Chapter 9: Beg

*LYCIA*

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked, trying to get out of his hold as he pulled me back towards my house.

“You were the one who instigated me and now I am going to take my reward like I said,” he said repeating the sentence once again even though it made no sense to me.

“You can’t just do that as you wish and that was not what I meant at all!” I said trying to break free as we got closer and closer to my home.

“I think I know what you meant well enough,” he muttered his angry voice somehow hotter but that didn’t mean I was going to give in. I had been bothered by his silence, yes, but I didn’t wish for him to go all ballistic over me like this too.

Why couldn’t he be civil and normal with me for once instead of driving me crazy all the damn time.

With him continuously touching my body for so long I had become desensitized and used to it to not let it bother with my head more than it already had fucked it up. The booze was slowly wearing off too and with my senses back I was struggling to get him to realize that what I had done might have been a mistake on my part.

I shouldn’t have teased him like that…

“Wolfie,” I started to say but cutting me off he said “Call me Seff.”

“Why? Is that your name now?” I asked , unable to understand why he had chosen that one, “Or did you remember your actual name?”

“I just thought of it,” he said and not thinking much of it with more pressing matters to worry about I said, “Alright can you just let go of my hand and we’ll walk back and talk about what had happened.”

He didn’t reply to my question and instead he slowed when we were close enough to see my home. I was grateful for him to have behaved in a civilized manner and stop the fight when suddenly I was picked up over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“The fuck you are trying to do!” I shouted suddenly facing his ass instead of his face. The jeans he was wearing fitted him perfectly and made his ass look ten times better. If I wasn’t in this predicament and if it was a different person then I would have commented on it to make things go in a pleasurable direction but with Wolfie I couldn’t.

I needed to understand right now what his motives were.

Picking myself up from his shoulder when I felt him walk again I saw that he was heading towards my house freely without waiting for me to change him into a husky and then sneak him in.

Anxiety and tension struck me at his bold behavior and thrashing in his arms I said, “Let me down this instant, if my mom or dad sees you then it will be game over! My mom will kill you.”

“Glad to hear you worrying about me but it would be better if you stayed quiet instead because I am not letting go of you any time soon,” he said adamantly, making me cuss at his actions.

“Fine! If you want to die then die! Don’t blame me for not trying to help you later,” I said, keeping quiet now that we had been closer than ever to my house. With nothing else to do I let myself ogle at his ass that was surprisingly the first time I had been entranced by a man’s posterior.

Were they supposed to look sexy like his?

“I like it when you get wet for me but wait a little more,” he whispered and smacked my butt. His words and action made me tense as I tried to understand whether I should like the gesture that had definitely sent a ripple through my body. 

I had only decided to feel horrified by it when suddenly I felt him bend slightly and then jump up, catching hold of the roof of my house while I was still being carried in his arm. I wanted to shout but I couldn’t risk being caught as I watched the night sky and the world move and sway with me while I was being carried up to my room on his shoulder.

Lycan are known for their superior strength and their physical skills. I knew Wolfie would have them too but to see him actually do that was insane! He didn’t even make any noise and within ten seconds we were climbing in through my room window that he shut close after him and even pulled the curtain to.

Dropping me on the bed to let me recover from the crazy ride that he had just given me I huffed at the anxiety and thrill of seeing the world from a different angle. Sure I had flown in the sky before but this was still different from those stable quiet flights.

Sitting up as I watched him lock the door to my room I decided to give him a piece of my mind even though the ride back was fun.

“Do you know how dangerous that was? We could have been caught!” I said glad that my room was sound proofed by my mother after I started bringing guys back home at night.

His expression didn’t look any better from what it was before and narrowing his brows at me he stepped forward making me shift slightly back as he said, “I would never let anything jeopardize my time with you, shouldn’t you trust your mate a little more? I already heard your parents snoring and sleeping before I risked doing that.”

He looked angry as he explained this to me as if accusing me with his eyes to ask me how many times would he have to remind me of his powers. I could understand his frustration but what was I to do when I still wasn’t used to him or having a mate?

Deciding to let him know that so that he didn’t feel as bad as he probably did I said, “Don’t blame me I am still not used to having a Lycan around. All I wanted to do was to keep you safe from my mother.”

“You say you aren’t used to the idea of a Lycan but you don't get used to that you just need to get used to me. I am your  mate and I should be the only one you need to bother about,” he said, stepping closer and closer to me, his expression melting from displeasure and anger to something more sinister, “Why don’t I help you to make that happen, to become used to me? Make your body, mind and heart familiar to me, of which your body already craves me.”

His words made my body flush with anticipation and want. I had been denied sexual pleasure the whole night and when he implied that I couldn’t help but instinctively look forward to it but that didn’t mean I wanted to do it with him. Finding it important to make him aware of this fact I was about to let him know that I actually didn’t see him in that light when he smirked at me and climbed the bed.

“No use denying that,” he said, tapping my nose as he hovered over my body.

“Fine you make me wet sometimes but I don’t like you and don’t want anything to do with you. I don’t need to get used to you because you will be gone at the end of this month,” I said trying to push him away with my hand but one touch of his hand on my thigh and my brain was already starting to turn mush.

