Lycan (Monsterverse)

8. Mia

EIGHT

MIA

Everything happened within the span of a blink of an eye.

I shoved off the stone, dashing toward him on instinct. I waved my hands, trying to articulate that he was being stalked by a pack of mountain lions. All our noise must have attracted them to us.

When I was alone, I took extra care to keep silent and they had never found me. I’d always been cautious because they hunted in groups, running their prey to the ground with ease. Pam said their method of hunting didn’t used to be in groups. Another thing the Rift changed.

He caught me with one large claw, wrapping it around my throat and shoulder. The tip of his talon pinched my collarbone. His glowing eyes flared even brighter and his muzzle lifted to show teeth. I could only gawk up at him, frozen with fear.

“You dare attack me?” he bellowed, a rough, deadly snarl accompanying his words.

“No,” I croaked, shaking my head hard. “Behind?—”

One of the animals lunged at his back, sinking its teeth into his shoulder and holding on with a spine-tingling snarl.

He shoved me aside, sending me to the ground with a sharp burst of agony. My knee slammed into the hard pebbles, followed by my side. Stabs of pain shot up my hip and wrenched a gasp from my throat.

The mountain lion’s yowl was muffled as it shook his head to bury its teeth deeper into Fenrir’s shoulder.

Fenrir released a loud huff . . . as if exasperated. Calmly, too calmly, he reached back, gripped the scruff of the mountain lion’s neck and yanked it off. Skin and fur tore, but he didn’t even wince. The feline’s mouth dripped onyx blood across the ground as Fenrir swung it in front of him.

It was like a fly to a human. He held the animal’s feet off the ground, intelligent eyes studying the thrashing creature struggling for freedom.

In a smooth motion, he tore the lion in half. Blood spattered across my face. Guts and more unrecognizable innards dangled from both halves of the lion.

I screamed, dragging myself backward with my heels. Bile rose in my throat and the only reason it hadn’t exited was because I couldn’t stop screaming. He dropped onto all fours, his face splattered with bright red lion blood.

“Silence.” He snarled at me. I choked on my next inhale and clamped my lips shut.

The other lion lunged, and he caught it midair, his large oddly jointed hand around its throat. The big cat sank its claws into his arm, clinging with desperation, but a crunch later and it went limp. He let it go and it dropped to the ground with a thump. The monster prowled toward his prey, blood-splattered nose audibly sniffing.

Fenrir sank his teeth into the animal he’d torn in half, eating with large bites. Bones snapped and the nauseating sounds of eating ensued. I averted my eyes.

Better the lion than me?

I breathed in and out through my nose, trying to ignore the bile clenching my stomach. Those mountain lions were nothing to him, to the point that it was sad.

I shakily stood and limped to the lake. Crouching over the edge, I splashed water on my face. He’d swatted me away so easily that it shocked me that he hadn’t shattered any of my bones.

I gingerly settled on the hard ground with my legs crossed. I leaned forward, staring at the murky water. The last remnants of the sunset reflected off the surface. I’d never stayed out here this late, it looked almost magical. Slipping my hand into the shallow end, I swished it around in the cold water. When the sun was highest in the sky was the best time to get in because it wasn’t this cold. My fingers quickly became numb and a shiver worked down my spine. My body woke up from the shock of watching Fenrir rip the lions apart. I closed my eyes and sat, breathing in deep breaths.

The bone crunching lasted a while. It was clear now more than ever that he’d been gentle with me so far. He’d obliterated those mountain lions as easily as breathing.

What had been strong enough to put him in the state I’d found him? I hugged myself. I didn’t want to think about it.

With the disappearance of the sun, the weather incrementally cooled. I tucked my hands into my armpits, staring across the still surface of the water and watching the moon rise in its reflection.

His sounds of feeding tapered off. Dry shrubbery crunched and his stature blocked the moonlight. I slowly looked over my shoulder. If not for his glowing eyes and the matching tufts of fur, he would have blended with the darkness.

“You have not fed.” His words were muffled, then something thumped next to my leg. An intact leg ripped out from the hip. The meaty flesh glinted orange from his glow. My stomach lurched and I clamped my hand over my mouth.

I gawked up at him, horrified. He seemed so serious. I struggled to swallow and cleared my throat.

“Oh, how nice . . .” I swallowed down the nausea. “But no thanks.”

His head tilted.

“Feed,” he repeated, a low, frightening rumble in his order.

“No,” I said with more force. He bared his teeth and dropped to all fours, his large muzzle nearing my face. I huddled into myself. As much as he would order, I refused to eat the raw flesh. I pressed my lips into a thin line.

A disgruntled noise rumbled in his throat.

“Suit yourself.” He easily broke the limb apart. I looked away before I got the gory sight of him devouring it.

As soon as the crunching ceased, I peeked up at him licking his chops.

“You have, um, lion blood all over you.” A ridiculous sentence I never thought I’d say.

He grunted, gaze fastened on me with intimidating focus. To the point that I averted my eyes.

