Page 27 of Blood and Trouble

“Okay,” I murmured, my voice dropping several octaves as my animal side attempted to take the reins. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Lycan. Help me. Call someone…call an ambulance.”

“Shh, there’s no need for that.” I crawled on top of her, settling myself between her thighs as another wave of magic burst from her skin. It launched me into the air. I floated helplessly while she writhed against the sheets, gritting my teeth, her delicious aroma assaulting me, calling to every primal urge in my soul. I was sure Locust and Bow could smell it by now, and they were in their rooms at the end of the hall. They wouldn’t dare interrupt. They’d know what was happening and what I would do to them if they did.

When a shifter went into transition, their magic reached out to anyone available in the vicinity, preferably someone with the opposite status in the pack. Ava was a submissive, despite her assertive attitude and stubborn willpower, which meant little in terms of personality and more about where she’d fall in the pack hierarchy. Similar to the kink lifestyle, it was the dominant’s job to take care of the submissive, to protect them, to keep the pack safe. The submissive handed over that power, and I took that responsibility seriously.

The pulse of magic finally relented, and I caught myself with my hands on either side of her ribs as I landed on the mattress. My cock throbbed in response to the feral energy vibrating between us, and when I lined myself up at her cunt, I shuddered at her body’s scalding heat. It slithered up my skin and over the crown of my head, amplifying the needy lust inside me.

“Lycan,” she cried, her voice breaking on a sob.

Fucking do it, my wolf growled. She’s hurting. She needs it.

I paused, debating my ethics. This went against everything I stood for. But when I looked up, her bright blue eyes were iridescent, practically glowing in the bright sunlight. They were no longer the eyes of a human. Her other side, her shifter side, had started to peek through.

“Please. Do it,” she whispered.

I shoved forward, arms shaking as she engulfed me, and fuck, I moaned. She felt like fire in a blizzard, like a heavenly vise squeezing all of the damnation from my soul.

I lowered my head to her neck and licked the sweat from her throat. Fucking ambrosia. And when I angled my hips out to thrust in again, I regretted that this wouldn’t last long. My knot was already pounding, threatening to expand, and my muscles trembled so hard I almost shook myself right off the bed.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and sank her nails into my back, slicing deep enough to draw blood. But that added to it. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I rutted harder, sheathing myself as deep into her as I could get.

Ava jerked her pelvis up to meet mine, matching my pace, and the sound of her slick between us made wet slapping noises that would live in my memory forever. It coated my cock, dripped down my thighs in a slippery mess, but I loved that, too.

In an embarrassingly short amount of time, my orgasm ricocheted up the back of my legs and into my dick, painting her cunt with the last few weeks of wanting her. The muscle at the base of my cock expanded, locking us together, and I collapsed on top of her, gasping for air.

A few moments passed while I tried to catch my breath and tell my brain to reboot. Then I leaned back to look at her. Her inner shifter greeted me, still present, still in charge.

“Hello, there,” I murmured, greeting it with my wolf.

She smiled, and the shiny tips of her sharp canines showed between her lips. I wished I could say Lycan, the human, was in charge, but he’d taken a backseat to this epic road trip and fallen asleep the second he wasn’t driving the car. Lycan, the beast, wanted to claim her. He wanted to savor every inch of her sweat-soaked skin and roll around it. Mark her up so the whole fucking world would know she belonged to him.

When my knot loosened enough for me to slide out of her, I saw an opening and seized it. I kissed down the side of her neck and nuzzled into her perfect breasts. Gods, she had amazing tits, and I took my time sucking each nipple into my mouth, lavishing one with adoration before doing the same to the other.

The mixture of our scents called to me from between her legs, and like a man starved, I couldn’t resist. I nibbled my way down her stomach and tucked my shoulders under her thighs, pressing my nose to her delectable cunt.

“Fuck, you smell like dessert,” I murmured. “So fucking sweet.”

She bucked her hips up to my face, but I pressed a forearm into her lower stomach to hold her still. I wanted to take my time. I wanted to enjoy this rare opportunity.

“Lycan,” she whined.

“I’m here, Trouble,” I said. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

Unable to stop myself, I buried my face in her pussy, inhaling her scent with one deep lungful of air, relishing her taste as it coated my tongue. Her slick was a fucking aphrodisiac, and if it weren’t for the weeks spent being tempted by this very smell, I would have said it was the transition magic making me so fucking punch drunk. But even in my magically induced hysteria, I could admit that wasn’t true.

I flattened my tongue against her, lapping up everything spilling from her cunt, arousal and cum and hormones, and I groaned as I swallowed. I could spend eons between her legs. I could spend the rest of my life here and not regret it. She tried to close her thighs against my head, but I pushed them back open, circling my lips around her clit with a delicate kiss.

She tunneled her fingers in my hair, scratching at my scalp, but I wanted it rough. I wanted her to show me where she ached. I worshipped her gorgeous body, and when she rocked against my face, I let her fuck me like she owned every ounce of my body.

Her magic escalated again, pluming out of her as her climax hit, this time more intense than before. It rocked me back on my heels and lifted her off the bed, suspending us both in a painful display of craving and hunger. When it was over, I took her, holding her open as I filled her with everything I had.

It went on for hours. Days. Weeks. Months. I lost track of time. I spilled my life inside her, and when that wasn’t enough, I guided her mouth to my throat and told her to bite hard.

I groaned as the skin broke, and I bled into her mouth. She consumed me until the spell lifted, and I rolled over to my side of the bed, both exhausted and exhilarated.

For the first time in my life, I sensed my magic in someone other than me. My soul shifted, making room for her, and I could tell hers had done the same. Her emotions unraveled inside me, the sinking weight of her confusion mixing with the thrill of being ravished. She adored me. She was grateful I was here. She wanted more.