Bite Marks (The Lycans 5)

As I stood there for a moment and just appreciated the sight of him, I knew that although he might be arrogant and self-righteous in the most annoying—attractive—ways, regardless of his “faults,” he was mine and I was his.

He kept his sunglasses on and smoothed a hand over his jaw, which was covered in a trimmed black beard. I’d joked about him growing one out and how hot it would make him.

Of course the cocky bastard had scoffed and informed me I already found him hot, yet over the following week he’d let it grow in. Even now, despite his arrogance, he still did things to please me.

Hell, I’d find Adryan hot if he was covered in dirt and wearing a stinky-ass burlap sack, but I’d never tell him that. That would just make his ego even bigger, and that’s the last thing anyone needed.

As if he knew what I was thinking about, his smile was slow and satisfied. The arrogant, hot-as-hell bastard.

The sun fully set, dusk turning into evening. I found myself moving toward him. Adryan took off his sunglasses real slow, real sexy-like, and then really nailed it home when he gave me one of those devilish winks.

I grew wet, achy, and ready to have him fuck me right here as a last parting gift to this place. I walked to him, my heart beating harder and faster the closer I got to him. I smelled him before I reached his big, muscular body, a rich and intoxicating scent that reminded me of spices, clean sweat, and burning embers.

He held his arms open, all smugness leaving his face as pure, unadulterated heat and raw, filthy need now replaced it. I let my gaze lower to where I saw the monstrously thick erection tenting his slacks like a third limb. Adryan was long and girthy, wider than my wrist, the length of my forearm. It was a ridiculous size, one a man shouldn’t have realistically, one that wasn’t humanly possible. But he wasn’t human, was he?

It hurt when he pushed into me, a stretch and burn I knew would always be present because no way could my body ever get accustomed to something that big. And God help me but I wanted that fullness, wanted to feel like he was stretching me in half every time he fucked me.

“Mmm,” he hummed in deep approval as I stepped into his waiting embrace and rested my forehead between his pectoral muscles.

“How’s Lennox?” I asked softly and felt him smooth his hand over the back of my head.

“Healed fully, although he will forever sport scars across his face. I tried telling him it makes him look badass, but even my charming personality couldn’t bring him out of the darkness he’s currently stuck in.”

“I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” He made a deep sound in the back of his throat and just kept stroking the back of my head.

“Lennox has to find his own way out of a hole that deep and that dark. He can’t be forced. He knows he has family and support and that he’s loved. All we can do is be there for him when he finds his way back.”

He wrapped his arms around me, and I just breathed him in, let the heavy weight of his arms around me lull me into a sense of calm, like I was wading in a warm bath. And for long moments I just let the here and now surround me. The sadness and worry faded, and in its place was that warm—soon to be scorching—heat that only Adryan could have growing in me.

“You’re wet for me,” he growled and lowered his head to bury his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, his arms banding even tighter against me. “You have an extra sweetness to your scent, princess.”

My heart was thundering as I slowly tipped my head back so I could look at his face. His eyes were hooded, his fangs longer because of his arousal. I pressed closer, and his cock dug deeper into my belly, solidifying that thought.

The longer I stared into his eyes and stayed silent, the more his arousal faded and his expression cleared. Gone was that raw heat I was so familiar with when he wanted to fuck me, and in its place was concern and silence.

“Who do I need to kill?”

I found myself laughing softly, which probably made me insane, given he’d just offered to kill someone on my behalf, and that wasn’t something Adryan joked about.

“Kitty?” he growled, and I took a step back, still silent, my throat extra tight and dry all of a sudden. “Tell me what the fuck is going on so I can do something about it, preferably destroy whoever the hell put that worried look on your face.” He cupped my cheek, his palm so big it dwarfed my face.