Lusia
It all happened in a blur. It took me so much time to digest what just happened. The Lycan King, Dane Haynes was holding onto me, and he was about to hand me the best night of my life. He grabbed onto my skirt and tore it off with immense strength. The attire he used to cover my body dropped from my shoulders before I could even feel his touch on my skin. We were in the backseat of his car. Who would have thought that my night would have ended like this? Being this horny and being about to be fucked by the Lycan king, my pack’s worst enemy. His hands grabbed my breasts and fondled them roughly. I moaned out in the car, leaning my head back on the headrest and letting him take control. His eyes were on me, and I could feel his warm breath brushing my cheeks. Next, he grabbed my breasts and placed one of them into his mouth, sucking on it gently. I could feel his tongue caressing one of my areolas and it drove me crazy. My body shuddered in excitement as I felt his wet tongue encircle my areola while the other one was being played with by his fingers. He was driving me insane, and I could feel the intensity of my heat skyrocket. I was going to climax only by his touch. My body shuddered in excitement and I could feel my body growing numb due to the substantial amount of pleasure that he administered to me. I was going crazy, crying out in pleasure as he fondled my breasts. And then, the climax hit me like a boulder, knocking the wind out of me. He stopped playing with my breasts as soon as he noticed this. My cheeks heated in embarrassment as I realized that I just climaxed in his car. My heat had gone down, but I was still aroused. I still wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to feel how large he was. The feeling of having him ramming in and out of my walls like an unchained beast was what I wanted to experience tonight. And I could tell that he was ready for that as well. I had no other choice but to hand over my body to him. I was his just for tonight and he could do whatever he wished. King Dane grabbed my butt cheeks with a strong grip and placed his mouth on mine. His kiss was savage and rough. I could feel his tongue inside of my mouth, exploring and looking for nothing in particular. I was drawn into the kiss when he pulled out of the kiss, giving me a hard slap on the cheek. I gasped out in pleasure. “Yes!” I begged. He slapped me once again and the stinging pain brought me nothing but ecstasy. His rough hands reached for my panties and he tore them off in rage and disgust. I was fully naked now as I sat on the leather seat of his car. I was out of breath and staring into his icy cold blue eyes wondering what he was going to do next. My question was answered when he pulled down his pants. I couldn’t help but stare at his cock as it sprang free. It was hard, large, and bold. My mouth was watering as I stared at it. He grabbed me by my shoulders and made me sit on him. Holding me with a grip of a vice, he bent me over to him, our skins touching, and plunged his cock into me with force. I cried out in the car with pleasure before he began thrusting. His thrusts were like his touch, strong, hard and determined. His cock filled my walls and I had my eyes rolled back as he held my waist. King Dane rammed in and out of my walls with a steady tempo. I screamed out in the car but I doubted that anybody was going to hear us. My thoughts were no longer with the crowd back at the ballroom or with Alpha Finn who had seemed to fall out with the Lycan king. I was focused on satisfying my lust. As the Lycan king pumped his cock in and out of my walls. My body shuddered in excitement and another wave of climax wrecked my body. I fell on him limply, wasted and out of breath but that didn’t stop him. Before I could realize what was happening, I could feel my hands being bound. The rope stung in pain and I heard a fizzing sound as it burnt my skin. My eyes widened as I realized what I had been bound with. “They are ropes made from wolfsbane,” the Lycan king said, his voice cold and gentle like before. I gulped hard knowing that I was in for one hell of a night. King Dane made me kneel on the leather backseat with my head lying on the headrest and my hands were tied behind my back. His cock plunged deeper into me and I cried out as he spread my walls larger than before. He forced his cock in and out of me, and I cried out in pain and pleasure as he treated me like a whore I knew I was. We were both drenched in sweat, I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust he made and his balls slapping against my clitoris in a similar rhythm. A strong hand gripped my bound hands and another tugged at my hair as he kept slamming his cock in and out of my walls. I could feel myself drowning in an abyss of pleasure and there was no coming back from it. I was stuck, lost, and left for dead but I didn’t want to be saved. I could feel another wave of orgasm coming from the distance. It felt like a tsunami that was about to hit the shore. I cried out as I welcomed the orgasm. I screamed as another powerful climax hit my body, wrecking me and sending me into oblivion. I slumped on the leather seat, my hands stinging and burning in pain. And before I knew it, everything went black. *** I woke up to the feeling of my body shuddering. I blinked twice and tried to figure out where I was. I could feel a warmth beside me. A strong presence. It was Dane Haynes, the Lycan king. I almost forgot that we had sex in his car. That was the craziest sex I ever had. And now, he was rubbing my clitoris gently, preparing me for another round of orgasm. I looked into his blue eyes and they were cold, filled with no emotion. “Please,” I begged him, but he didn’t oblige. I felt another orgasm hit me and I screamed out, spilling my juice on him and the leather seat he sat on. I slumped on the leather side, lying on my side, wasted and spent. As I lay on my side trying to catch my breath, I felt a warm but sour liquid splash on my cheek. He had climaxed on me. