“Never apologize for needing something, for craving it,” he growls, the words feral and animalistic. “When you just admitted it, I wanted to fuck you so hard, you’d be bruised, I wanted to make you hurt, and scream, just loud enough for him to hear you.”
Lycan’s hands trail to my ass as he lifts me against him. My core at the tip of his cock, and slowly, ever so gently, he impales me on this erection. The thickness of him opening me, making me gasp as pleasure zips through every nerve ending in my body.
It’s as if electricity has been shot straight into my veins, and I’m alive. He turns us until my back is flush against the cold tiles. The heat of the spray thrums against my chest as Lycan pulls out and slams back inside me, sending my pleasure into the abyss of darkness while he grips my throat with one hand and my thigh with the other.
It’s a punishing hold. He steals my breath with a pulse of his fingers, and I realize he can feel my erratic heartbeat as it thrums against his thumb. “You’re mine, but I want you to find the most euphoric pleasure you can,” he informs me as his lips tease mine. I want him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. “He and I will take you, we will fuck you to within an inch of your life,” he promises with a dark vow, “and when you come, it will be my eyes you look into, even though my brother will be fucking your pretty little ass,” he grunts this time as he fucks me against the cold wall, sending shivers of pleasure and pain through me.
“Please, Lycan,” I plead, as he slowly pulls out of me. He lowers me to my feet before spinning me around and bending me over.
“Palms on the wall,” he orders, with a spank to my ass. Both cheeks zing when his large palm lands on the fleshy globes. And then he grips me, opening me to his gaze, and I can’t stop from blushing when I realize what he’s about to do.
His fingers taunt me, teasing the ring of muscle as he dips inside my body. He continues his ministrations, using my arousal to slick his fingers as he scissors me open until my knees are trembling. I shake as he teases me, the strange feeling sending both pleasure and pain through me. It’s different, nothing like I’ve ever experienced, but it’s what Lycan does to me. He takes me down new paths I never expected to enjoy. I do. I enjoy every moment with him, everything he does to my body, I find euphoria. He plays my body like a musical instrument, and he brings out a melody of pure ecstasy from me.
“Before he gets this,” Lycan says, his voice low and menacing. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” And then, slowly, ever so fucking slowly, he inches himself into my ass. I cry out as he sinks inside me, deeper and deeper. I claw against the slippery tiles as he claims me from behind. The pain zips up and down my spine, a promise of what’s to come.
Lycan reaches around, his fingers taunting my clit as he thrusts into my ass. It’s not gentle, but he’s holding back. I realize he’s grappling onto his restraint the same way I’m grasping onto the smooth tiles before me.
Once he’s fully seated, he stills. His body looming over mine. “This is mine. Every fucking part of you, is mine. Your holes, those pretty fucking holes, are mine.”
The truth in his words sends me soaring as he pinches the hardened nub between his fingers, and I scream his name, losing myself in the pain, in the pleasure, in Lycan’s control over me.
I feel him pull out. I feel a splatter against my back. He lifts me gently, and I don’t miss the wince on his face.
“Put me down, you’re still hurt.” I insist, but he cleans me under the shower before turning off the taps.
“If I want to hold my wife, I’ll do it.” He ignores any more debate about him in need of rest as he lifts me in his arms and carries me out into the now foggy bathroom. But the moment he tries to pick me up again, I step back, giving him a stare that he doesn’t argue with. Once I’m wrapped in a towel, he embraces me for a long, silent moment before we move into the bedroom where he watches me climb on the mattress.
“Get some rest. I have a meeting with Darius,” he informs me as I curl into the blankets. I don’t care that my hair is still wet, all I need is to sleep. “And when I return, we’ll play.” There’s a promise of something even more pleasurable in his tone, and I smile as he leaves me in bliss as my lashes flutter.