Big Bad Wolf (The Lycans 1)

I touched myself, showing Ren the most intimate part of me. This made me feel so good knowing the sight of me exposed like this pleasured him.

His pleasure is also mine.

I let my gaze travel down his hard, muscular chest, one so broad and defined a little spasm of lust went through me. And then I stared at his huge cock. He was so… big, thick and long. All I could think about was how he wouldn’t fit all of that inside me.

No way, yet I was greedy to try.

This man—werewolf—was brutal in his strength, and there was no doubt in my mind he could crush anyone who stood in his way. He stroked himself in slow, almost lazy motions, his focus on me… always on me. A drop of clear fluid, a little crystal of his need, was dotting the tip of his huge shaft, and I licked my lips. I remembered the flavor of him, dark spices and male power coating my tongue.

I finally lifted my gaze from his impressive length to his chest, over the light dusting of hair covering the golden flesh, up higher to the twin copper-colored nipples situated on his pecs, and finally stared at his face. I was more than ready to have him move even closer, to feel his big body right on top of mine, and feel him thrust deeply into me, claiming my virginity and giving me his.

Even now, I was still shocked to learn he saved himself for me. Only me.

His gaze trained between my splayed thighs as he said, “Keep them open for me, mate.”

I wasn’t about to disobey.

Ren stroked himself a little faster, the sound of his palm moving over his flesh filling my head, making me wetter. His bicep contracted and relaxed from the rapid motion of him jerking off.

“I need you,” I moaned. “I ache for you, Ren.”

He gave his shaft one more long stroke before grunting in almost pleasure/pain, and slamming his hands down on the ground on either side of my hips, his cock jutting forward and pressing against my soaked slit.

“I can never deny my female.” He leaned down and kissed me soundly. “I’ll give you more than you’ll ever need, mate.” The position he was in—and his words—made him look so very fierce.

He claimed my mouth harder and faster, forcing me to take all of him as he plunged his tongue between my lips, mimicking fucking me and what I wanted from him between my legs. His flavor was so spicy, dark, all male. I made a small noise in the back of my throat, unable to stop myself as need took over everything in me. And it was that small sound that seemed to have something snap inside Ren even more, just pushed his control right over the edge.

He moved his hand behind my head, grabbed a chunk of my hair, forcing my head back, my throat now arched. I felt the hot, hard length of him press hard between my thighs as he continued to kiss me and thrust against my legs at the same time. I wanted to feel him stretching me, pushing into my body and making the ache settle, making me feel full and complete.

“Yes, Ren.”

As he stared into my eyes, his flashing blue with his animal right at the surface, he reached between us and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. Everything inside me stilled, tensed, and I panted with anticipation. The fierceness that covered his expression had my pulse skyrocketing.

“I’m taking what belongs to me, Mikalina.”

I licked my lips, my pussy clenching, needing his length in me. “Yes. I’m yours.” The words came so easily from me.

And as he started to slowly push into me, I knew he was trying to be gentle, to give my body time to adjust to his huge cock. I panted, sweat covering my body, my breath leaving me rapidly.

“So tight.”

“Ahhh, you’re too big.”

“You were made for me,” he gritted. “I was made for you.” And then he was all the way in me, and my back arched as I felt like I split in two. He claimed my virginity and gave me his. The pain was intense, the stretch burning, but he didn’t move, allowing me to get used to the feel of him in my body.

His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. His arms were locked tight on either side of my head, his biceps flexing from the strain not to move. The fullness was so shocking that I couldn’t catch my breath.

“I’m sorry,” he groaned. “Too good. Feels so tight. Been waiting for this my whole life.” His words were broken up, his voice strained. When he started moving in and out of me, I dug my nails into his waist, holding on, giving myself up to him. I let my legs fall all the way open and accepted every hard inch of him.