Page 10 of Lycan’s Hunt

He’s slow as he aligns himself with my entrance, teasing me with the head of his shaft. His eyes never leave mine as he pushes in gently, his hand firmly framing my face. I gasp at the feeling of being stretched and filled, the sharp sting momentarily making me flinch.

“Sshh…” He soothes, pressing his lips against my forehead tenderly. “Just breathe.” His voice is soft, gentle in its command, his gaze holding mine captive as he slowly eases himself further into me.

I bite my lip and take a deep breath, willing myself to relax beneath him. Gradually, the discomfort fades away to be replaced with an overwhelming sense of rightness. A single tear escapes from the corner of my eye at the realization that there is no turning back now. Grateful that I never wasted this on Rhett.

Seeing this, he kisses it away gently before claiming my mouth with his, swallowing up any stray whimpers that might escape. He pulls back slightly only to thrust back in again, more forcefully this time.

His strokes are slow at first, each one carefully measured and deliberate. As the discomfort is replaced by a growing pleasure, Soren picks up speed.

“Soren,” I whisper as I hold on to him tighter, clawing at his shoulders as pleasure overtakes every fiber of my being.

With every thrust, every grunt he lets out, I grow closer and closer to the edge.

When the climax finally hits me, it does with the force of a tidal wave. It’s an explosion of sensation, a captivating euphoria that leaves me breathless, exhausted, and profoundly sated.

“I’m not done yet,” he chuckles as he slows but doesn’t finish, I stare up at him and he leans down, capturing my lips. “I still want to hear you scream it.”

With a wicked grin, he flips me over and enters me from behind. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm, and the feeling of him filling me up is almost too much to bear. He slams into me, hard and fast, his fingers digging into my hips. The sound of our bodies slapping together only turns me on more when a second ago I was content and exhausted. He quickly reawakens the burning heat writhing inside me.

I’m panting and moaning as he slams into me from behind, his thick cock filling me up in the most delicious way possible. He’s got one hand on my hip, pulling me back into him, while the other is teasing my clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

“You like that, love?” he growls, his voice low and husky. “You like the way I’m fucking you?”

I can only nod, my words lost to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. He chuckles darkly and leans down to whisper in my ear.

“You know what I want, Bree?” he says, his voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you clenched tight around my cock like this.”

I feel myself clenching around him involuntarily. He groans in response, his hips picking up speed as he drives into me harder and faster.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs, his fingers working their magic on my clit. “I want to fill you up with my cum, over and over again. I want to see your belly swell with our child.”

His dirty talk is pushing me closer and closer to the edge, and I can feel my orgasm building deep within me. I cry out his name, begging him to let me cum, and he responds by thrusting deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me but it’s not enough as he slows his pace.

“Marry me?” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Say yes.”

I shake my head. The man is insane, he barely knows me. “Say you’ll be mine, Bree,” he groans, shoving deeper.

“I’m yours, please, I’m yours,” I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Say it louder,” he commands, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. “Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you!” I scream, my voice echoing off the glass walls.

This seems to satisfy him, and he increases his pace, driving into me with all his might. My body builds toward another orgasm, on fire as I beg him to keep going, to never stop.

“Marry me,” he breathes, his voice husky with need.

I hesitate for a moment, unsure if this is really what I want. Then he thrusts into me again, hitting that perfect spot, and all my doubts disappear.

“Yes, yes!” I cry, my voice filled with desperation. “I’ll marry you!”

“Louder,” he laughs, one hand on my hip loosening as he grabs a fistful full of my hair. He tugs my head back with his other hand moving to push flat against my stomach as he hauls me back against him till I’m only on my knees, his lips, and teeth nipping at my ear. “Louder,” he whispers, pistoning his hips inside me and my head rolls back on his shoulder. One hand moves between my legs that are awkwardly straddling him in some reverse cowgirl style, his fingers finding my clit.

“Yes, yes!” I scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. He keeps thrusting, prolonging my orgasm until I’m seeing stars.

Finally, with a roar, he empties himself inside me, his fingers still working my clit as he draws out every quiver from me, my legs shaking and my body spent.

“Marry me, Bree,” he says, his voice hoarse from his orgasm. “Marry me and let me spend the rest of my life with you.”