FENRIR
A persistent tugging at my hair began. "Wait, baby... Mmm... Just give me a second... Shhh..." I glanced up, locking eyes with her piercing blue ones. I was on edge, desperate for release, and she was so close.
"Don't waste it; I want to taste you the way you did me. Stand up, your highness…" she whispered, her voice teasing, as she pushed me by the shoulders.
She brought two fingers to her lips and started sucking them in and out, entwining her tongue, moaning, mimicking a hot blowjob.
I sprang up and had her on her knees in front of my hard, throbbing member, which didn't stop pulsing for a second.
Her submission and desire to please me took my dark lust to another level.
I, who normally needed to fuck at least two women to come, was already at my limit from just this foreplay.
A viscous thread of pre-cum dripped from my swollen tip, falling onto the grass of the forest.
Savannah's eyes widened in astonishment at the differences between the human and the Lycan beast.
"Now you're scared? Mmm... don't you want to try me, Savannah?"
I teased, tracing her lips with the slick head of my cock, leaving sticky trails behind. Her lips were so soft, it made me groan as I kept stroking myself.
"You can't waste something so good," she finally replied, her voice thick with lust as she opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, waiting for me to give her more.
"Goddess, what kind of test is this? Definitely one I can't pass."
I lost myself in lust; Savannah drove me crazy. I let my claws down and tore the fabric of her dress without hurting her, revealing two large, beautiful breasts bouncing, firm; her nipples erect and begging to be touched.
My huge Lycan hand began to cradle, caress, and squeeze them while I masturbated, nearly tearing my skin off my penis.
Every muscle in my body tensed, growing, transforming as I stood over her, beastly. And when her mouth closed around the head of my cock, warm and wet, I roared to the moonlit sky, a sound primal and raw.
A roar of pleasure, primal, visceral, as I unleashed all of my abundant seed between the hungry lips of my maiden.
Savannah sucked, licked, and greedily devoured me as far as her small mouth would allow, milking me for every last drop.
I lowered my Lycan head, growling with my canines bared, panting, agitated, longing for so much more from this delicious female.
I wanted more, so much more. These preliminaries were just the beginning, and I burned with the urge to throw her to the ground and mount her fully in my beast form, mark her as mine—my Queen.
But this was dangerous, too dangerous. I could feel my sanity slipping until a single thought pulled me back.
The blood and semen, the vital fluids of the Lycans, couldn't be consumed by most common she-wolves; the power was too much, and their bodies couldn't the power.
Especially not a small, injured omega wolf like Savannah.
That's why I usually sought stronger she-wolves to share my bed.
"Savannah!" I shouted, snapping out of my haze when I saw her collapse onto the grass, unconscious.
I immediately rushed to hold her, noticing the white remnants of my essence on her lips. But the rest, she swallowed—and it wasn't a small amount.
She didn't seem to be dying or convulsing, just exhausted.
I was stunned but Savannah was a woman with many mysteries. If she indeed was my second chance mate, it made sense that she could withstand my power.
Still, I examined her body for signs of poisoning, of damage, but all I found was something I didn't notice before.
Right below her left breast was a small, black tattoo, intricate like butterfly wings.
It clicked.
I recognized it—a forbidden spell, cruel and ruthless, used illegally on some sex slaves to keep them always ready, aroused, and interested in sex with their master.
Then it all made sense. Savannah's desire wasn't real—it was the curse. She didn't feel the connection between us, not truly. She was simply being controlled by this curse.
If another man found her, would she have offered herself to him in such an erotic way just as easily?
Would she have seduced him as she did with me?
Just imagining her opening her lips for another man's cock, allowing herself to be touched, groped, masturbated by another guy, having an orgasm in the mouth of another... Lycan...
The image of Reece doing all that with Savannah flashed through my mind, and I clenched my fists until I drew blood with my claws.
"No, no, idiot, the most important thing now is Savannah, her well-being."
I shook my head, pushing those dangerous thoughts out of my beast's mind; otherwise, the next time I saw Reece, I would be capable of ripping his throat out.
I gently lifted her, covering her better with her rags, pulling her closer to my chest. We had to return to the inn before dawn, and time was running out.
When Savannah woke up, I didn't know if she would remember this passionate moment we shared in the forest.
What was certain was that I would never forget it; it had been too long since I felt so alive.
Once upon a time, there was a Lycan who didn't want power, or to save the world. He just wanted to live in peace with his mate and two small pups, until one night, in a matter of seconds, he lost everything—absolutely everything—and was left alone once again.
It was me.
I'd wanted to die so many times, but the Goddess refused to let me, and my heart hardened into stone.
I'd buried my wolf deep within, even weakening my power so I would never love again.
If the Moon Goddess granted me a second mate, I didn't want her. Without my wolf, it would be impossible to recognize her—at least, that's what I believed.
I held the precious woman in my arms tighter as I ran through the old forest, waking the nocturnal animals, crossing borders and territories.
I wasn't sure what to do next. Me, who always knew what to do, was at a loss.
She deserved better than a broken, dangerous, and violent man; I know that. But when the time comes... "Savannah, will I be able to let you go?"