Page 18 of The Wolf’s Appetite (The Lycans #8)

LENNOX

I stared down at Aisling, now lying on the bed and waiting for me to devour her.

Her lips were swollen from worshiping my cock, and the sight of her—blonde locks tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire—made me growl low in my chest.

Mine.

The word pulsed through me like a mantra–primal and unyielding. And it felt so fucking good. Better than anything I’d ever heard before.

My fingers tangled in her hair as I crushed my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her tongue. She moaned into the kiss, her body pressing into mine, her curves soft and yielding against the hard planes of my chest.

“Ye’re so fooking perfect,” I murmured against her lips, my hands sliding down to grip her hips.

Fuck, she was smooth and warm and all mine.

“Every inch of ye, Aisling. Yer body drives me wild. The very scent of ye is addicting.” I nipped at her lower lip, my voice dropping to a rough whisper when I growled, “I’m going tae make ye feel so good.

I’m going tae make ye come undone when I’m deep inside of ye and making ye take every drop of my cum. ”

She shuddered, her hands clutching at my shoulders, her nails scoring my flesh and leaving little crescent shapes in their wake. My hands roved over her body—her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the generous swell of her hips.

Gods, she was made for me.

I kissed along her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there before moving lower, my tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone. My teeth ached. The urge and need to let my canines drop and pierce her flesh–to mark her so everyone knew Aisling was my mate–surged through me.

But without my Lycan, my teeth stayed blunt.

“Lennox,” she breathed, her fingers skimming through my hair. “Please…”

My mouth found her breast, cutting off her words so they turned into a moan. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she gasped. Her back arched off the bed, and I groaned against her skin, moving to her other breast to give it the same attention.

Aisling smoothed her palms over my chest, her touch sending heat curling through my veins and settling in my cock, causing the thick, hard length to jerk and throb.

“ My mate,” I said, kissing my way to her lips. Her breath hitched as my hand reached the apex of her thighs, my fingers finding her soaked pussy once more. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and I licked my lips, tasting her on my tongue.

“I need ye,” she whispered against my lips. “All of ye, Lennox.”

I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully. I removed my fingers from her and started grinding myself against her wet pussy, knowing I could get off like this alone.

“Lennox… I ache.”

Jesus Christ.

I wanted to tease the both of us for longer, but I was on the verge of exploding as it was. So, I reached between us, guiding myself to her entrance. I notched the tip of my cock against her slick folds, sliding myself up and down, lubing myself up.

And then I paused, looking into her eyes. “Are ye sure?” I asked, though every fiber of my being was roaring to take her.

“Aye,” she said without hesitation, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I’ve ne’er been more sure of anything in my life, Lennox.”

I slammed my mouth down on her lips, pushed my tongue between the seam, and did the same with my cock between her legs.

I thrusted forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size.

She was so fucking tight, her pussy walls clenching around me in a way that had me gritting my teeth to hold off from coming.

When I was fully seated inside her, I stilled, resting my forehead against hers, both of us panting. I knew it was uncomfortable for her. I felt the way she held on to me tightly, how her nails pierced my flesh.

“So hot and wet, so fooking tight, Aisling. I canna breathe,” I murmured, doing everything in my power to stay still.

I pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in with a groan. Her nails dug into my back as I set a slow pace, savoring every sensation—the way she felt wrapped around me, the sounds she made with every thrust, and the way she looked up at me like I was the only thing that mattered.

I growled, picking up the pace. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking and lifting slightly, meeting mine with each thrust. “Say it.”

She gasped and breathed in and out frantically. “I’m yers. ”

I buried myself deep inside her, my hips snapping against hers with a rhythm that had us both teetering on the edge. “And ye’re mine,” she moaned.

“Always,” I growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

Her pussy tightened around me as she got closer to coming again. All I could think about was letting go and draining my balls inside of her, making her take every single last ounce and drop I had to give her.