“And you do not like this?”

“N-not really.” I tripped over my words.

He studied me with his eerie eyes some more. Long enough that I began to get antsy. He suddenly turned toward the water, striding forward and across the shallow end, his stomping sending water splashing at me. I flinched from the freezing liquid splattering across my bared skin. A low hiss accompanied steam with each inch the water touched his body. He waded in until he submerged himself fully.

I climbed to my feet. It was so cold, and this dress was doing nothing to protect me against the elements. Probably wasn’t helping myself by being near the water. I backed up, rubbing my arms.

The spot where the lions attacked him was coated with blood, and he’d literally left nothing else. Hopefully that would hold him over so he didn’t feed on my family. Water rippled as every part of him except his antlers went under.

“Are you ready to go back to the shack?” I called, shuffling from foot to foot. Would he hear me under there? He emerged, and I took some more steps back, wanting to be out of range when he shook his body.

“No.” He approached on all fours, prowling toward me. Steam came off him like crazy.

“Can I go—” He pulled me toward him with a sweep of his arm. My legs dangled as he held me up and walked under the awning of a tree. He adjusted me against him as he settled on his side. I gasped and his arm tightened around my back, pressing my face to the damp fur on his torso. Honestly, I would have expected him to be much wetter than this.

“Why are we staying out here?”

“I want to.” He grunted.

Even damp, his body felt so much like a furnace that I was sure he’d be dry soon.

“What if something attacks while we sleep?”

“Nothing can harm me.” It wasn’t a boast, it was a statement of fact. The surety made the hair lift on my arms. Fenrir was a true predator, and he held me in his claws, claiming that I belonged to him.

I struggled to stay awake, but his furnace-like body lulled me into giving in to exhaustion. I was so tired and he was a nice warm, toasty furnace. I cuddled in closer.

“If nothing can harm you, why were you so hurt when I found you?”

He stiffened, but my silence seemed to calm him. A low growl vibrated against my cheek.

“Humans took me as a youngling.” The disgust coating his tone when he said humans almost hurt my feelings, but if they’d taken him like he said, I couldn’t fault him. “They will regret capturing me.”

The ominous statement sent a chill up my spine.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to fall asleep with how on edge I felt, but it was awfully comfortable against him . . .

Such sweet, delicious bliss awoke me. Lust licked up my spine, setting me aflame. Everything in my core clenched for something to hold onto.

The hardness pushing against my butt flared my desire more. I ground back, needing more pressure to get rid of this agony gnawing at my senses. A solid arm crossed my chest in a diagonal, and I hugged it to my chest, sinking my fingers into the silky fur. Awareness crept to the forefront, but my body felt too good. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, riding the wave of lust.

Since my body felt weightless, I hugged Fenrir’s arm like he could anchor me. A low whine vibrated in my ear and his gyration shoved his large cock against my back. Damp material clung to my spine and backside.

I didn’t care because this felt so damn good. I moaned, grinding against the bulge. My clit pulsed, desperately needing relief. Sliding my hand downward, I delved under my dress, shoving my fingers against the throbbing pulse of my sex.

I gasped, jerking from the touch of my fingers. Fenrir’s claws flexed and one of his sharp talons pierced the front of my dress. Fenrir’s arm stiffened and then clenched me tighter to him. His cock twitched against my spine and the damp sensation intensified.

Suddenly, he flattened me onto my back and leaned over me, his muzzle hovering over my face. I panted, staring into his glowing eyes.

The heavy weight of his cock settled on my stomach and twitched. One of my hands was still between my legs so his wet shaft pressed against the length of my forearm. I ground my palm against my sex. Electricity spiraled through my limbs, wrenching a cry free.

His glowing eyes flared bright, then he tore my dress straight down the middle. Even the yank of my dress enflamed my desire. His eyes fell over my breasts and the glow flared. I looked down to see my brown nipples puckered.

His head cocked. I breathed so hard my chest moved up and down in a disjointed movement. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered, and his tongue lashed across the tip.

My spine arched off the grass.

“That feels so good,” I half whimpered. His eyes flashed brilliantly, even the strands of fur intertwined with his dark fur. Then he repeated the lick. His cock twitched against my bare belly, spilling a little bit of glowing cum across my skin.

He nibbled the tip of my breast and I moaned. My weak arms slid to my sides. It took everything in me not to grab onto his antlers.

“Yes,” I breathed. “More. Please. Yes.”

“I will claim you.” He jerked my hips up and toward him. He was about to turn me onto my knees.

“Wait,” I cried out, bunching the fur at his chest.

He snarled and his eyes drained of all light, leaving nothing more than a shadowed figure looming above me. I froze and struggled to breathe.

“Fenrir?” I whispered.

“Mine.” His claws spanned my hip and he forced me down. The wet tip pressed against my core, even just the tip felt too wide to enter.

“W-wai—.” He plunged forward. I screamed, my head falling back. Tears flooded my eyes, trickling from the corners.

A pleased grumble vibrated his chest.

