She slid down and cocked her head up.
“Don’t tease a Lycan. He will rip you apart,” he warned.
She stroked his pants and pulled them down.
She nuzzled her nose on his member, making him growl.
Slowly, she pulled his last piece of cloth down his waist, which acted as the barrier between her and him.
As she took off, his serpent showed his presence.
Now she had to choose which part she needed to give attention to; she licked the attentive balls and kept the same presence throughout the top. She swiped the pre-cum on her warm, glossy lips, making it glow in the shimmering light.
And there she opened her mouth and engulfed his serpent in the warmth of her mouth. He clutched her hair back to see this beautiful view where she was taking him all in without gagging, touching the base of his stomach.
Her hand worked hard to shaft his member, but she couldn’t hold it for over ten seconds. She promised she would not gag this time, but swallowing him down her throat was difficult, sucking the life out of her lungs. There was no mercy in his grip, like he never knew that word.
His clutch got intense with every stroke he pumped inside her mouth. That branded liner rolled down her cheeks like a charcoal line, and he was enjoying this piece of art he was making there. Her scarlet lipstick smudged all over his member, highlighting his throbbing veins pulsating the rush of blood. She slapped his thighs to stop for a moment and let her breath, but the monster was feeding on her tormented situation.
The warmth of her mouth raised the rush inside him. She couldn’t stop and could not take a break. She had to finish what she had started. He released himself deep down her throat, gifting her the life back to her lungs, making sure she swallowed every drop of his potent elixir.
She looked up with a smudged liner and waited for her reward. He looked down, pitying her situation. She wanted to give heaven, but it was too hard for her.
His lips twirled up, and the index rested on her chin.
“On your four,”
She listened, took out everything from her body, and lay on the bed on four.
He yanked her bare skin, making her cringe. The round swells were tempting for him, while erected pebbles were crying for his touch.
He adjusted the shaft like her spine and inserted himself brutally. She hissed, but his hand massaged her clit to release the respective oil she needed down there.
He started thrusting and biting her back, making her moan his name. “Octavio.”
He yanked again and clutched her ass like she was all in his control. “Louder,”
Her face scotched in the pillow, and all he could hear was her muffled voice calling to stop. He was on his apex, re-releasing himself inside her while she was screaming his name in pleasure.
They both came, and he fell on her back.
It was hard for her to breathe. “You are an animal.” She hissed.
“Didn’t you know that?” He smirked.
“You bit me, made marks on my shoulder and neck.” She complained.
“You are complaining like you are going to change in Lycan,”
She pulled him close, tried to get intimate, and shower after-sex love.
“I am not complaining. I’m just saying my coven people would kill me if they knew I was sleeping with a Lycan.” She leaned to kiss him, and he looked away.
“I need a shower,”
It hurts her to watch his dry nature toward her.
“It’s weird, right?” She commented.
“What?” He got up and wore his T-shirt.
“You sleeping with me? How could you do this without emotions?”
He rolled his eyes. “Elena, we both know it’s our need.”
“Needs?” she snapped.
“Don’t make things complicated for me. I could never give you what you expect from me.” Octavio snapped.
“So what, are you going to search for your mate or some weird paramour to become your breeder?” She yelled.
He turned and clutched her jaw.
“Don’t,”
“Don’t start it,”
“Or what?” She challenged him without knowing the truth.
His eyes changed into red fire as the Lycan alpha pulsated through him, but little did she know he was the one who killed his uncle and became the new alpha of the Lycan kings.
For witches, it was easy to control werewolf alpha, but with Lycans, they were more potent than regular wolves. Over the centuries, they evolved from ordinary wolves.
They could hide their scents and roam around like an average human. They have a better sense of smell and a powerful sense of hearing than regular wolves. Werewolf had to turn on a full-moon night, but the Lycans changed on their will.
Werewolves rejuvenate themselves on every full moon, but Lycans don’t need to. Werewolves believe in and follow the mate bond, but it is periodic for a Lycan to have a mate and stick loyal to her. Because of their less population, their beliefs changed towards breeders, and now they wanted as much breeder as they wanted to save their kind. Some of them still stick around mates, but when it comes to a sexual encounter, Lycans have more needs than regular wolves.
Octavio killed his uncle. He betrayed Octavio’s father and killed him purposely.
