Lycan (Monsterverse)

16. Mia

SIXTEEN

MIA

His claim repeated in my head. Fenrir had said that to me before, but this time it felt different. What the hell was going on . . . and why did I like it? Unlike when Jason said it, Fenrir’s announcement curled pleasure through my chest.

My stomach continued to somersault.

I finally felt safe—because of him. The swell of memories rushed forward. Jason had attacked me. He’d kissed me and touched me. If Fenrir had not come for me, he would have taken me like . . .

I burst into tears.

The monster I clutched onto stiffened.

“Have I hurt you?” He growled. His voice turned gruff and almost unsure. Something that was clear about him was his difficulty with inflection. Most of the time, there was none, other than anger. His chest rumbled with a sound different from when I pet him. It was one of anxiety.

His tongue lapped across my cheek, taking the tears with it, but they were soon replaced.

“My human.” He rumbled between the licks to my face.

If I wasn’t wrong, it seemed like he was trying to comfort me?

“Don’t leave me like that again.” My next sob came with such force that it wracked my body. His arms wrapped around me like a cocoon. In a smooth glide, he rose and sat on my creaky bed, gathering me on his lap. He easily settled me against his warmth, enveloping me. My temple settled near his sternum and his large arms corralled my sides. Such a large monster . . . I sighed and leaned all my weight against him.

“I will not leave.” He chuffed. He rubbed his palm down the side of my head. The large double joined appendage pretty much wrapped around my whole head. “You are mine.” He repeated his earlier words. The declaration was as much a promise as a threat. But it comforted me. I was alone in this world now. All I had was Pam and Jason and they were both gone.

Fenrir, a monster, had saved me from Jason’s assault, the man that I thought of as my father. Another sob ripped from my throat. Fenrir’s growl shook my body.

“Where are you in pain?” He snarled. I sniffled, trying to get it together. I was freaking the monster out.

“I’m just extra emotional,” I choked out.

“Emotional?”

Sigh. How did I explain so he could understand?

“Sometimes, I have big feelings, and I need to let them out. Don’t get too worked up about it, I’ll be okay.” His tongue flicked out, catching strands of the hair framing my face. He did it again and again. He was cleaning blood and tears off me.

“I can just go shower,” I croaked after a moment. A bit hesitant because it felt good—relaxing.

He ignored me as he liked to do, and his tongue lapped against my temple. He smelled good, like the forest. Even with all that blood on him.

So much of Jason’s blood.

My stomach twisted with discomfort.

His cock roused and emerged from its slit. The thickness pressing up into my side. He groaned and he pressed the front of his mouth to my neck, nibbling. I snorted and jerked within the cage of his arms.

“You’re tickling me,” I said between guffaws. Tears stopped forming on the heels of his attack.

A rumble vibrated in his chest. He pulled me nice and tight against his large body, flushing me against the length of his front.

The wet glide of his shaft prodded against me insistently. I shuddered, eyeing the bead of precum on the tip.

I touched the glowing liquid and popped my finger in my mouth. My eyes slid shut and I hummed, swirling my tongue around my fingertip to collect it all.

“Feed from me.”

His demand curled under my skin, making me want it. The vibration seemed to reach into my stomach.

I wanted more of his licks. It’d felt good being at his mercy. It was incredibly wrong for me to crave this, forbidden even, but I didn’t care. I wanted the beast and his harsh ways. I wanted those vibrating rumbles enveloping me as he pumped deep inside, then locked me to him.

I hungered for the safety and comfort he offered.

His shaft twitched, expelling more need. He seemed ravenous for all of me.

His claws gently flexed into my arm. I groaned. I felt sticky and bloody. A shower called to me. One to wash away the dirty memory of Jason.

“Not right now,” I slapped his paw off my hips. It did nothing to get him to release me, but at least he stopped to look at me.

“Fenrir, no.”

“You do not want me?” He said it low, and the words were so guttural it was difficult to make the sentence out.

“You are so dramatic,” I huffed. He tilted his head.

I pressed a kiss into his furry muzzle.