The Hunger (The Lycans 3)

I found myself walking over to Darragh as she stood by the window. She was staring out at the grounds of the property, her brows pulled low as if she were in deep thought.

“I know the answer already from all I’ve learned, but I have to ask anyway.” She whispered the last part. “He won’t hurt her?” She glanced up, and I shook my head.

“Never. His only goal is tae please her, tae keep her safe, make her happy, and tae ensure she’s never alone.”

Darragh exhaled. “I just worry Evelyn won’t come to understand this like I was able to. She’ll fight him. She’ll run hard.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Good. Cian needs a challenge.” When I saw my Darragh smile, my chest lit up. I didn’t stop myself from reaching out and smoothing my finger along her cheek. It pleased me when she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch. Her soft exhale caused her warm, sweet breath to brush along my forearm, and I opened up my palm and cupped the side of her face, her skin silky, smooth. Perfection.

I found myself running my thumb along the outline of her bottom lip, back and forth, slow and easy, my gaze transfixed. I got lost in the sight of watching that digit stroke the tender, pink flesh of that full bottom lip.

Her mouth parted, and a small sound escaped her. My body roared to life, my cock thickening, pressing against the seam of my jeans, demanding to get out. It was this fire that burned through my body, one that refused to be ignored.

Ever since I saw her in the woods, my lust had been like a clock counting down. And the closer it got to zero, the fiercer and more persistent it became. I took a step closer, our chests only an inch apart, my focus on her mouth as I continued to watch my thumb move back and forth. Back and forth.

I tore my gaze from her mouth to her eyes and watched as her pupils dilated, that black expanding, widening out so it ate up the whiskey color of her irises. I started breathing harder, wanting her so badly I could taste it, could feel it rushing through my veins.

“Caelan,” she moaned when I gently pushed my thumb against the seam of her lips, my gaze never leaving hers. She opened wider, her eyes growing hooded as she gave me that silent submission.

I gently pushed the digit inside, a rough sound leaving me when I felt the velvety-soft brush of her tongue against my skin. My cock throbbed harder, more insistently, jerked and pulsed in time with my beating heart. I moved even closer, knowing she could smell my pheromones, knowing it turned her on even more. The sweet scent of her wet pussy saturated the air between us.

She moaned again and started to suck on my thumb, gently biting the end of it before stroking the muscle along the flesh. My skin tightened, my senses heightened, and all I could think about was tearing off her clothes, throwing her down in the center of the bed, and finally claiming her.

I removed my thumb from the wet suction and placed my mouth right on hers, not kissing her, just whispering, “Tell me what you want.” My voice was barely audible, just a bunch of rough syllables thrown together as I tried to keep my composure.

But I knew I had to go slow. She had to call the shots.

I pressed my body full to hers and used the momentum to turn her around and move a couple of steps so her back was now to the wall. I had my hands on either side of her head and caged her in so I could devour her mouth. I deepened the kisses as I tipped my head to the side a little bit more, really getting inside her nice and good.

The soft, breathy sounds that left her were like sharp spikes of lust coursing through every inch of my body. I bent my knee slightly, pressing one between her thighs and right up against her pussy. I settled my body firmly on hers as I started to grind the thick rod of my erection digging against her soft belly. She panted, and I swallowed the sweet breath that came from her, taking a little part of my mate inside me forever.

I rolled my hips over and over again until I knew if I didn’t stop, I’d come.

The last thing I wanted was to end this before it fully started, and although I knew that even if I came right now, I’d still be hard and raring to go once more at the drop of a hat, I wanted Darragh to climax first.

When she opened her eyes, I expected her to slow things down. What I didn’t expect her to do was wrap her arms around my neck, rise on her toes, and press her mouth against mine again.