5. Lycan
Lycan
Magic pulsed out of her body in a translucent wave that pushed me away from her.
I slammed into the bathroom wall and hovered there, suspended by pheromones and the weight of her shifter side taking control.
I’d heard stories about the transition before, but I’d never been in person for one, aside from my own.
But that was a hazy mess I didn’t really remember.
This was unlike anything I could have imagined. Waves of energy poured off her, holding me in their grip. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t talk. I could barely blink. She grimaced and arched her back, her fingers curled at her sides, her black hair wisping around her head like she was underwater.
Fuck.
I’d known it was close. I’d smelled it on her for weeks now, inching farther to the surface with each passing day. But I thought I had more time. Typically, the transition happened right before the full moon, allowing the shifter to integrate with their new pack at the next change.
What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?
The new moon had just passed. We were at least ten days out.
I tried to push myself off the wall, but another surge glued me in place.
My inner wolf howled, yipping with excitement.
He’d been yearning for this, desperate to help her, to be the one who carried her into her new world.
It had been on the tip of my tongue so many times, especially when she was upset about no one wanting her.
“Just wait,” I wanted to say. “You’re going to be one hell of a shifter. Males will lick your boots for an ounce of your attention.”
Judging by the state we woke up in, I would have thought I’d done that very thing last night. But even though my memory was a drunken blur, I knew nothing had happened.
We’d played poker at the pub until everyone else left, and then we’d sat there, nursing a bottle of whiskey until we couldn’t see straight.
She made a joke. I took her seriously. And the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of some sleazy Elvis impersonator at a Las Vegas style wedding chapel, vowing to love and honor her for the rest of my life.
Laughing at how we’d screwed over the world, we’d stumbled back here like consequences didn’t matter.
My tolerance hadn’t been tested like that in decades.
I blamed the transition. Her magic must have been calling to mine, fucking with my head, fucking with my ability to keep my shit together.
Yeah, blame the girl for your piss poor manners.
With one final burst, Ava fell to the ground in a heap of sweat and sobs. I raced toward her, scooping her up as she cried.
“Lycan, it hurts. What’s going on?” It came out in low garbles and grunts.
“You’re in transition, Trouble,” I said as I carried her back to the bed.
After laying her in the center, I took a step back to scrub my hands over my face.
Objectively, I knew how this worked. I was the experienced, dominant wolf in this situation.
I was supposed to give her my magic…in blood and seed and sweat.
She needed it, or she wouldn’t survive. But I was nothing without consent, and she hadn’t exactly signed up for this.
She didn’t know what was happening, and if she did…
“What?” She winced, curling into her side to clutch her stomach. “What’s transition? I feel like I’m on fire.”
Her scent roped off her in thick, heavy tendrils, coconut and female, and fuck, it caught me in its trap. It launched my wolf into overdrive, shoving him to the forefront of my restraint. He didn’t have such hesitations. He knew instinctively what needed to happen, what would happen.
“Okay,” I murmured, my voice dropping several octaves as my animal side attempted to take the reins. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Lycan. Help me. Call someone…call an ambulance.”
“Shh, there’s no need for that.” I crawled on top of her, settling myself between her thighs as another wave of magic burst from her skin.
It launched me into the air. I floated helplessly while she writhed against the sheets, gritting my teeth, her delicious aroma assaulting me, calling to every primal urge in my soul.
I was sure Locust and Bow could smell it by now, and they were in their rooms at the end of the hall.
They wouldn’t dare interrupt. They’d know what was happening and what I would do to them if they did.
When a shifter went into transition, their magic reached out to anyone available in the vicinity, preferably someone with the opposite status in the pack.
Ava was a submissive, despite her assertive attitude and stubborn willpower, which meant little in terms of personality and more about where she’d fall in the pack hierarchy.
Similar to the kink lifestyle, it was the dominant’s job to take care of the submissive, to protect them, to keep the pack safe.
The submissive handed over that power, and I took that responsibility seriously.
The pulse of magic finally relented, and I caught myself with my hands on either side of her ribs as I landed on the mattress.
