Page 13 of The Wolf’s Appetite (The Lycans #8)

LENNOX

I ’d kissed her.

Gods help me—I’d kissed her.

Tasted her. Claimed her mouth like she was mine . Like my wolf had risen and she was my fated mate.

And she hadn’t stopped me.

Now she stood in front of me, breathless, lips kiss-swollen, cheeks flushed, and the softest pant leaving her mouth like she was struggling to find air. And the way she stared at me— like she wanted me to devour her—was damn near my undoing.

I stared down at her, my chest heaving with something I didn’t have a name for. My blood burned. My body ached. And yet, the silence of my wolf—the vast, empty void where my Lycan should be—remained .

But… there had been something. A stir. A whisper of something more.

Her. Aisling had brought that out in me, and I wanted more. For the first time in my life, especially after my accident, I felt fucking alive.

My gaze dropped to her mouth again, then lower to the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath her thin blouse. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, hard peaks that made my body throb with need.

I pulledher toward me again, watching the way her eyes fluttered shut right before our mouths crashed together once more.

This time, the kiss wasn’t soft in any sense of the word. I wasn’t hesitant. It was violent with all my passion I had built for her.

It had been weeks—months—of this confusing tension rising in me until I couldn’t control it any longer. Not when the very thought of Aisling getting hurt—or worse—exploded in me.

I caught her bottom lip with my teeth and bit down gently before I soothed the sting with my tongue. Aisling moaned against me, and that sound— fuck , that sound—shattered what little restraint I had left.

I lifted her off her feet with a growl, backing her into the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist like instinct–like need –and I pressed my hips to hers, grinding hard enough to draw a gasp from her throat .

Her pussy heated against me… I felt it even through our clothes, and it made my hard cock throb.

This had to be real. She had to be my fated mate. I’d never felt desire or lust, never had a fucking erection . I wasn’t made to feel these things unless I found the one being meant to be mine. And yet, my wolf was silent.

It was infuriating and fucking frustrating.

She moaned again, pulling me from my inner thoughts.

“I’m so wet,” she murmured, and I wondered if she realized she’d said that out loud. It was fucking hot as hell.

I let my hand slide down the curve of her thigh, gripping hard enough to leave marks, then up—higher and inward—until my palm pressed between her legs.

Gods. Even through her clothing, I felt how soaked she was.

And it was for me .

“Aisling,” I groaned against her neck, my voice raw and ruined. “Ye smell like fucking God sent ye just for me.” I inhaled deeply, scenting her. Her arousal was sweet.

She whimpered as I rubbed slow circles over her pussy, wishing she was bare so I could feel how hot and slick she really was for me.

I felt the outline of her lips beneath her pants and panties. My cock strained painfully against my pants and still… no wolf. Not even a whisper.

Only me . Just human. Mortal. And wanting her like a fucking fiend.

But then— a flicker . A pulse. Faint. Gone before I could hold on to it. Was it my beast? My other half? Or just my imagination?

I pressed harder, then, without thinking and just needing , I set her down enough to tear away at her pants and panties. And gods help the both of us… she let me.

I had Aisling back in my arms and pressed to the wall seconds later. I slid my fingers between her thighs and finally touched bare, silken heat.

Her breath hitched, her forehead falling to my shoulder as I teased her entrance. Fuck. She was tight. Hot. And so damn drenched for me.

Perfect .

I wasn’t going to survive this.

“I canna—” Her voice trembled. “Lennox…”

I stilled. “Do ye want me tae stop?”

She lifted her face. Her eyes—those expressive and beautiful as hell eyes—were wild and glassy with need .

“No. Ne’er,” she whispered. “I just… I donna understand what this is. I donna understand what I’m feeling,” she admitted.

“Neither do I,” I rasped, resting my head against her forehead. “But I canna stay away from ye, Aisling. I tried. I swore I’d keep my distance.”

Her hips rolled against my hand. I knew what my female needed, and every part of me wanted to give her everything.

“I donna want ye tae stay away,” she whispered. “It feels wrong.”

I closed my eyes, my body shaking as I started moving my fingers between her legs again, rubbing gentle circles over her slick pussy lips, my motions slow and thorough.

