Lycan (Monsterverse)

14. Mia

FOURTEEN

MIA

Right before his lips fully settled on mine, I turned my head to the side, letting out another shrill scream as loudly as I could.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, choked, tears blinding me. I couldn’t act. And even if I could act like I enjoyed his touch, vomiting all over him would have given me away.

This wasn’t Jason. The one who’d taught me how to set traps, how to live. The one who’d raised me. Sure, sometimes he seemed annoyed with Pam, but-but?—

His fingers dug into my arm. His nostrils flared, gaze thinning. He yanked me after him with ease even though I fought him. My slipper fell off in the scuffle.

I let myself go limp and managed to get out of his hold. I lunged for the pan on the stove, simultaneously swinging.

He caught my wrist, stopping the iron before it thwacked him across the temple.

We struggled with the pan and I used every ounce of strength I owned to yank, but it was no use. Rage contorted his features, and he hit my wrist so hard that the pan thudded on the linoleum. His palm slammed into my chest, right between my breasts. My spine hit the dinner table. I yelped. He came at me in the same breath, grabbing my wrists and stretching them over my head. My spine bowed as his weight fell over me, my feet barely touching the ground.

“Stop, please, Jason. Stop,” I sobbed. He stiffened over me, breathing hard. Everything stilled. His hips remained nestled between my forcefully spread legs.

I shivered, bile encroaching.

His touch made my skin crawl, and I wanted to sink into myself. I felt dirty and gross.

If Fenrir hadn’t left . . .

Tears pricked my eyes. The monster wasn’t so bad, he’d been gentle recently and every time he’d hurt me had been unintentional.

“You need to learn a lesson, Mia.”

I understood where this headed now that I’d been with Fenrir, and it made me physically sick.

I’d rather die than be forced by him. He yanked my arm to the side so he could hold both my wrists with one hand. The one he’d unoccupied slipped downward. His fingertips grazed my nipple.

“Please, Jason.” I whispered. “No.” But he didn’t stop.

He gripped my breast, and fortunately the dress served as a barrier.

“Such a beauty.” He squeezed much too hard. Tears spilled from the corner of my eyes. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to lay you on this table?”

He was sick. Finally, he let go of my breast, and reached down to yank at the zipper of his jeans.

“If you want to behave like a whore. I’ll treat you like one.”

I screamed, bucking, but he flushed his hips against my sex to pin me down. The hard bulge was nothing like Fenrir’s.

Tears silently flowed down my face as he used his hand to free himself.

I screamed again. This was it?—

The door ruptured open and a snarling monster burst through. My monster.

“Fenrir,” I cried. Everything after that happened much too fast. My monster moved with frightening speed, so much so that Jason hadn’t had time to let go of my wrists before antlers were speared into his body, poking out from different parts. Blood gushed and splashed across the room, catching me as it sprayed. He wheezed and then stilled, going limp above me. The only sound was Fenrir’s heavy breathing. Jason hung off the antlers. They protruded from his gut, chest, arm, and out of his eye socket. The plink of blood dripping onto the linoleum echoed to my ears. I lay frozen, with blood sliding down my cheek.

Fenrir backed his oversized body up, taking my adoptive father along for the ride as I slid limply off the edge of the table onto the floor. I shouldn’t even call him that anymore. He never cared for me like he should have cared for a child. Not if he had been able to do what he’d done to me . . . what he planned to do to me. I followed Fenrir’s movements with my eyes.

He lowered his head and lifted his claws. He was about to swipe him from where he was impaled.

“Wait!” He froze. “Can you do that outside?” I struggled to push words out of my throat. There was already enough blood I would have to clean.

He only grunted and his long fluffy tail swished as he left through the broken front door.

He’d snapped the wood straight in half. Hopefully I could fix it, because if there was no door, then it would get too cold in here and . . . I squeezed my lips into a line and shut my eyes.

I curled on my side. Something to take care of another day. Pam’s still form flashed behind my eyelids. Everything had changed from one day to the next. My family was dead . . . I was alone. Utterly alone.

A wet touch on my cheek urged my eyes open.