My cock throbbed in response to the feral energy vibrating between us, and when I lined myself up at her cunt, I shuddered at her body’s scalding heat.
It slithered up my skin and over the crown of my head, amplifying the needy lust inside me.
“Lycan,” she cried, her voice breaking on a sob.
Fucking do it, my wolf growled. She’s hurting. She needs it.
I paused, debating my ethics. This went against everything I stood for. But when I looked up, her bright blue eyes were iridescent, practically glowing in the bright sunlight. They were no longer the eyes of a human. Her other side, her shifter side, had started to peek through.
“Please. Do it,” she whispered.
I shoved forward, arms shaking as she engulfed me, and fuck, I moaned. She felt like fire in a blizzard, like a heavenly vise squeezing all of the damnation from my soul.
I lowered my head to her neck and licked the sweat from her throat.
Fucking ambrosia. And when I angled my hips out to thrust in again, I regretted that this wouldn’t last long.
My knot was already pounding, threatening to expand, and my muscles trembled so hard I almost shook myself right off the bed.
She wrapped her legs around my hips and sank her nails into my back, slicing deep enough to draw blood. But that added to it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I rutted harder, sheathing myself as deep into her as I could get.
Ava jerked her pelvis up to meet mine, matching my pace, and the sound of her slick between us made wet slapping noises that would live in my memory forever. It coated my cock, dripped down my thighs in a slippery mess, but I loved that, too.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, my orgasm ricocheted up the back of my legs and into my dick, painting her cunt with the last few weeks of wanting her. The muscle at the base of my cock expanded, locking us together, and I collapsed on top of her, gasping for air.
A few moments passed while I tried to catch my breath and tell my brain to reboot. Then I leaned back to look at her. Her inner shifter greeted me, still present, still in charge.
“Hello, there,” I murmured, greeting it with my wolf.
She smiled, and the shiny tips of her sharp canines showed between her lips.
I wished I could say Lycan, the human, was in charge, but he’d taken a backseat to this epic road trip and fallen asleep the second he wasn’t driving the car.
Lycan, the beast, wanted to claim her. He wanted to savor every inch of her sweat-soaked skin and roll around it.
Mark her up so the whole fucking world would know she belonged to him.
When my knot loosened enough for me to slide out of her, I saw an opening and seized it.
I kissed down the side of her neck and nuzzled into her perfect breasts.
Gods, she had amazing tits, and I took my time sucking each nipple into my mouth, lavishing one with adoration before doing the same to the other.
The mixture of our scents called to me from between her legs, and like a man starved, I couldn’t resist. I nibbled my way down her stomach and tucked my shoulders under her thighs, pressing my nose to her delectable cunt.
“Fuck, you smell like dessert,” I murmured. “So fucking sweet.”
She bucked her hips up to my face, but I pressed a forearm into her lower stomach to hold her still. I wanted to take my time. I wanted to enjoy this rare opportunity.
“Lycan,” she whined.
“I’m here, Trouble,” I said. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
Unable to stop myself, I buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her scent with one deep lungful of air, relishing her taste as it coated my tongue.
Her slick was a fucking aphrodisiac, and if it weren’t for the weeks spent being tempted by this very smell, I would have said it was the transition magic making me so fucking punch drunk.
But even in my magically induced hysteria, I could admit that wasn’t true.
I flattened my tongue against her, lapping up everything spilling from her cunt, arousal and cum and hormones, and I groaned as I swallowed.
I could spend eons between her legs. I could spend the rest of my life here and not regret it.
She tried to close her thighs against my head, but I pushed them back open, circling my lips around her clit with a delicate kiss.
She tunneled her fingers in my hair, scratching at my scalp, but I wanted it rough. I wanted her to show me where she ached. I worshipped her gorgeous body, and when she rocked against my face, I let her fuck me like she owned every ounce of my body.
Her magic escalated again, pluming out of her as her climax hit, this time more intense than before.
It rocked me back on my heels and lifted her off the bed, suspending us both in a painful display of craving and hunger.
When it was over, I took her, holding her open as I filled her with everything I had.