His father was the founder of this state university, and now he is gone; other board members were trying to take over what’s his, but he made sure he would not let them win this battle. As his father’s dream, he wanted to conquer and reestablish what was taken from them. He succeeded as a businessman and now had to work to establish the Lycan world. He came here in search of wolf clans. Octavio wanted to keep it low profile, so he joined the University as a professor because, from the data they collected, this area had some wolves, and if it was true, they could find the virgin breeder for their kind.
With all these hidden purposes, Octavio silently performs his job, tracking down the wolf pack, but he doesn’t find one.
Elena was a runaway witch who Octavio saved. Her coven wanted to kill her for performing dark magic, which was forbidden in her coven. But when Octavio kept her and introduced her to the other coven. She promised she would help him protect his kind. Witches’ and Lycans’ business is typical. They could have forgiven Elena for tapping in dark magic, but sleeping with a Lycan it’s treason for their coven, but Elena never listened to them. It turns out both were in need and satisfied the thirst of desire for each other, but Octavio already mentioned she was not a wolf, not a Lycan, and he would not accept her as a mate or a breeder.
“Or nothing. I don’t want to hurt you.” He warned in a calm voice.
She understood Octavio could be worse when he is angry. It is in their nature to kill and torture others.
She stood, wore her clothes, and left his apartment.
He took a long shower, controlling his angry wolf, which Elena triggered. He diverted his mind by thinking about something else when his mind gave an unexpected glimpse of the girl who accidentally bumped into him.
The way she scanned his details could only be done by another she-wolf. After all, it’s their genes to examine an eligible male who could satisfy their needs.
She smelled different, but not the one like a she-wolf. He was curious to know about her and found out she would stay in student dorms across the hill.
It was merely a five-minute run for a Lycan, and he didn’t want to miss this chance to learn about her.
But when he sniffed her clothes, his heart shattered as she was an average human, and no human could sustain a Lycan’s seed until and unless they changed into a wolf, which was rare these days.
No wolves risk changing humans into wolves; it would expose their pack, and they could hunt down by humans and Lycans.
He turned off the showers and washed every touch of Elena’s from his body, snuggled into a deep slumber, ready to see what tomorrow would bring.
BEEP BEEP BEEP That was the most annoying sound for not a morning person. Savannah crowded her face on the pillow and covered herself with the warm duvet. Her hand trailed to shut down this annoying noise disturbing her beauty sleep. “Not now,” she groaned with heavy lashes, ready to shut down. It was a peaceful time when nobody was there to disturb her. No one was there calling her name. She thought of sleeping for five more minutes, and when she woke up, it was already nine. She scanned the time, and her eyes widened in shock. The lecture has already started, and it would not be a good impression to be late on the first day. Willy-nilly jumped out of her bed and finished her morning business. She took a quick shower that alerted her sleepy senses. Wore a gray sweater and black jeans. The weather is getting colder in this area. She wore her sneakers, grabbed her bag, locked the door, and ran, knowing she would be the last person to enter her class. She cursed for being late an
“Hello, Aunty,” Savannah called Sheila. “How was your first day?” She bit her tongue, but she promised she would hide nothing from her aunt. “Well, because I woke up late, I missed a few minutes of my class.” “Before you scold me, I promise I will be careful next time.” Sheila smiled, “Good.” “Did you meet any of your professors?” “Yeah, my anthropology professor,” “What about the rest?” “Well, today I have only two classes. My other teacher is Miss Elena Valussi,” “Is she hot?” Mark teased. “Would you like to have a punch in your face?” Sheila asked nicely. Savannah laughed, watching them. “I will let you know once I see her.” “I am going to her class, okay bye,” She hung up the phone and entered her class. With a warm welcome, Elena greeted freshman students. They attended her lecture related to occult studies and human dimensions. A thought came to Savannah’s mind, asking about body marks. She waited for the class to dismiss and walked to her teacher. “Miss Elena, I
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Her senses were all over the place, and everything blurred out momentarily. With less sense of direction, she ran towards the restroom. Her body was on fire, especially the mark on her back.She locked the door and checked every block. No one was there to see her horrible condition. She took off her sweater and turned to see her mark was burning like somebody had burned her body with a hot iron. Scared as hell, she couldn’t believe the marks were coming on her entire body like somebody trying to come out. But her focus was on her shoulder blade; she hissed, touching it. The claw mark on her skin scorched her layer by layer.“What is happening to me?” She cried and washed her mark with water. But as the water touched the spot, it evaporated. She needed her aunt. It was not a usual thing to endure on her own.The burning settled a bit when washed the mark continuously as long as it took her to calm down. She wore her sweater back and washed her face. She was one shade of red, and her sk
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