“You lie a lot, Lycia. I think you should be the one to drink the truth potion once and I will do the questioning then. I am sure half our problems will be solved by that itself,” he confidently stated, rolling my dress higher and higher up my thigh making me gasp at the trail of Goosebumps left in its wake.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasped when I felt something sharp poke me, making me look down to see that his sharp claws were out. With the dim lamp light filling my room and casting over his body, the demon like silhouette of his was made him look devilishly handsome and trying to curb my horny side I asked, “What are you trying to do?”

I should have felt scared at the weapon he had bared before me but curse the goddess above for playing with my mind because no matter what I only found him sexy no matter what.

“I think I am going to cut off this dress first, I don’t like how it reeks of the smell of all the disgusting sleazeballs you had been grinding with,” he said and without wasting another moment he tore through the diamond shaped cut of my dress, baring my body for his view.

“What is wrong with you? Stop it!” I said but retracting back his claws he took away the tattered pieces of the dress and threw them to the side of the room. Taking my hand he then clapped them in his hold and putting them above my head he pinned me with his body and at last kissed me.

The kiss was an offensive invasion of my body that should have made me mad enough to push him off me or use my magic to get rid of him but with his tongue inciting a music of pleasure and arousal building to the ardor and intensity I had been craving all night I couldn’t do anything but to take it.

This was what I was missing!

I fucking like this!

The robust man above me was animalistic and noxious; an abject spice that I craved even after it scalded my tongue from its voraciousness. He was like an insatiable beast that had been avaricious for so long that he had now become malevolent in his tribulations. I was his to take as he liked tonight.

Breaking off the kiss at last when I had to hit him to let go of me he watched me gasp and try to find my breath again with an abominable twinkle of glee in his eyes.

“You missed this right, my little witch? This is what you wanted?” he asked but my body had been running on overdrive with all the assimilating tingles crashing through me.

I had hoped that he would give up now since he had only taken it as far as kisses on my body when suddenly I felt his hand touch me in a place that I had never thought he would.

Stroking my lips from over my panties he squeezed the drenched material in between his fingers and brought it to my nose for me to smell, “You smell that? You smell how fucking delectable and delicious you smell all the time? Do you even know how difficult it is for me to control myself? I always have to stop and patiently wait in agony but not today.”

I was about to ask what he meant by that when I watched him put the finger to my lips and make me suck on it. I had tasted my cum before after giving a blow job to someone who had fucked me but somehow with him watching me suck on his finger made the whole experience more depraved. His golden eyes that had come alight at my actions were amused as they watched me take part in the debased and perverted actions of what he was making me do.

“Good girl,” he said, letting go of my hand as he petted my head like I used to do to him, making me feel humiliation like I had been a pet trying to please its master.

Any other moment I would have been angry at the humiliation but lying under him half naked and my cum dripping on the bed sheets I couldn’t bring myself to argue with him.

Taking the slick finger to my already wet entrance he finally inserted his thick digit into my gushing pussy. The overexcited region reacted to him at once as if familiar with him even though it had been the first time he was touching me inside.

He started a slow fucking motion with it making me gasp and say, “P-please, just-”

“Stop? You want me to stop? Okay,” he said, his eyes impish as they stared at me while he kept his finger embedded deep inside my canal. He didn’t move at all after that and somehow it made me feel worse. I was brimming full with arousal at this point.

“No, please move it faster,” I said and without a word he continued with his fucking motion this time adding another as he curved both of them inside me scratching, caressing my walls in a vindictive way making me moan and agonize for something bigger and fuller inside me.

“Ahhh, Wolfi-,” I stared to say when he stopped once again and kissing my collar bone he mumble against it, biting me softly, “Say Seff please fuck me with your fingers and I’ll do it.”

It was derogatory what he was making me do but at that same time I couldn’t not do that after reaching this far, I reckoned I could give in this much at least if he would give me the fucking orgasm that would make me see stars.

“Fine, Seff, please fuck me with, ugh, your fingers,” I somehow manage to say and with a spiteful and vigorous speed he started pumping my pussy with four fingers inside. The sudden stimulation and expansion of my walls was hazardous to my mind and heart as my body started to heat up with the hot flash of a giant impending orgasm.

“Beg me to let you cum and I will have you feeling nothing like you have ever before,” he said and through the haze in my mind I somehow understood his words and shook my head.

“Tell me that you fucking like it and plead me to let you cum. That is your punishment for torturing me there!” He gritted out once again but when I didn’t say anything he curled his fingers inside and said, “Just admit that you need me to get off and I’ll let you cum!”

But no matter what he said I couldn’t do it. In my mind it was somehow letting him know that my body was becoming reliable and familiar to his touches and affection.

“No, I will not beg you,” I said but when I felt him take out one finger the loss I felt inside was greater than I imagined. When I still didn’t give in he took out another finger and my tortured body was now revolting against me to just give in.

My orgasm was making me go crazy!

“Fine, please let me cum! I need to cum!” I shouted, unable to take it and slamming his four fingers at once inside me, again he smiled happily at me and flicked my clit, making all the buildup pressure to release at once. The scream that tore through me was captured in his mouth in a kiss and with barely any energy left in me I felt my body weary and weak drift off into a deep comforting sleep but not before I heard him say.

“I love you my mate.”