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“Althea,” one of them hisses, but I ignore him and focus on the spider.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell the spider, hoping Lycus can hear me. It’s obvious he’s worried about this side of himself. Tilting my head once more, I sweep my eyes over his body, and when I look back at his eyes, I notice he’s moving his legs behind him, and then suddenly, a web flies at me. I jerk as the silken feeling wraps around my wrists like a net, binding them together.
“Oh shit,” Nathair grumbles, but he sounds more resigned than worried, so I relax.
I fall back as the spider rushes over me, and then I feel more silken web wrapping around my ankles and up my legs, binding them together. I peer up at the spider, and my heart pounds with desire. It’s not necessarily for the creature on top of me, but the feel of the silken bonds.
“What’s he doing?” I ask breathlessly.
Nathair laughs. “Well, it seems Lycus’s spider, erm, likes you. Either he’s going to try and eat you or he thinks you’re his mate.”
“Reassuring,” I mutter, and there are some chuckles. “Hey, big guy, as hot as being bound in silk is, I’m not down to fuck a spider right this moment, so can I have Lycus back, please?”
The spider lowers over my body, the hair on its legs and body surprisingly soft and almost comforting. “Please? Your webs are beautiful. They really are,” I purr softly, and for a moment, those black beady eyes just watch me, and then, one of its front legs reaches out and brushes my face gently. My eyes close, and when I open them again, Lycus is there with his hand on my face. His silken bindings are still wrapped around my body, and his own naked form is pressed against me.
Our breaths mingle as our eyes lock together, and I feel his hard cock slide along my stomach.
“Lycus,” I whisper.
I don’t know if it’s hearing his name on my lips or the fact that I’m practically rubbing myself against him that breaks the spell.
“You accepted my spider,” he growls, flashing his fangs. “By not fighting the webbing, you accepted him as your mate.” He lowers his mouth and drags his fangs across my lips, making me arch up. “Do you know what that means?”
“No.”
“That you’re mine.” He groans as he turns my head and sinks his fangs into me. I scream as red-hot venom rushes through my veins, setting me on fire. Everything fades, and I lose my vision and sense of smell. The last thing I see are the others fighting to get Lycus off me and him holding them off with one hand.
He pumps his venom into me as I’m pinned and bound for him until the lava in my veins slows and cools.
Finally, I can breathe again, and my heart restarts. I gasp in a breath as my vision comes back and find the others crouched around us with their fangs bared, keeping their distance.
“Do not stop him. She’s dead if he doesn’t counteract the venom,” Nathair growls at the others.
Growling against my neck, Lycus grips me tighter, and I sluggishly lift my arms and wrap them around him. I test the web on my legs and find I can move slightly, so I part them and let him fall between my thighs. We both groan as I finally get him where I want him, even as I die once more.
Mine.
The word is hissed in my head, accompanied by a vision of me bound and hanging down from the ceiling as he fucks me with his fangs in my neck, deadly venom dripping over my body.
Fuck yes.
Sliding his hands possessively across my body, he moves his hips, and I’m about to cry out when two thick fingers slam into me, claiming me like his fangs are.
I scream his name as my blood starts to heat again, this time with pleasure so hot, I cry out and clench around his fingers as I gush. When he curls his fingers inside me, I come with a scream, milking them so tight, he snarls.
He slides his fangs from my neck and lifts his head. Blood coats his mouth and beard, and his black eyes watch me as he fucks me through my orgasm with his fingers. He rips open his wrist and presses it to my mouth, smearing his blood over my lips, and when I stick out my tongue to taste it, that burning venom within me begins to settle. I fall back, gasping, and then he twists his hand, grinding his palm into my clit.
“Again,” he snarls, more monster than man.
“Can’t,” I whimper, desperately licking his blood to douse the fire.
I scream when he adds two more fingers, stretching me to the point of pain, adding to the agony of my own blood and the venom now in my veins. Snarling, he fucks me with his fingers, and pleasure surges through me again.
I arch up and slam my fangs into the only place I can reach—his chest, right over his heart.
He bellows, his back bowing as his release sprays over me, my own rolling through me to him. He just keeps coming, and so do I, until the heat eventually dissipates and we both collapse, covered in blood, cum, and silken webs with lazy smiles on our faces.
Lifting his head, Lycus cups my face gently. “I was so worried he would hurt you,” he admits softly. “I never thought you could . . .” He shakes his head, so I kiss him.