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. After a few minutes of silence, I heard some movement beside me. “Now. Listen,” he said. “You can come with me and be my sex slave where you’d get to satisfy your lewd urges or you can leave my car and go back to that pitiful life you have.” “The choice is yours.” I gulped hard as I thought about it. But deep down, I already knew what my answer was. A chance of freedom. A chance I would gladly take.LusiaJust like an altar of sacrifice, the Silvermoon battleground had fallen into desolation. The blood-spattered earth was left scarred and silent as the crimson light of dawn faded into an all—too—pale and mournful gray. Bodies lay scattered: Lycans and werewolves, their eyes staring blankly, blood pooling in mud: testimony to the brutal toll war has taken. The air was heady; the metallic tang of death, the acrid burn of spent silver, and the lingering musk of fear, all combined as one intense reality. My white wolf had receded, leaving me human, tremulous, bloodied skin fraying from a once proud torn tunic, dark curls matted against a face streaked with tears. He wrapped his arms around me as if I were somehow anchored by his warmth; his icy blue eyes were guilty and relieved, Kiara's body between us, Finn's brown wolf a still shadow in the distance. My heart was a shattered mosaic; grief for my brother, but rage directed at Kiara and the truth about my parents' death, an unreso
LusiaThe Silvermoon battlefield was a crucible of despair, its churned earth a bloody quagmire, laden with shattered blades and broken bodies, while the dawn’s crimson light cast a gory veil over the slaughter. My white wolf form trembled, my fur matted with blood and mud, my muscles screaming from the pain of war, my hazel eyes burning with tears. The metallic luster of blood mingling with the hissing sound of liquid silver, the wild musk of clashing Lycans and werewolves, thickened the air. The memories of my brother Finn lying lifeless, his brown wolf form sprawled out, Dane's claws dripping with his blood, rent my heart into shreds—a wound deeper than any blade. The sound of Dane's scream of rage and guilt still echoed, a raw reflection of my grief, but I stood frozen, panting in my white wolf form, my blurred vision revealing a memory of the brother who had called me whore but was nevertheless my blood. A jagged, cruel laugh cut through the chaos, and Kiara emerged from the f
DaneThe battle at the Silvermoon lasted at the end of the frontier where this battlefield was a charnel house, a bloody churned earth strewn with broken bodies and shattered blades at dawn's crimson light bathing this hellish carnage. Finn lunged with his brown wolf, massive and snarling; a blur of fur and fangs as I braced myself against his weight slamming me to the ground, causing my ribs to explode in pain at claws raking my side, tearing through my tunic, hot blood welling. The damp earth was cold against my back, stealing my breath at the impact, green eyes blazing above me with a growl like thunder shaking my bones. Luisa's cry echoed somewhere in that fray, a knife in my heart, but I could not see her. My world narrowed down to Finn's jaws snapping mere inches from my throat.Rage surged inside me, molten tide drowning the pain, my wolf roaring within, claws scraping at my restraint. I snarled, my body rippling, bones cracking as I shapeshifted, fur black and thick, my Lyca
DaneI can hear the peaceful sounds of dawn over the Silvermoon Pack territory. It was torn like an injury, crying out into a blue sky bleeding crimson and gold. Jagged shadows stretched over broken, savage borderlands. Our small group of elite-only ten warriors, all Ironclaw Lycans hardened and silent, trekked through those frost-kissed woods; breaths steaming in the chill air, the scent of pine and damp earth sharp in my nostrils. Luisa was next to me, her gray cloak hugging her tiny body, dark curls spilling outside its hood; hazel eyes held a haunted determination. My wolf growled within me, a restless beast torn between pride in her courage, and dread at facing Finn, her brother, and Kiara, the architect of our chaos. The weight of my guilt, her parents' blood, and my failed attempt at killing Finn tore at me like a stone in my gut, but I managed to keep my eyes forward. My black tunic and armor became a second skin; my sword was heavy at my hip.We entered the clearing where li
KiaraThe courtroom of Silvermoon Pack was a fantastic catheter of all deceits—high vaulted ceilings were lost in the shadows, moonlight came through narrow arched windows, and brushed silver lances across a polished marble floor. The tapestries were designed to hang on the walls—sharp snarling wolves—woven in threads of crimson and gold. The last secret-filled air was heavy with the scents of wax-dripping candelabras and the faint musky tang of Lycan tension. I paced before the dais, my boots clicking like a metronome of dread, my dark braid swinging against my leather-clad back, my red eyes darting to the shadows as if Dane's wrath might materialize from them. While my essence usually stormed with all kinds of domination, it flickered right now with panic, rather than an uncommon crack in the usually unbreakable armor, because I failed. The plan had been assault—intense because it was meant to erode the Ironclaw. Finn was splayed across his throne: an amazing edifice made of car
Lusia Huddled against the damp stone walls, the healer's room lay cocooned in heat and shade, the lantern's swaying golden glow casting our entwined silhouettes across the still air of the damp walls as if we were ghosts locked in a frantic dance. Dane's lips, rough and unyielding, had claimed mine with an intensity that left me breathless, the pheromones a wild musky tide yet still lingering in the air, mingled with the sharp tang of herbs and the faint copper of battlefield blood on his tunic. My body was burning, the heat of my cycle with its relentless pulse, but his kiss—warm, desperate, was pouring his guilt and need into me, and it held me fast and unmoored me. Now, he's pulled back, his icy blue eyes, breath ragged, overblown by his towering frame across the cot where I lay, torn tunic clinging to my sweat-damp skin, dark curls spilling across the coarse linen. "How do you feel?" he asked, voice low, rough—the gravel thread is woven with that thickest concern and the sharp