Big Bad Wolf (The Lycans 1)

My arms shook as I held myself up, the pleasure consuming me. And when he pulled out of me, I was about to collapse on the ground, but he moved quickly, now on his back with me pulled over him, my legs splayed on either side of his big body, the desire in me momentarily satiated.

Ren had one hand on the center of my back, the other between my thighs as if he needed to keep his semen in me. In fact, I heard him growl as he slid a finger deep into me, pushing in any cum that slipped out, causing me to shiver in need once more.

“My seed belongs in you, my female.”

I moaned at his purely possessive words and tone. My skin was damp from sweat, my thighs sore from being spread wide, my pussy aching in the best way from losing my virginity to such a virile, potent male.

“Mmmm,” he hummed in that male way of his. “My female. Nothing has ever felt so good as having you in my arms.”

And then he just held me, the moonlight washing over us, the chill racing over my body having nothing to do with being cold and everything to do with the pleasure Ren had just given me.

“I can make you happy, mate. I can make you love me one day… as much as I love you.”

I closed my eyes and smiled, knowing that I already loved this man. It was crazy and fast, but I’d never felt surer of anything else in my life.

I rose up and looked down at my big, strong mate, and although it was a little strange saying that and a hell of a lot strange knowing it was now my reality, all I felt was contentment.

“I know you will. I already feel that way.” His eyes flared with my admission, but I didn't let him say anything, just leaned down and was now the one to kiss him soundly.

26

Luca

I left the manor when I sensed Ren come back with his female. There was no doubt he’d taken his mate in the way of our kind—under the light of the full moon, claiming her fully and placing his mark on her. It was the way of our species, a sacred, ritualistic act that mates did when they were finally complete with the woman meant to be theirs.

I wasn’t strong enough to deny the pull of the moon, to let my Lycan fully out and run free; and every time the moon was high, I locked myself away, making my inner beast suffer with the pain of not being free one more time.

But on this night, I broke habit. Ren deserved to have this time in his home with his mate alone. He didn’t need a brother who was slowly losing his mind bellowing in the very bottom chamber of the estate as he pulled his female close and reveled in the fact that he was no longer alone.

So here I was, walking the slightly worn path in the forest, the same one my brother clearly took night after night before he found his female. I could smell Ren’s scent lingering within the trees, and the faint aroma of his claiming with the woman who was now irrevocably his for all time trailed in the wind.

I was happy for him, relieved we both wouldn’t suffer the same fate.

And now here I was, taking the same path as he. But I’d long since lost the hope that he clearly hung onto all this time.

A break in the trees had the silvery glow from the moon casting down. I stepped into the clearing and tipped my head back, closing my eyes and letting that powerful pull almost lull me.

My brother would no doubt have the mating ceremony as soon as he could. He already claimed her—which I could easily smell in the air—but I knew he’d want our kind, as well as those in allegiance with the Lycans, to witness him mating his female properly. It was similar to a human wedding, but without the vows, the white dress, or the throwing of fucking rice. Basically, it was a way for our kind to show off our mates and to let the males know she was theirs—the mark on her neck on proud display. The word would travel between species so all knew not to fuck with her or they’d face death.

So yeah, my brother would most certainly be doing the ceremony as soon as possible. And I couldn’t blame him. Hell, I would too.

I closed my eyes and exhaled, letting the glow from the moon try to soothe me as it always did. And it helped—minimally.

I knew rumors of me going mad had run rampant through our world. They all thought I was dangerous, violent, more beast than creature. I supposed I was. But for my brother, I’d make an appearance at his ceremony out of respect. I couldn’t not go. And I’d look every one of those bastards in the eye and let them see I was still here—barely alive, but still here.