“More. Take more.” He snarled, thumping his claws into the compact ground next to my head. Agony flared at my sex. Burning agony. I whimpered from the pain, shifting to try to relieve some of the pressure.

“You have to wait.” I panted, tears welling.

The orange glow returned to his eyes and he cocked his head, slightly drawing his head back.

“Why do you leak again?”

He leaned down and his warm tongue swiped across my cheeks and temples in an oddly soothing motion. While he cleaned my face, I worked to relax my tensed legs. He was so big, how was he even halfway inside me?

My pussy fluttered around his cock, and I exhaled slowly. His tongue slid across my collarbone. Oh, that felt really good. My shoulders relaxed from their position near my ears. He licked me again, coaxing a moan from my throat. Heat built in my core and my channel throbbed around him. That felt really good too. I gasped as lust speared through my gut. Desperation to move gripped my hips, so I did.

He groaned and the unrestrained, wild noise caused a throb through my core. He made me so wet. He curved his body, keeping himself sheathed inside me, and with a bow of his head, his tongue flicked down to graze my nipples again.

I moved my hips in a circle again, wanting more of him. His cock stretched me until the top of his shaft pressed against my clit. Fenrir grunted and thrust forward again. This time, there was no resistance and although there was a pinch, his cock and my sex were so wet that it made the glide seamless.

His tip nudged so deep it stole my breath, but he continued to push the rounded curve at the base of his cock inside me until he was fully seated inside me.

“I will rut you,” he bared his teeth. Withdrawing his cock came with a sinful, wet sound. I could feel moisture leaking out of me with how turned on I was.

He slammed back in without allowing me a breath, I gasped.

“Yes, whimper for me, human.” The dip of the thickness at his base popped out wetly. A whine crawled free. I did what he ordered, because I couldn’t help it.

He slammed inside me again and again, taking, claiming, devouring and I rode an unfamiliar pleasure blooming between my legs. He’d made me orgasm before, but this felt like it came from a different place. More intense, more visceral. My fingers clawed into the grass and foliage, crumbling dried leaves. I felt tighter than a bowstring.

His next rut tossed me into oblivion. My hearing faded until I could only hear my violent heartbeat madly pumping in my ears. Whines spilled from my lips, mingling with pleas.

“Fenrir,” I whimpered.

A vibrating purr echoing from his chest raised the sensitivity in my body.

I dug my heels into the ground, thrusting up to meet his demanding pumps. The orgasm washed through my limbs with a crash, but I wanted more. My pussy throbbed around him, clutching him tight. I gripped tufts of fur on his chest, yanking and tugging. The vibration in his chest ratcheted up another notch.

His cock slammed into me hard, and he ground into me without pulling out. His fur pressed against my inner thighs. So so soft. I whimpered, grinding down on him. I didn’t think it could feel any better, but then the thickness at the base of his cock swelled.

I stopped breathing.

His animalistic snarl reached through my pleasure. It swelled and swelled . . .

Warm cum jutted inside me. He roared, tossing his head back so he was framed by the moon. Such a majestic sight. I followed him over with moans and whimpers, gyrating on his thick, wet shaft.

My toes curled. My limbs trembled . . . everything in my body flared to life and I could feel every inch of him inside me.

I’d thought it was impossible for him to fit, but he was firmly planted inside me. The mind-bending throbs subsided with each panting breath. Until I lay under him, an absolute puddle of pleasure.

Grass rustled under my shoulders. My hips remained at an incline; his palms lifted from the ground to cup my hips. The slight prick of his claws caused me to tighten around him. A guttural groan escaped his maw. Breaths huffed from my lips in quick bursts. My goodness, that felt unreal, yet, so unbelievably impossible I couldn’t have conjured it in any fantasy.

Finally, my breathing leveled out so I wasn’t a panting mess, but the pressure at my sex remained intense. I relaxed in his grip, expecting for his cock to slide out of me, but nothing happened.

Oh-my—I was stuck!?

“Fenrir, why can’t I move?” My voice shook.

“I have knotted you.” His chest puffed out. Was he proud about this? Knotted? What did that even mean?

His head lowered and he sniffed my temple, releasing another round of rumbling purrs. In response, my core fluttered around him.

I squeaked at the overload of sensitivity. Now that the wave of immediate release had abated, reality settled in. The ground was hard and uncomfortable. And only where his fur touched me was I warm. A shiver crawled up my spine.

Fenrir reached under me and in a smooth motion, he turned until I settled on top of him, still secured on his cock.

My legs fell wide against his waist and my clit pressed against his fur.

I gawked down at my stomach, there was a roundedness to my belly bulging out. His cock seemed to have rearranged my insides to fit.

“How am I not dead?”

“My release,” he grunted, claws flexing into my thighs.

“Um, what?”

“Rest on me,” he grunted, palming the back of my head to force me down. The bend forward pulsed his cock and knot inside me, eliciting pleasurable tingles.

I ground down, whimpering.

So, his glowing cum had side effects . . . I had no thoughts or words.