaking from her face.
I would never find it again once I tore her head off.
A growl vibrated my chest. I succumbed to the urge to run my tongue across her face to take the wet from her eyes. I ignored her gasp.
I cocked my head. Why would I want to lick it off? Clean her like she was my cub . . . no, as if she were my female? I sniffed her.
A visceral need throbbed through my cock. I breathed her in again, burying my muzzle into her neck. An urge to rut her gripped my cock. Heaviness collected down at my slit. My hidden sex throbbed, growing from the apex of my thighs. It emerged from my slit, ready and hard for her. The glistening member expanded until it was painfully hard, throbbing, and leaking at the tip.
She pulled this reaction of my cock only from a thought. I loomed over her, preparing to use her to sate these newfound rutting urges.
She flinched back and her expression scrunched as a sharp yelp slipped free of her small muzzle.
In pain?
She cradled her leg, curling forward. Akin to a wounded creature protecting themselves. I reached for her human paw and pulled it up to see what she hid.
She screamed, but it was easy to ignore. Blood dripped to the floor and puddled under her. The bottom of the ripped cloth she wore had become stained in bright human blood. Too much for her to survive if it continued. The human would not last long with her life blood leaking from her.
I knew well—if she had not taken the little of my release that she did, she would no longer have a limb. If she swallowed more, she would have no injury.
I would not allow her to die. Not yet.
“You will feed from me.”
Her small face turned up toward me.
“F-feed?”
I cupped the back of her neck, my paw wrapping fully around her throat to pull her up easily. She yelped and scrambled to get her weak legs under her.
“I will protect you.” I clicked my teeth in her face. She scrunched her eyes closed.
I had offered her my protection as my pet human, and she did not fall at my feet in gratitude?
Any lycan female would have presented themselves to me already.
With a hard grip, I yanked her closer. She had no ability to escape, she was too weak. Her eyes widened . . . the sour scent of fear threatened to overwhelm me.
I slammed onto all fours, leaning over her face.
“Do not fear me,” I snarled.
She sucked in a breath, flat face tilting up to stare at me. A wash of my glow fell over her, illuminating the dampness beneath her eyes. Leaning down, I swiped my tongue across the liquid to collect the drops.
She jerked and blinked once.
The bitterness of her fear faded, replaced by the smell I enjoyed. Rising to my hind legs, I presented my member to her small muzzle. I curled my claws into the fur on her head, guiding her forward. The plush flesh where she spoke from, her human muzzle, parted and spread over the leaking tip. A guttural whine ripped from my chest.
“Do not remove your muzzle,” I ordered.
A small line formed between the fur above her eyes and she pulled away from my member despite my command.
“It’s called my mouth.” The corner of her mouth twitched down.
“Continue,” I growled, forcing her back onto my tip. She opened up, taking the thick head inside. My cock pulsated. Her warm tongue flicked against my flesh. I bared my teeth.
Her paws lifted, wrapping around my veined, damp thickness. When she rubbed them down to the base of my knot, it drove my hips forward. She stopped and rolled her touch over my knot again.
Hunger wove through my gut. Nothing had ever felt so delicious.
A purr vibrated my chest—then she rubbed down my slickness, sending fire blazing through my gut.
Madness gripped me and my hips bucked, trying to get more of her mouth. Her touch slipped down my member, wrapping around the base. They spread wide from necessity since her paws were much too small. She rubbed it in little movements that caused whimpers to spill from my maw.
I couldn’t contain myself. Sounds spilled from behind gritted teeth, but instead of stopping, my pleasure bolstered her movements. Fire exploded out and manifested in my release.
Curving forward, my body jerked with each liquid jut of release. So much that it spilled from her mouth and trickled off her jaw.
She made another noise I had never heard from a human. She enjoyed my taste? I no longer gripped her head, and still she lapped my leaking tip like it was her last meal. Her small hands bunched my fur next to my cock slit, and the tug caused a wave of pleasure.
She undid me. My knot throbbed. I should have taken her and locked my cock inside her. Another wave of release painted her chest. The last one. Shuddering, I stumbled back, panting, unable to remain steady.
She fell forward onto all fours, the long fur on her head falling into her face. I wanted more—and to be inside her, to force her to take all of me?—
I shook my head, my horning scraping against the wall. Exhaustion weighed my limbs down. Rest first and then I would rut her all I wanted.
I swayed, the pressure in my spine abated and my cock returned to my slit. I dropped to all fours as she remained bent over, watching me with her mouth parted and her shoulders jerking up and down. She panted as if in fear, but she did not run, or smell of fear, only the delicious sweetness emanated from between her legs, seemingly emphasized.
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 name they had given me. The name I vowed never to forget.