You Are Mine (The Lycans 2)

Did she realize she had her hands on my biceps, her nails digging into my arms and breaking the skin, clutching me close?

Does she not realize I’m not going anywhere? Ever?

She kept rising up on her toes and lowering herself back to the ground. Over and over again. Moving her belly over my aching cock. She drove my need to take her in the most brutal ways, to have her on her hands and knees, to mount her right here on the forest floor in the primal way of our kind.

If my eyes weren’t already closed, they would have rolled back in my head from how good she felt. How right this was.

She broke the kiss and gasped, her head tipped up and resting against the tree. She stared at me with hooded eyes, her desire so powerful my knees nearly buckled.

I wanted to fall to them and worship her body, touch her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, making that same path with my lips, my tongue. I had my hand lifted, my thumb and forefinger gently gripping her fragile chin.

I kept her head in place so she was forced to look at me, her eyes to stay locked on mine. I could still feel the motions of her sucking on my tongue, drawing out the blood. I could still hear her moans of pleasure reverberating in my ears, the sounds of her desire and need.

She had unraveled me completely.

I leaned down and kissed her again, slow and thorough, pushing my tongue between her lips, stroking mine along hers. I could have kissed her all night, doing nothing but keeping her close and making love to her lips.

She had her hands on my shoulders now, pulling me closer, her chest to mine, the feel of her pebbled nipples causing my balls to draw up and my cock to throb.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I murmured against her lips, said it more to myself than her. I was linked to her for life, my soul tied to hers for eternity.

Where she went, I followed.

Until I drew my last breath.

She pulled me impossibly tighter against her, and I slid my hands down her arms, circled her delicate wrists, the bones so fragile under my hold that they’d easily snap. I could feel her pulse beating rapidly against my thumbs, her little heart racing like a hummingbird’s wings.

I wanted to protect her, needed to do just that like I needed to breathe. “I can’t let you go.” I had my hands curled around her small waist, my fingers digging into her skin. I reminded myself to be gentle, told myself she was so much smaller than me.

And then I was cupping the perfect mounds of her ass, squeezing the globes, pulling her closer so that her belly was once again adding a delicious friction against my aching length.

I gnashed my teeth together and groaned at the same time I lifted her easily off the ground. She gave a surprised yelp but had her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively. With her back to the tree, her shapely legs around me, and her hands still braced on my shoulders, she was at my mercy.

Gods help me, but I could feel the heat from between her thighs, and it hit me right at the perfect level.

The most intimate, feminine spot poised right over the most masculine, hardest part of me.

I found myself taking a hand and sliding it up to rest on the center of her back, a barrier between her delicate flesh and the rough bark. My other hand still cupped her ass, an apple-shaped mound fitting my palm to perfection.

I leaned my body more firmly against hers, using the tree as support as I started rocking against her at the same time I used the leverage I had on her ass to bring her pussy more flush with my cock.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Our breaths picked up, Ainslee’s hitching in her throat, a soft sound as I hit the right spot on her.

My wolf howled in pleasure, the dominating, alpha side of me loving the fact that my female submitted to me so easily, that I was the one making her feel good.

I started running my nose up and down the side of her throat, scenting her, knowing I could’ve done this all night and would’ve been content and pleasured. She smelled so good, so addicting. The sweetest aroma I’d ever encountered in my existence.

I dragged my tongue along her flesh, her skin warm and slightly salty, because she was starting to sweat from her arousal. I wanted her body naked and covered in sweat, the sounds of her moans filling my ears.

A growl was pulled from me, and I nipped at her pulse as it beat beneath her ear, my canines aching to pierce her, to mark her so everyone knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was mine. My wolf wanted that, yet my human side knew it wouldn’t have made a difference, because I’d make sure everybody knew who she belonged to—mark or not.