My Lycan Miracle

Jealous Ex-Girlfriend

We were lying in bed together after making love all night. The sun was coming up, casting a pink and orange glow through the window. We were both quiet, content to just lie there and stare at the ceiling.

"I'm so happy," he said. "I never thought I'd be happy again."

"Me, neither," I said.

"I'm so glad I met you," he said.

"Me, too."

"We're going to get married," he said. "Right?"

"Yeah," I said. "One day."

"Do you think we should get a dog?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I guess it would be nice."

"I'd like a dog," he said. "Something that could run around the yard after you and me."

"That sounds nice," I said. "We could call him Max."

"Okay," he said. "Max it is."

"So, we're getting a dog?" I asked. "Are we getting a dog?"

He laughed. "Yeah, we're getting a dog."

We were quiet again, just lying there in bed. As the sun rose higher and the room became brighter, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up to the sound of him getting out of bed. I watched him as he walked across the room, stark naked, his body a beautiful work of art. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn't want to move and break the spell.

He walked out of the room and I heard the sound of the shower running. I got up and walked into the bathroom. He was standing in the shower, the water cascading down over his body. He was facing me, but he was looking down. I walked up behind him and put my arms around his waist.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I said.

He turned around and put his arms around me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. "We didn't really take a break last night, I hope you're not too sore."

I smiled and kissed him.

"I'm fine, I feel great."

"Good," he said. "Because seeing you under this water is making me hard."

He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down, so my back was against the wall. He kneeled down and started running his hands up and down my arms, then my back, then my side. He leaned forward and put his face next to mine, kissing my neck and caressing my chest. I closed my eyes as I felt his hands move over me, exploring me.

He ran his hands down my sides, over my waist, and around to my ass. He grabbed it firmly and squeezed. I moaned softly as he did it. He moved his hands back up my sides to my breasts, taking them in his hands and squeezing gently. They were full and large, and he held them as if they were delicate crystal glasses.

He put one of his hands under a stream of water, then brought it to one of my breasts. He rubbed the n****e with the palm of his hand, then pinched it softly. I moaned again and he began to kiss my neck. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. His lips moved down to my chest, taking a n****e in his mouth. He began to suck on it, gently but firmly. I gasped and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pressing his face against me. I could feel his teeth gently grazing the n****e. His other hand was pinching my other n****e. He moved his hands down the sides of my body, stroking the skin underneath the water. He kept his mouth attached to my breast, sucking and licking. He moved his other hand down my body and held it between my legs for a moment, then moved it back up to my stomach. He moved his mouth to the other breast and began to suck on it. He slid a finger down my wet p***y, then back up again. He put both of his hands on my breasts and began to rub them in circles, moving them up and down, then in different directions. I grabbed his hair and pulled him up towards me. I took his mouth in mine and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I tasted the salty taste of my own body on him.

He took my hands and put them on his chest. I moved my hand down his chest and stomach, and felt his hard c**k under the water. I grabbed it and moved my hand up and down on it. He took my hand off of it and turned me around, so my back was facing him.

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me back towards him. He pushed his c**k inside of me, and I gasped. He f****d me from behind, his c**k going in and out of me. I pushed back against him and let the water run over me. I could feel my breasts flop, and they felt so big. He grabbed my waist, and I put my hands on the wall behind me. He held my waist and f****d me harder, grunting as he did. I pushed back against him, and it felt so good. I could feel him deep inside of me. He f****d me harder, and I could feel him tense up, his breath getting shorter.

"Doug! Are you in there?" I heard a woman call from outside the bathroom. "You stood me up last night, what happened?"

He swore and stopped moving behind me. "What the hell do you want, Lana? Go away!" He yelled back.

"Doug, what's going on in there? I can hear you moving around. Do you have someone in there with you?" She sounded worried, but her voice was slurred - she was drunk.

He swore again and pulled his c**k out of me, and climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist."Just leave, Lana. I'm busy," he told her.

"What's going on in there? Why are you ignoring me? I want to know who's in there with you. I'm not leaving until you open this door," she said, pounding on the door.

He cursed again, and looked at me, shaking his head. He walked over to the door and opened it. "Get out of here, Lana. I told you, I'm busy."

She pushed past him through the doorway. Her eyes widened at the sight of me. She stumbled, and almost fell. She gripped the wall to steady herself and looked at me with contempt. "You're f*****g some omega w***e?" she asked, her eyes narrowing with malice.

"She's my mate, Lana. Now leave." Doug barked.

Lana's eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open. "Your what?"

"My mate," Doug repeated.

"But... but... but... you..." she stammered. "But I was here first! I'm your mate. We're supposed to be together. How can you do this to me? I thought we were a couple."

"We were never a couple, Lana. We f****d a few times. I was never interested in being with you."

"But..." she protested. "But..."

"But what?" he asked.

"You said you loved me," she said.

"I never said that."

"Yes, you did," she said. "You said you loved me."

"I never said that, either," he replied.

"Yes, you did," she insisted. "You said you loved me and that this was the most fun you'd ever had."

"I'm not doing this with you, Lana. I've found my mate, you need to accept that and get the hell out." Doug demanded.

Lana turned toward me, glaring daggers at me. I covered my nakedness with my arms, not sure what else to do.

"I told you he was mine." She snarled.

Doug stood up and grabbed Lana by the hair in one hand and her throat in the other. He lifted her up and pinned her against the wall, her feet dangling.

"I don't want you anymore. I don't ever want to see you again. You need to leave." Doug said, his voice firm and full of authority.

"You're going to regret this, Doug. I'll be back for my vengeance." Lana said, choking. "You're going to be so sorry."

Doug dropped her to the floor hard and she scrambled away from him. He turned toward me and took a step toward me. He reached a hand out to me, and I took it without hesitation. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back.

It felt good to be in his arms. Safe. Protected. I forgot all about Lana and her threats. I forgot about everything but Doug and the way he made me feel. I closed my eyes and lost myself in his kiss.

Lana stormed from the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Should I be worried about her?" I asked, pulling away from him.

"No, if she tries anything, I will banish her. A rogue lycan wouldn't be accepted anywhere. She won't want to risk it, she will behave."

Doug brushed his lips over my neck, his hot breath on my skin making me shiver.

"I want you," he whispered.

"So, finished what you started before we were interrupted." I replied.