Page 9 of Lycan’s Hunt

Chapter 4

• Aubrey •

Before I can respond, his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. Electricity courses through my body, igniting every nerve ending. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as the kiss deepens.

Soren’s kiss is like a drug; I can feel my breathing quickening as his tongue delves deeper into my mouth. His hands wander lower, tracing the curves of my waist and hip. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other, and I can feel his erection pressing against me.

His taste explodes on my tongue, bitter nectar mixed with mint and the faint essence of alcohol. His scent fills my nostrils: a heady blend of sweat, leather and something uniquely Soren. The sound of his lips smacking against mine echoes around us, drowning out the trickling sounds of water from the small pond behind me.

One of his hands finds its way to my breast, gently squeezing as he nips at my bottom lip, demanding more from me.

I moan into his mouth, unable to resist him any longer. My body betrays me as it arches into his touch, begging for more attention.

Soren grips my hips, dragging me higher until my legs are wrapped around his waist. A second later we are falling toward the musky scented earth, and my gasp is unwarranted as he catches us at the last second, pulling me to straddle his lap. He groans as my claws slip out digging into his shoulders.

Soren hands are everywhere, holding me impossibly close, his hand squeezes my breast, his thumb brushing over a rosy-tipped nipple. The cool air hits the sensitive flesh, but it’s replaced by intense heat when he takes it between his lips. He sucks softly at first then harder, rolling it with his tongue as he thrusts his hips against me in rhythm with the motion.

“Yeah,” he groans against my skin. “You like that?”

I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words as he continues to tease and tantalize every inch of exposed skin on my chest. His other hand roams downward to explore the curve of my back and the swell of my rear. His fingers dance over my skin, tracing patterns that leave me gasping and squirming in his lap. The intensity of his touch, along with the feverish desire mounting between us, is overwhelming.

He lifts his head from my breast, his piercing eyes capturing mine in a heated gaze. His expression is fierce, yet tender, mirroring the wild passion that radiates from him. He cups my face with one hand, thumb stroking along my cheekbone as he studies me.

I feel a blush creep up my cheeks and I look away shyly not able to withstand his intense stare. He chuckles slightly and tugs on a strand of my hair gently bringing me to meet his gaze once more.

“Look at me,” he whispers huskily.

Reluctantly, I follow his command. As our eyes lock, Soren captures my mouth in another searing kiss, his hands slipping to my ass as he rocks me against his hard cock.

He moves beneath me, his movements causing friction where our bodies are touching. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips as the heady sensation intensifies.

His eyes drop, heated and predatory as they take in the sight. “You’re beautiful,” he rasps out, leaning down again to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.

“All of you,” he murmurs against my skin, shifting his attention to the other breast with equal fervor. I buck against him at the contact, eliciting a groan from the Lycan King.

Without warning, he flips us over, leaving me lying on the cool ground with him towering above me. The sight of him takes my breath away--the intensity in those bright eyes enough to make my heart stutter in anticipation.

“Soren…” I breathe out his name like a prayer as his hands explore lower regions of my body. An intense sensation surges through me--a need that only this man can fulfill.

“Say it again,” he commands, his dark blue eyes boring into mine, his fingers at play eliciting a moan from my lips as he trails his fingertips between my legs which open more for him. He bends down to claim my mouth with his once again, silencing my worries and distracting me as he forces two fingers inside me.

Soren pulls his lips from mine and I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he trails kisses down my body, his fingers sliding out of me, his hands roughly gripping my hips. With a growl, he spreads my legs wide, before pushing his shoulders between them. His tongue darts out, teasing my clit before diving in and lapping at me.

I moan, arching my back and grinding against his face. He is relentless, devouring me with every flick of his tongue.

“Come for me, baby, I wanna taste you,” he demands, his voice hoarse with lust and I feel myself building toward an explosive orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation. He sucks on my clit, hard and fast, sending me over the edge. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing with pleasure.

His fingers dig into my hips as he consumes me, drawing out the pleasure until, finally, I collapse beneath him, spent. Each breath falls heavy on my ears as he pulls away and shifts back to hover over me.

“Soren,” I whisper again, delighting in the way his eyes flash at the sound of his name. His gaze softens, and he bends to press a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling back slightly.

His eyes are bright with something more than desire—something raw and undefined that leaves me breathless all over again.

“Are you certain, Bree?” His voice is a tender murmur, husky with desire yet underlined by concern. The intensity of his gaze, those piercing blue eyes now filled with a sense of urgency, captivate me.

My desire is mirrored there. And I realize I’m more than willing to give it to him. To give myself fully to him.

“Yes,” I reply, swallowing down the lump in my throat and meeting his gaze with a determined one of my own.