Fenrir pressed his nose into my forehead and then a long tongue flicked across my cheek. I crawled to my knees and threw my arms around his wide, large neck, clinging to him. I fisted tufts of his fur, holding on like I could disappear into him.

His arms hesitantly snaked around my waist, flattening me to his chest. Hard enough for me to feel secure, but not fearful that he would pop me like a balloon.

His nostrils flared.

“Your scent . . .” he said gutturally. “You don’t need to fear any longer.”

He exhaled so hard it blew my hair backwards. I clutched onto him tighter, and a rumbling purr vibrated his torso. Soothing me. I no longer feared Fenrir. A human’s face, one I trusted with everything inside me, had been the true monster. At least Fenrir seemed to want to care for me. His version consisted of a lot of licking, but I couldn’t complain too much considering what I’d faced with Jason.

I started to slide downward, and I tightened my grip in his fur, clawing my way back up with my heels digging into his sides. His claws pricked my spine, tightening me to him—squeezing me to him. I rested my cheek against his fur.

Sharp teeth grazed against my shoulder. The rasp of them didn’t break skin. Goose bumps exploded down my arms. His pine scent flared my need more. I needed to be touched and held. To erase Jason’s touch.

“I need you,” I said, muffled against his fur. His purring stuttered, grip tightening painfully. “Fenrir?”

He’d become immobile.

Vulnerability coated my words, but I wasn’t sure he would be able to distinguish the emotion. By his stiff reaction, I doubted it. I ran my palm against his side, rubbing my fingernails into his fur. He jolted as if electrified back to life.

“I will do as you say,” he said gruffly.

Those were words he had not uttered. Until now, it’d been whatever he wanted and that was that. A fresh wave of emotion swelled in my chest. A mix of exhilaration, relief, and something that felt an awful lot like affection.

“Get me away from here,” I mumbled, poking a finger in the direction of the stairs. I kept hold as he followed my guidance. The stairs groaned in complaint under our weight, but they held, sturdy and strong. The hall was wide, but still his large body rubbed against both sides, and he had to lean forward to avoid his antlers scratching up the ceiling.

“That’s my room.” I craned my neck. He bowed low enough that I would have been dangling from his neck if he didn’t hold my lower body against him. I wiggled until he set me down.

He settled on all fours, slowly inching his way around the room, sniffing. He rumbled with pleasure. “Your scent coats your den.”

He peered at my drawers, lifting an elongated hand and poking it with a long sharp talon. A rasp of his nail later and then there was a long line in the wood.

“You have to be gentle.” I pursed my lips and hurried to his side to grab his arm. Fenrir kept turning his head side to side as he scanned every inch of the room. Even if I couldn’t read expressions on his face, his confusion was clear. I bunched his fur. He turned his large head toward me. I tugged him until he began following me to the bed.

“Lay down,” I murmured. Fenrir stiffened.

“I will not be bound,” a crisp anger filled his tone. And the slightest panic. I took a step back. The people he’d been hell bent on killing had irreparably hurt him. Based off his reaction, something I’d said reminded him of it.

“I will never, ever bind you, Fenrir,” I whispered. “Or hurt you.”

The stiffness melted away from his body as he watched me and he finally lowered.

He was able to lay flat on his back. Although my bed was big, his legs still dangled from the edge. My lips twitched.

“I’m going to get on you. Is that okay?” I inched forward, hesitating.

He only grunted.

I climbed up on top of him, straddling his waist. As I scooted upward, I felt the hard bulge in his slit. Inching higher, I braced my palms against his chest, and leaned forward until I could press my lips to the side of his long muzzle.

He chuffed.

Something hard poked into my back. A rumble vibrated against my hands. I hadn’t felt him harden and emerge.

“I’m going to ride you, Fenrir.” His glowing eyes flared brightly, illuminating my bedroom and casting the bright light against my breasts. Using my thigh muscles, I lifted up to scoot back until his thick cock pulsed in front of me.

Taking hold of his wide girth, I poised him at my entrance. He shuddered at my touch.

The wet pink cock twitched. I lifted higher and the hem of my blood splattered slip dress pooled at my waist with how wide I had to open my legs. Holding him still, I inched down on his tip.

