25. Mia
TWENTY-FIVE
MIA
Tendrils of awareness crept over me in fragments. I wiggled my toes. Every inch of my body hurt. The female lycan.
My eyes popped open and I yanked the blanket off to look at my side. I expected to see blood and injuries that female gave me, but there were no open wounds. And other than my body aching, I felt pretty whole. And I was naked. I sniffed my arm.
I smelled like my home-made mint and lavender soap. I lifted my fingertips to my hair. The strands were damp.
I’d been bathed.
And I was still alive.
I’d passed out sometime after she offered to take Fenrir as her mate. He hadn’t attacked her. He almost seemed . . . interested. I stiffened. Had they brought me back for a late snack?
I sat up in the creaky bed. Fenrir suddenly appeared a few feet away, his large body looming. I screamed and yanked my legs to my chest. He’d been laying on the ground beside my bed.
Dying naked seemed especially cruel. I scrunched my eyes shut. Fur touched my leg.
A whimper slipped free.
“What are you doing?”
His question came with such aggression. He’d already changed on me. He no longer needed me. Tears flooded my eyes. A wet nose bopped my forehead. My eyes popped open. Fenrir watched me steadily, his ears flicking.
“Why are you leaking?” He huffed. “Crying, I mean.”
“I’m scared,” I croaked.
His head cocked.
I blinked, a little lost.
His tongue flicked out to collect some tears that fell from my chin. The loud silence forced me to peek through my eyelashes.
Fenrir watched me steadily.
“No harm will ever come to you.”
I was so confused.
“Y-you didn’t bring the female lycan with you?” My voice tilted higher toward the ending syllable.
His head jerked back.
“No. I gutted her.” The tufts over his eyes twitched down, causing his eyelids to lower over his glowing eyes.
“You did?” I couldn’t contain my shock. “I-I thought you would mate her?—”
“You wanted me to mate with her?” He roared and his head drew back further, his large fangs showing a bit too much.
“I didn’t want that. I thought you would prefer someone of your species?—”
“Species,” he snarled. “You want a male of your species?”
“What?” I gasped. “I don’t want anything!”
The bed creaked under his weight, causing me to jostle side to side as the mattress shuddered. I flattened on my back as he leaned over me. His sharp fangs hovered much too close. The glow from his eyes flared and the tip of his antlers scraped across the headboard. I winced at the marks.
“You are mine. No other will touch you.”
It seemed like a threat and a promise.
He said he would protect me, always. His body remained stiff and unyielding. He didn’t soften, as if my questions and assumptions had angered him.
I pressed my palm to his chest gingerly.
He stiffened and snapped his teeth at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, rushed.
He continued looking at me as if I spoke a foreign language, and I supposed, to him, I was.
“You believed I would leave you?” He huffed and it sounded an awful lot like disgust. “I will kill anything that attempts to take you from me?—”
I tugged at the fur on his chest to hoist myself up to cling to his neck. I exhaled noisily.
“Thank you. Thank you.” I mumbled into his fur. “I don’t want another. Just you.” I closed my eyes tightly. He could have easily left me, a weaker being than him, to turn to the female of his kind, but he hadn’t. He cared for me as much as I cared for him.
The stiffness incrementally faded from his limbs and his weight settled on top of me.
I didn’t want to leave him, and I didn’t care if that made me messed up in the head. I’d never experienced such safety and peace in another’s presence.
“I must taste you.” I sucked in a breath, a flush traveling down my body. Fenrir slowly inched down my body until he hovered over my sex. Licking my lips, I spread my knees.
I couldn’t stop breathing hard. He hovered over my mound, his eyes still on me. He breathed out so hard that the warm breath tickled my skin and rustled my pubic hair. My face warmed.
His desire for me was a tangible thing that sent shockwaves of pleasure through my system. I wanted him more than I knew how to express.
With his antlers within reach, I grabbed hold and forced his mouth between my legs. His wet tongue licked my damp core and I arched my back, shuddering with a loud moan. The smooth glide of his tongue delved into every crevice. It felt raw and sensitive, but his careful laps soothed the ache away.
“More, Fenrir,” I begged.
He growled, loud, intimidating, feral, and his tongue flicked against my achy sex with quick lashing swipes. The flat of his tongue flicked against the nerves that set me aflame. I cried out, thrashing my head side to side.
His hips jerked forward and the bed jostled. He groaned, thrusting against my bed, moving the entire frame, causing my breasts to bounce.
“Fenrir,” I moaned.
His tail flicked behind him. The sight of his excitement enflamed mine. His canine fangs rubbed against my flesh. Such dangerous big teeth . . . The orgasm slammed into me. My torso arched. His warm grip forced my hips down and he turned his head to flick his tongue inside my throbbing channel. My sex clasped onto his tongue repeatedly, attempting to keep him inside me.
The electricity eventually subsided, but what didn’t was the speed of his licks. My thighs shook with the over sensitivity. I tugged on his antlers until he stopped to look up at me.
“I want to taste you.” I breathed. His head cocked. I patted the bed. “Lay down.” He slowly did as I ordered as we switched spots. He lay on his back, slightly lower to accommodate his antlers. The bend of the back of his knee rested on the edge of the bed. I perched at the end of the bed. Staring at his bobbing, slick cock. I licked my lips. He was scary big.
I wrapped both hands around his base, right above his forming knot. I struggled to hold the girth. Glowing cum trickled from the tip, and his slick member throbbed under my touch. I cleaned the liquid, humming at the sweet taste. Fenrir’s teeth flashed and his hips jerked up toward my mouth, but I retreated and worked to hide my smile. I loved driving him mad with lust.
His palm pressed down on the back of my head, the tips of his claws rubbing against my scalp and neck. He insistently nudged my head down, dragging me to his thick, throbbing cock. More glowing cum leaked from the tip, the liquid shining on his mushroom tip. I fit my mouth around his seam and flicked my tongue along the silky texture.
He groaned and arched his hips. I rubbed my palms down his length. Whines spilled from his muzzle. His arms dropped to his sides and his claws speared into the mattress. He sounded so needy and crazed. His sounds caused a wave of moisture to wet my inner thighs. My channel throbbed, wanting him deep inside. But this was about him. Driving him crazy. I enjoyed watching his loss of control. Him becoming a whimpering, needy mess under me.
He was submitting to me. And it made me feel so powerful. This monster was a gift.
“Lick my knot.”
I pulled up with a pop of my lips and began to lick my way down his slippery slickness. I dipped my tongue into the crevice of his knot before it ballooned outward. He grunted, hips jerking.
He was close to release.
Fenrir stiffened and I dragged my mouth up the shaft. I wrapped my lips around him, flicking the flat of my tongue against his tip.
He roared and I swore our house vibrated from the force. Liquid jutted from him in a rush, spilling into my mouth, but it was too much. I couldn’t swallow it all in time for it not to spill so it painted my chin and breasts.
His glowing eyes flared brightly as did the bright fur interwoven with his dark pelt. His chest rose and fell with rapid pumps. He lay panting—spent.
I grinned up at him, satisfied.