She gasped and buried her cry into my neck, and I felt every part of me tense at how good that felt. I watched the way her body arched, how she trembled against me, and how every inch of her skin seemed to be made to melt beneath my hands.

And gods, I loved it.

I loved Aisling coming undone in my arms. I’d never felt anything like it, and I knew I never would again. With anyone else.

And then I slid a finger into her tight little pussy. I pumped my finger slowly, curling just enough to make her eyes flutter shut again.

My thumb circled her clit, and her entire body tightened. Her breath came in gasps, and I knew she was close. I needed her to come for me… because of me .

I captured my mouth again as I finger-fucked her. She had her head resting back against the wall, her eyes closed and her mouth parted. She was lost in her pleasure, and I was fucking dying to see her come undone.

“I want tae see ye come, sweetling. I want tae feel yer little pussy gripping my fingers as ye go over the edge.” I groaned as my own words ignited me, as I pictured her tight pussy squeezing my cock as I fucked her into abandon.

She moaned louder, more frantic. I knew she was close. My mouth watered, and I felt my teeth ache. I had my mouth on her throat, sucking and licking. Biting. Gods, I wanted to mark her, to break her skin and drink her down.

My cock was so hard, pre-cum dripping out the tip. I started grinding myself against her belly, knowing I was going to come right in my pants like a young male who had no control.

I didn’t care. This all felt too good.

And when I bit down hard enough to break her skin, Aisling came for me. She cried out, her body seizing as her pussy milked my fingers. That’s all I needed to climax.

I groaned and licked at the minor wound I’d created on her neck, cum shooting out of my cock and soaking the inside of my pants .

Gods… it felt incredible.

When she sagged in my arms and my cock gave one more jerk, one last pulse of seed slipping out the tip, only then did I pull my fingers out of her pussy.

She whimpered, blinking at me in post-orgasmic pleasure.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, and while staring into her eyes, licked my fingers clean of her orgasm.

She was the sweetest fucking thing I ever tasted.

After I devoured her sweet release, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers again, softer now, but no less possessive.

“I want ye,” I whispered against her mouth. “So fucking bad I’m going crazy.” My cock, although sated from coming, hardened again.

She swallowed, brushing her fingers against the side of my jaw, her nails scraping against my stubble.

I wanted to be honest with her. There was no doubt she’d heard the rumors, knew my wolf was gone, but I’d never verbally said the words out loud.

But staring into her eyes… I wanted to give that to her. I had to because she was mine. Wolf present or not.

“I lost my wolf when I was injured,” I said roughly. “I haven’t shifted in months. There’s nothing in me but silence. Dead weight.”

She stared at me, and I hated how hollow I felt beneath her gaze. I wanted to be a male of worth— her male of worth.

“But tonight… touching ye.” I exhaled. “There was something,” I admitted, my voice hoarse. “A flicker. A sound I haven’t heard in so long I almost dinna believe it.”

Her eyes widened. “Ye think… I did that?”

I gave a short laugh, one with no humor in it.

“I donna think. I kno’ ye’re the only thing that makes me feel alive.

And I donna kno’ what the fuck tae do about it.

” I cupped her face. She felt perfect in my arms. “Without my wolf, I canna feel the fated mates pull.” I felt everything in me tighten.

“Fated mate or no’, Aisling, ye’re mine, and I’m no’ letting ye go. ”

She pressed her forehead to mine. “My wolf is with me, but it’s like there’s this strange block from telling me ye’re my mate. But, Lennox, I’ve never felt this with anyone. Just be with me and feel what’s happening between us.”

And, gods help me, I wanted to.

I wanted to let go and fall into her. To taste every inch of her. To bury myself in her body and drown in it.

But there was still something looming. Still an unseen threat. And she was too close to it all.

“Ye need tae come back tae the estate with me,” I said again, softer. “Please.”

She hesitated, her breath warm against my lips. Then she nodded.

I exhaled as if I hadn’t taken a breath in hours and kissed her again. Slower. As if I could burn the memory into every part of me.

I held her close as the storm raged outside… and inside myself.