This would be the only female I was ever with, the only person I’d give my heart, body, and soul to. And as her body trembled beneath mine, I let go of everything and followed her over the edge with a guttural moan.

I spilled myself inside her as waves of pleasure crashed over me. The sensation of my cum slipping out of where we were connected and soaking the sheets beneath us turned me on even more and made me come even harder.

My orgasm went on and on, stealing my fucking sanity. I saw lights in front of me. The room went in and out of focus. And I let myself surrender to it. I latched my blunt teeth onto the side of her throat, biting hard but not enough to break the skin.

Gods, I needed to pierce her throat and swallow her blood, taking a part of her inside of me. Then I’d lick the twin puncture wounds I left behind and stare at the marks on her flesh, ones that would forever be there and let all others know she was claimed.

For a moment, all we could do was breathe, our bodies still connected. Then I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me so she was sprawled across my chest. Her fingers traced the scars on my skin as we lay there in silence.

“Lennox,” she breathed, lifting her head to look at me.

“Hmm?” I murmured, stroking her back. This amazement coursed through me that I was holding my lush… mate.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “What happens now?”

I stared at the ceiling, thinking about those words because they meant so much more than she even realized.

What does happen now?

Everything had shifted. Changed. And right now, I didn’t know if it was for the best or the worst.

I glanced down at her, the firelight flickering across her flushed face, her body still pressed against mine like it belonged there. And it did. Gods, it did .

I let out a slow breath, my fingers gently pressed to her damp, warm spine. “We prepare,” I finally said, voice low and grave. “For everything that’s coming. ”

She stilled against me. I hadn’t told her about the threat we’d found. She just knew danger was close. But she needed to know the truth.

“The Therabus.” The tenseness in her body magnified, and the scent of her anxiety rose, its smell like acid in my nose. “That’s the threat. They’ve been sniffing around the property making their presence known without attacking. Yet.”

Aisling stayed silent, but she shifted up so she was resting against the headboard, the sheet pulled up to her chest as she silently watched me, waiting for me to continue.

“The Guard has been digging intae the old texts, trying tae piece together how and why they’ve returned.” I stared into her blue eyes. “We donna kno’ how long they’ve been here, biding their time and waiting for this moment.”

“And the vampires?” she asked softly. “They’re coming here, tae help fight?”

“Aye. Da called Adryan and the others in.”

She was quiet, her fingers trailing slowly over a scar on my ribs.

“And your wolf?” she asked softly. “Still silent?”

Pain throbbed under my skin. “Aye. Still silent,” I said gruffly.

“But… something shifted tonight. It’s faint, like a whisper in the back of my mind.

No’ him. No’ yet. Bu t maybe a piece of him is stirring.

” I smiled, feeling this warmth move through me.

I was here with my wee thing, my pretty mate who made me feel things I never thought possible.

Even without my Lycan, this–Aisling–was perfection.

“Even with everything happening, all the things we learned about being mates,” she murmured, her voice sweet and her cheeks flushing, “even with the threat… I’ve never been happier or felt safer.”

Gods… wasn’t that the truth. “But whether my wolf returns or no’, I feel what this is, Aisling. I’ll no’ let anything touch ye. I’ll never let ye go. Ye’re mine now. Fully. And nothing—Therabus, vampires, or hell, fate itself—will take ye from me.”

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes shining with emotion, with belief, and with the same fierce devotion I felt beating in my chest.

I leaned in and kissed her again—slowly this time, savoring this moment. Whatever war was looming, this would be a moment in time I’d cling to in order to keep my sanity.

When I pulled back, I groaned against her mouth. “At the end of all of this, my sweet girl, even if the world is about tae burn down, I’ll protect ye with my life.”

A fierceness washed over her face, and my cock got hard at how strong she was. “And I’ll protect ye with my life, Lennox. ”

I smiled. “My perfect girl,” I murmured. “So strong. So gorgeous.”

I held her for the rest of the night because I knew sooner rather than later I’d have to let her go in order to protect her and everyone I cared for.