Page 20 of Lycan King's Captives
A primal need I have never experienced before, raw and untamed, threatens to consume me. I can feel the hunger and anger inside him, a force that calls to my soul on a level I can’t explain, and I know I am powerless to resist. He moves between my legs.
His eyes lock onto mine as he positions himself at my entrance, and I try to move up the bed away from him. His hands grip my hips dragging me back to him.
My breathing grows harsher. The memory of the pain he caused me last time springs to the forefront of my mind. “Who do you belong to?” he purrs, his fingers digging painfully into my hips. I shake my head, unable to give him the answer he wants, knowing what he is about to do.
His grip tightens, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “You belong to me.” He runs his cock between my folds, making me cry out, and squirm to get away from him when his eyes dart to mine.
“Shh, breathe, Sienna…” he growls softly, leaning forward as he strokes my hair and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. I close my eyes and I take deep breaths, attempting to regain control of my body when he pulls away.
“Look at me!” I open my eyes to find him watching me. He stares at me and there is something in his gaze that calms me, something that makes me feel like I’m exactly where I belong.
He holds my gaze as he repositions himself, and I can see the raw desire and intensity in his eyes. I swallow hard, as I brace myself for what is coming. He slowly eases his grip, running his hands up my body in a soothing motion. “Breathe, Sienna. Just take a deep breath,” he says softly. His voice is gentle, and I can feel my panic start to ease. I focus on his eyes and take a deep breath, feeling my heart rate start to slow. He smiles, a hint of relief in his eyes.
“Good. But this will hurt,” he warns.
In a sudden, forceful thrust, he enters me. I gasp, and he stills, his hands holding me in place when he leans down, lips hungrily devouring mine. Eventually, he pulls back, his eyes dark and smoldering.
“Shh, you’re fine,” he murmurs while my body trembles beneath him, trying to get used to the intrusion.
After a few moments, my body relaxes. He pulls away, studies my face, and then pulls out before pushing back in slowly, his dark eyes watching me, testing me. He begins to move slowly and steadily at first. As my body adapts to him, he moves quicker, picking up speed.
His thrusts become harder and more forceful, and I can feel him pushing me to my limits. I respond eagerly, my body arching to meet his with each thrust. He grabs my hips, gripping them tight and slamming himself into me. I moan against him as his lips find mine, his tongue aggressively exploring my mouth, lips bruising and punishing.
I cry out, both in pain and ecstasy, as he begins to move within me, each thrust harder and more powerful than the last. The room fades away, and all that exists are the two of us, locked in this dance of messy desire. His hands roam my body, leaving bruises and marks. I lose myself in the sensations, my body shuddering with each thrust, each bruising grip, each biting kiss.
The pleasure builds, growing in intensity until I feel as if I might shatter into a million pieces. And just as I am about to break, he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. My face heats at the position he has placed me in, his hands smoothing over my ass when he suddenly slaps me. My back arches at the burning pain.
“Grip the headboard,” he orders, his voice rough with desire. I obey, my fingers clutching the wooden frame for support as he enters me from behind, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. The new angle sends waves of pleasure through me, and I know I am close to the edge.
He reaches forward, his fingers entwining in my hair, as he pulls my head back. His lips meet mine in a brutal, awkward kiss, a fierce reminder of how easily he can break me. With a final, brutal thrust, he sends me spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing from the climax, leaving me breathless.
He slows for a second, letting me ride out the waves when his hand moves from my hip and across my stomach, then it glides down between my legs, his fingers teasing my clit.
I gasp and open my eyes, my hair still clutched tightly in his fist. “No more, please. I can’t take anymore,” I beg.
His eyes flicker oddly and he smiles and replies, “You can. I’m not done with you yet.” He lets go of my hair and palms my breast while he continues to rub my clit. The other hand drifts down my body, teasing and caressing my sensitive skin. When he rolls my clit between his fingers, my head rolls back on his shoulder, his nose grazing across my cheek when he pulls away slightly to look at me. His eyes are dark and intense, and I push back against him.
“See? You can take more. Now ride me.” He pulls out of me and sits on the bed beside me, leaning against the headboard.
Gripping my hips, he drags me on top of him, pushing me onto him. I gasp, the sensation of him inside me again making my head spin.
He looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire. He guides me with his hands, pushing my hips up and down and guiding my movements. “Fuck. you’re tight,” he groans, his grip tightening on me, fingers biting into soft flesh.
His lips press against my ear, and he growls, “Faster.” His words send a thrill through me, and I obey, pushing myself faster and harder against him. I can feel his breath quicken against my skin, his grip tightening on my hips. He groans, watching me ride him. “So beautiful.” His words make me blush, my body heating up with pleasure when he leans forward, his lips latching onto my nipple.
I move faster, gripping his shoulders as I ride him, my body trembling with pleasure.
“Come for me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock.” His words make my skin tingle with desire and my body responds to his command, almost as if it was waiting for it. My walls squeeze him, my pussy pulsating as my orgasm ripples through me, making me still and tense. His grip on me tightens, moving me, forcing me to ride the intense waves washing through me. I’m exhausted and want to sleep, yet his grip on my hips grows harsher.
His hands move to my ass as he rocks me against him when it comes down on my right cheek. I cry out at the pain, only for him to grip my ass in a punishing grip. “Next time, I gonna fuck this ass,” he promises darkly before slamming me down on his cock, making me gasp.
“Faster!” His voice is dark and intense, and I can feel his desire radiating off him. I move faster, my body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. He groans.
“Show me how much you love my cock.” His words make my body heat up, and without thinking, I obey, pushing myself harder against him.
Xandros grips my hips tighter, thrusting up to meet me. With one last thrust, he groans, his body filling me with his warmth. I collapse onto his chest, my body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion, trying to catch my breath. His fingers skim up my spine gently before moving into my hair, massaging my scalp. He presses his lips to my cheek before sliding me off him and tugging my body against his as he pulls the blanket up over me.
“Rest,” he purrs, the sound vibrating against my back. My eyes are already closing as I drift off, content for once in the arms of my monstrous mate.
