Big Bad Wolf (The Lycans 1)

He started speaking in his language again, and that just turned me on even more. The perspiration that covered his face and chest dripped onto me, arousing me further. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed, and his big arms shook as he held himself up over me, clearly not completely letting go for my sake.

“I. Can’t. Be. Gentle. Enough. My animal... taking over.” He was more animal right now. I saw it on his face, felt it in his thrusting.

“Don’t hold back.” Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, given this was my first time, but I wanted to experience Ren in all his hardened Lycan glory.

“Fuck,” he said harshly and seemed to lose control as he pushed into me and pulled out over and over, groaning with every thrust.

I felt my inner muscles clench rhythmically around his girth. The sensation was slightly uncomfortable because I was so sensitive, and because he filled me so completely.

“Watch as I claim you.”

When the tip of his cock was lodged in the opening of my body once more, I rose up and braced my elbows on the ground to support myself, staring down as he slid that long, thick cock in and out of me. It disappeared before reappearing, slick and wet from my cream, streaks of virgin blood on the length.

“Watch as I fuck you, mate.”

He moved in and out of me, sweat dripping down his temples from his exertion and dripping onto my body. It singed my flesh, and I moaned for more. With each passing second, Ren picked up speed until he was slamming his dick into me back and forth. Over and over again.

“Fuuuck.” His head was thrown back, his lips pulled back from his teeth as he groaned in pleasure. He looked so harsh and severe right now, and I grew even more turned on.

I couldn't hold myself up any longer and fell back onto the soft earth. He went even more primal on me then, the sound of our wet skin slapping together surrounding us and seeming to bounce off the trees in an erotic echo. It’s all I could hear and feel.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I thrashed my head back and forth, the pleasure building, my orgasm rushing up to explode within me.

“Come for me,” he demanded harshly.

I cried out as I came for Ren, the pleasure so bright and hot and exquisite that I gasped for breath. And the whole entire time, he pounded into me, prolonging the pleasure, drawing more of that sweet torture from my spasming body.

“Sweet Jesus, baby. That’s it.”

Right before the tremors ended in me, Ren pulled out, which caused me to gasp at the sudden emptiness.

He had me flipped onto my hands and knees once more, spread my thighs as wide as they would go, then aligned the tip of his thick cock at my pussy. He only let me take one breath before he was shoving back into me, a roar leaving him and a gasp sounding from me.

He palmed my ass with his big hands, the act seeming very wolf-like. He gripped the mounds and squeezed them tightly until I moaned from the sensitivity of it.

“So fucking perfect.” He slid his hands up to my waist and curled his fingers around me, pulling me back as he thrust forward, filling me over and over again.

“Yes,” I found myself whispering. “More, Ren. God, more.” I cried out the latter, and he growled. I knew he loved hearing me beg.

I let my head fall forward, looked down the length of my body, and could see the heavy weight of his balls swinging as he thrust in and out of me. I opened my mouth in a silent cry at how erotic the sight was.

He held onto my hips with a bruising force, so tight the pain had me gasping out, but also mixing with the pleasure, having me soar so high I’d never reach the ground again.

“Yes,” he growled in that very Lycan voice of his.

I looked over my shoulder to stare into his face, seeing his animal flicker over his visage, his eyes glowing blue, his focus trained on me.

“Mine!” He buried himself deep inside me as he came, and it set off another mind-numbing orgasm in me. I could feel his cock jerk in my pussy, could feel the hard jets of his cum fill me.

With a deafening roar, Ren had his mouth at the side of my throat, where my neck and shoulder met, his canines piercing me and causing me to cry out.

And my pleasure went even higher as he held me down with his bite and still continued to fill me up with his orgasm.

Pulling his mouth away from my neck, he groaned out, “Mikalina. You’re mine.” He was over the edge in his control.

His breath came out in hard pants, bathing my flesh, a twin trail of blood starting to slip down my collarbone. He leaned forward again to lick at the wound, groaning anew.