I wiggled my hips, working my core down until I enveloped the mushroomed tip of his cock. So big. I hissed, my clit throbbing. I was so needy my channel pulsed around the tip of his cock. I rocked my hips back and forth, taking another inch of the bulge. It was my turn to shudder.

A peek up at Fenrir showed him watching me steadily, his chest rising and falling harshly.

“You are . . . delicious.”

Fire licked up my spine. His hips twitched, driving him into me a bit more. I whimpered, my eyes lowering halfway. He felt so good.

“Take more of me,” he growled. My body responded, relaxing to glide down even more. I couldn’t breathe. I could feel him deep in my throat. There was still much more of him I hadn’t fit inside me, but this angle made everything feel intensified. I panted, wiggling.

I widened my thighs and relaxed with a breath. That did away with the resistance, and I settled fully on him, my sex rubbing against his fur. His knot pulsed and expanded. My head fell back on a moan.

Fenrir bucked his hips up, thrusting into me and jolting me on top of him with ease. Forcing me to ride him. The steady thrusts verged on desperate. Moans spilled from my lips. I ground down with twists of my hips, feeling every inch of him take me.

My channel clasped his cock and in a sudden explosion, I orgasmed. It came upon me in such a rush that I screamed. He thrust up and forced me to take the base of his swelled cock. His fur rubbed against my sensitive clit and I whimpered.

A whine left his muzzle and my channel gripped him tighter, another orgasm chasing the last.

I forced my eyes open. I wanted to see him lose control. His teeth were on display, a snarl marring the monster’s features. He stiffened, hips lifting me high, forcing the knot deep. I fell forward, curling my fingers into his fur. His sex throbbed inside me. Each jolt of release caused me to spasm on top of him. He jostled me on him as he thrashed beneath me.

Fenrir filled me up—claimed me. But now, I wanted to be his. To remain safe in his violent arms.

Panting, both his and mine, filled my bedroom. I slumped forward, settling on his chest, deliciously stuck us together. I nuzzled his wide chest. My forehead rested on the part that would be his sternum on a male human, but considering he was much much larger, and a monster, I didn’t even know if he had a similar bone structure. Not that it mattered, I was all in with him.

I petted his fur, running my hands through the thick strands. We lay on my bed and my mind wandered as I relaxed into him. He’d come back for me. He’d saved me from Jason forcing himself on me. I rubbed my cheek against his silky fur.

If he hadn’t come for me . . . I licked my lips. Not something to haunt my thoughts since it hadn’t happened.

He suddenly stiffened.

“I have hurt you.” What was he talking about? Fenrir took hold of my hips and pulled me off his knot. I yelped from the sudden give of my sex. The pop of release washed liquid down my thighs. He put me on my back.

He sniffed in again. In a smooth glide he inched downward and gripped my thighs to keep me in place. His wet nose pressed into my pussy. I jumped from the shock.

“Blood.”

I hoisted myself onto my palms to peek between my legs. Mingled with his cum were hints of blood.

I didn’t feel hurt, but . . . I mentally counted days and realized I was menstruating. He was talking about my period blood. Heat flushed across my cheeks.

“It’s normal.” I laughed nervously, flushing.

“Normal?” He growled, alarmed.

“When I’m not pregnant?—”

“Breeding?” His eyes flared bright and he exhaled hard.

“Y-yeah, breeding. Like after—” I started again, hesitantly. Stopping when he snarled.

“I will fill you with my seed. I will breed you and you will no longer bleed.” He announced firmly, like it was a done deal.

I floundered for words, slowly backing up. I’d already inched to the edge of the bed. I looked at the door, then at him. He seemed wild . . . animalistic. I wasn’t exactly scared of him, but breeding me? No thanks.

I licked my lips.

“Um, I’m going to go get some water.”

“Do. Not. Move,” he snarled. He bared sharp, sharp teeth. “I command it.”

His eyes flared so brightly it blinded me, but in the same breath, the color leaked out and they became devoid of any glow.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

I threw my body off the bed, using every bit of momentum I could to get to the door.