The Lycan's Rejected Mate
He watches my moves with contentment.
I covered my mouth with my hand, unable to cry. The shameful moans that I was producing were too embarrassing, but he ordered me not to,
" I love hearing you moan my name," he said. He licked my face, and all I could do was cry out in satisfaction. We have been at it for hours, and our stamina as lycans was great, and the sex was ten times better than any. I felt a piercing in my neck, and I realized he marked me; he wanted the whole world to know I was his.