Page 74 of Blood and Trouble

“There you go, Trouble,” he said. “Isn’t she beautiful when she comes? Fuck, it’s my favorite thing to watch.”

“So fucking gorgeous,” I said.

Ava let go of my hair, and Lycan cupped my chin, bringing my face toward him so he could lean closer. He swiped his tongue over my chin, licking Ava’s cum from my face.

“Hmm, delicious, Trouble.” He hummed and sat back, his eyes clouded with wanton hunger and disastrous lust. Then he tilted my face toward her. “Have a taste.”

She grinned and did the same, running her soft velvet lips over mine, lapping and sucking. The contact sent shocks down to my cock, which ached and leaked and wept with neglect. I was surprised I didn’t come just from getting her off.

“My turn,” Lycan said and canted his hips so he slid farther down the chair, and Ava scooted up to his lower stomach. “Take my cock out, pet.”

Poe, the human, wanted to resist. But…hadn’t this been what I wanted all along? Hadn’t I yearned for him since the day we ended the soul-crushing thing between us? Ava watching it only added to how much I pined for this.

She reached between us and unbuttoned his jeans, the metal clicks of his zipper reverberating through my nerves. I tensed to hide my tremble of anticipation, but he smirked to indicate he’d seen it anyway. Of course he did. He noticed everything.

When she pulled out his magnificent cock, I whimpered and licked my lips.

“Isn’t he adorable when he wants something?” Lycan said with a laugh. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her neck. “He’s such a greedy little thing.”

“How did you resist him all this time?” Ava asked. “You probably got hard every time he walked into a room.”

“It’s been a debilitating few weeks,” Lycan agreed. “But now look at him. On his knees for us. Such a good boy.”

The sting of humiliation went through my chest, finding residence in my rib cage. I wanted to fight him. I wanted to rage against being talked about like I wasn’t even here, but something about the rotten nature of it slammed into my self-control like a train wreck. I leaned forward and licked Lycan from his balls to the tip and back again.

His familiar taste brought back every memory of when I’d done this before. I took him in my mouth and sucked the head the way he liked. I swirled my tongue around his tip and sank until he touched the back of my throat, relenting only so I could do it again. Lycan groaned, and Ava speared her fingers through her cunt, rubbing her clit while focusing her angelic eyes on me.

“Fuck, yes,” Lycan said. “Just like that. So good. Your mouth is heaven. Made for us, isn’t it? Made to be used.”

Lycan went on, spewing one filthy thing after the other, and I ate it up. I fucked him with my mouth, taking him deep, only to suck the life out of him on my retreat. It had been months since I’d been in this exact position, and the weight of all that time pressed in my chest as he got closer and closer to climax.

No, the human side of me shouted. Don’t give in that easily. This is a game. A battle. A war. You can’t yield.

As much as my wolf wanted to keep going, to relent and give Lycan everything he wanted, this wasn’t only my penance. I wasn’t the only one who needed to be taught a lesson. So just when Lycan was about to come, his balls tensing and his hips jerking forward, I pulled back and sat on my heels, glaring up at him with every ounce of defiance I could muster.

Ava gasped and slowed her fingers on her dripping cunt. Lycan stiffened and reached forward to grab my hair. I shoved his hand away.

He raised an eyebrow, seeming to ask if I was drawing a hard limit. We had a safeword. Fiver—the tiny cabin where our story started because he always was a sentimental shit. It sat between us as the question danced in his eyes. Would I use it now?

I hardened my gaze and steeled my jaw, indicating that I had the word close, but I wouldn’t back down. If he wanted this, he’d have to take it. I wouldn’t give it as freely as Ava. I wasn’t made for submission. I was made for the fight, and he’d have to win if he wanted me as much as he claimed he did.

“Still playing the brat, huh?” he said with a resigned sigh. “Alright.”

He lifted Ava by her thighs, slowly stood with her, then gently placed her on the chair. She opened her mouth into an adorable O and widened her eyes, confusion radiating off her. But she must have seen the determined look in Lycan’s glowing gaze because she started rubbing her clit again and licked her lips.

“You want me to take it?” Lycan leaned over me, running his knuckles down the side of my face.

I swallowed the taste of him and sent him a look of pure challenge, tensing to prepare for the struggle.

“Oh, such a petulant boy.”

There was that name again. Boy. It made me hate him more…and yet, it raced through my veins like honey-soaked sugar.

The fight was over before it began. Lycan grabbed the back of my hair in a tight fist and yanked me to my feet. I tried to shove him away, but he overpowered me, spun me around, and slammed me face-first into the table.

Playing cards scattered everywhere, dropping to the floor. Our forgotten glasses tumbled over, and the sound of one breaking boomed through the tiny space. My chest ached from the force of it. My cheek stung as it hit the wood. I tried to push myself up, but Lycan smashed me down again, gripping me by the back of the neck as he shoved my boxers down to my ankles.

“You want me to hold you down and fuck you like this?” The words were harsh, but his thumb stroked my trap muscle with surprising tenderness, like he was barely holding onto this cruel facade, like he would crack any second.