Page 31 of The Wolf’s Appetite (The Lycans #8)

LENNOX

E very moment I wasn’t inside of my mate was a fight between the human part of me that wanted to be careful… and my Lycan that demanded I claim and mark her properly.

“Ye could’ve been taken from me,” I rasped, unable to hold back the fear that slipped from my mouth. I licked and sucked at her throat, my voice rough with a snarl. “I’d have killed anyone who got in my way of getting tae ye. I would burn the whole fooking world down for ye, lass.”

I pulled back enough to take off the sweats I’d put on. My cock sprang free and was already leaking pre-cum.

I tore my shirt from her body and dragged my gaze over every inch of her like I was memorizing proof she was actually here with me and whole.

“I’m here,” she whispered, breath trembling, clearly seeing the thoughts on my face.

I growled and lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her with a fervor I’d never felt before. It was hard and hungry. My canines scraped her lips until I tasted copper. The sensations I felt were intense and lit me up from the inside out now that my wolf was no longer silent.

She moaned against me, and my chest ached with the need to sink my dick into her at the same time I bit the side of her throat, marking her properly.

Her skin was so soft, and the heat made my pulse thunder in my ears. I dragged my mouth down her neck, over her collarbones, and inhaled deeply. The mating scent poured out of me and covered my female. I rubbed my jaw against her skin, marking her even more with me .

“Ye’re mine, Aisling,” I snarled against the curve of her neck. “My mate. My everything forever.”

“Aye,” she moaned. She wrappedher legs around my waist when I used my body to shove her back onto the bed, my hands spanning her hips and pinning her down.

I felt like I was starving for her.

“I need ye inside of me, Lennox.” Her voice desperate, her arousal coating the air and making my dick throb.

Grabbing the root of my cock, I notched the tip at her entrance, stared into her eyes, and pressed into her in one primal, fierce thrust. The heat of her pussy wrapping around me was so intoxicating. She was so fucking tight that my vision blurred and blood rushed through my veins.

I was buried all the way to the hilt, her cry of pleasure hit me like a fucking freight train derailing. I dropped my forehead to hers, panting, holding still because, if I moved right now, I’d come.

“ Christ , ye feel… Hell, lass, ye always feel like perfection.” I gently cupped her throat and stared into her eyes, letting my wolf rise. I felt my eyes flash and my canines drop even more when I growled, “Ye feel like mine.”

I moved slowly at first, but my Lycan needed feral, primal fucking.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was throwing my hips back and forth and grinding us together.

Aisling dug her nails into my shoulders and tipped her head back as she could do nothing but let me take control and ride out the pleasure.

Her pussy was soaked, and the wet, sloppy sounds of her body sucking at mine turned me the fuck on.

Her breasts brushed my chest with every thrust, her scent thick and intoxicating.

“Donna stop,” she breathed, and the sound of her need cracked something in me wide open.

“Never.” My mouth was everywhere—her neck, jaw, lips, breasts. I licked and sucked at her nipples, running my canines along the large mounds, biting lightly, and dragging my tongue over the marks. I owned every fucking inch of her.

I braced my hands beside her head, dug my claws into the mattress, and then swung my hips back and forth, needing us both to come at the same time.

I drove into her harder, the bed creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall.

“Look at me,” I demanded, snarled. I was more beast than man right now, my wolf as close to the surface as he could get without me shifting fully.

Her eyes locked on mine, and I felt it—the bond—thrumming between us like a living thing. My wolf demanded I finally claim her right.

“I’m yers, Lennox. Always.”

She knew what I needed her to say without me voicing it. A growl ripped from my chest as I struck, sinking my canines deep into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Her cry of pleasure tore through the air, and straight into me. All pleasure. All submission.

I felt her pussy convulse around my cock, milking me as if she needed my cum deep in her body marking her on the inside, too .

Our fated mates bond intensified until it seeped into my very DNA.

I could only focus on Aisling, making sure she came right along with me.

“Come for me, lass,” I growled against her throat, tasting her blood on my tongue, and finally hearing her cry of climax in my ears. Her pussy clenched and relaxed around my length, and I let myself go then.

I came long and hard, my balls so full that it felt like I orgasmed continuously, filling her until she couldn’t take any more. I continued to spill into her with a broken roar, rutting through it, my motions fast and furious as I plowed my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

I forced my seed and my scent deep inside of her where no one could ever erase it.

She clung to me, trembling, her own climax rolling hard and as unending as mine. I felt her in every cell in my body, every nerve I had. She’d burrowed herself deep inside me, and there was no breaking us apart. Ever.

When I finally retracted my canines, I dragged my tongue over Aisling’s wounds, licking the twin puncture marks tenderly. I stayed planted inside her, my cock semi-hard, spurts of cum still dripping from my cockhead.

I covered her body with mine, the mating scent heavy in the air, our connection a constant hum consuming my whole body. My wolf was quiet, but he wasn’t tamed; he wasn’t silenced.

My Lycan was always under the surface, always ready to guard our female and split the world wide open for her.

And we would.