Page 31 of The Lycan King's Captive

I moved back up her body and braced myself on my forearms on either side of her head. My dick was leaking, my balls so tight I had to bite back a groan. “Are you ready for me?” I asked her.

She traced a fingertip over my mouth, gliding through her own wetness. “Please,” she said, and her plea notched another arrow of regret.

It loosed as I slid into her, the tip slicing the muscle I’d sometimes considered too cold and hard to ever beat this hard for someone else. I bled out as I moved within her, plunging hard and fast. I pounded her, plundering her pussy like the savage I was. Something raw and primal inside me threw back its head and roared. It wasn’t my beast. This was mine, all mine, and it was wholly new. Abby had drawn it forth.

She hooked her legs around my waist, trapping me in the most beautiful prison. Sweat beaded at my temples. I dropped my forehead to the soft, sensitive skin under her ear and kissed her, tasting salt and sin and candy. That was Abby. She was every dessert and everything forbidden.

My hips moved on their own, my dick so hard and aching. Her heat engulfed me. Swallowed me. Her perfect pussy grabbed at my shaft, sucking me in.

I never wanted to leave.

“Fuck,” I rasped, a plea in my voice. Forgive me. My fangs punched through my gums.

“Cyrus!” she screamed, her head thrown back and the tendons in her neck taut. She came all over my cock, her pussy clenching so hard I actually had to pump harder to fight through her grip.

When my own release boiled up, I pulled from her and spilled all over her belly. My hips jerked, and my vision dimmed as pleasure ripped through me. I forced my eyes open, my jaw clenched tight. Because I was not missing this. I wanted to see my come splattered all over her soft belly and heaving tits.

And I did.

Then I plunged my face to her neck and sank my fangs deep.

She screamed—not in pleasure this time but in pain. And shock.

I bit harder. Blood coated my tongue. Electricity zipped down my spine as a sizzling connection was formed.

It was done.

Abby was mine.

15

ABBY

Agony streaked through my neck, instantly evaporating my post-orgasm haze. I went to shove Cyrus off me, but he was already retreating. He left the bed and strode away, his dark head bent and one hand on the back of his neck.

And damn if my body didn’t still react to the sight of his tight, bare ass and the swirls of dark ink that ran down his arms.

Except wait a minute. He’d just gnawed a chunk from my neck. I hated him right now!

“What the fuck!” I scrambled to my feet and over to a mirror, where I shoved my hair aside and examined my neck. I’d expected a gaping wound, but it was already closing. The puncture points sealed before my eyes, leaving the white outline of Cyrus’s bite. I rubbed at it.

“It won’t go away,” he said behind me. In the mirror, he was still turned around, his back to me. He sounded weary. Almost…resigned. “That kind of mark never fades.”

I went to the living room and found my robe. After shoving my arms into it and belting it tightly, I returned to the bedroom and faced off with Cyrus. “What kind of mark? Why did you bite me like that?” The pain was gone. Now there was merely a faint tingling sensation. I resisted the impulse to scratch at it.

He went to his clothes and began dressing, his expression shuttered.

My jaw dropped. “Cyrus?” I moved into his line of sight. “Why did you bite me?” He hadn’t used a condom, either. My face flushed. There was no excuse for such carelessness, especially when I absolutely could not have this man’s child. He knew it, and I knew it.

But that was beside the point at the moment. I had a bad feeling about this, and the way he was acting wasn’t helping.

He met my gaze at last, his silver eyes inscrutable. “I did what I had to do. When I met with Foster Carrington tonight—” He waved a hand. “He’s the head of the—”

“I know who he is,” I said impatiently. “Celeste told me.”

Cyrus looked like he wanted to say something about that. Instead, he drew a deep breath and said, “Foster is calling a meeting of the council. He wants them to vote to remove you from this house…and from our headquarters here in New York. It would put you at the mercy of Roman and any other alpha who might try to claim you.” He took a step toward me. “I won’t let that happen, Abby. So I claimed you.”

My lips parted. The uneasy feeling in my gut grew stronger. “Claimed me how?”

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