My Lycan Miracle

Marked And Mated

I was straightening my clothing when a petite brunette walked in.

"Who the f**k are you and why are you in my man's office?"

I froze. I didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know--"

"Well now you do, omega. Don't let me catch you sniffing around my man again, that boy is mine. Now where is Doug?"

I felt my stomach sink.

"He's--He's here, he's, uh, in the bathroom."

"Well let him know we're having drinks tonight and he's not getting out of it."

"I'll tell him, Miss--?"

"Lana." she responded. "He's my man, so don't think for a second that I'm going to let you steal him from me."

She turned and left. I heard loud, angry footsteps stomping away. I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was a mess, my shirt wrinkled. I looked like a fool and I felt like one too.

My eyes began to burn with unshed tears. Stupidly, I had believed Doug when he said he would protect me. I let him have his way with me only to find out he was seeing someone already.

I felt dirty and used. I wanted to take a shower and wash away the feel of his hands on me but I couldn't bring myself to move. I just stood there, feeling sorry for myself.

"What's wrong?" Doug asked when he returned from the bathroom.

"Your girlfriend stopped by."

"f**k. I'm sorry. I hadn't had the chance to tell Lana I found my mate." He groaned.

"How long have you been together?" I asked.

"A few months. I didn't think I would ever find my mate so we started seeing each other."

I felt sick to my stomach. He had been seeing Lana while he was seeing me. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I wasn't ready to talk about you. I wanted to take it slow."

"Why?" It was suddenly very important to me to know why he just wanted to go slow. It was the only thing keeping me from breaking down.

"I was afraid you wouldn't give me a chance." He said.

I looked away, swallowing hard. I wanted to give him a chance. I really did. But I wasn't sure if I could. I didn't know if I could trust him.

"I'm not afraid to try," he said, his voice quiet. "I just want to do this right."

"Me too." I whispered.

He was quiet for a long time. I knew he wanted to say something, but he didn't want to say the wrong thing. I knew this because it was exactly how I felt.

"I'm sorry." He said finally. "I should have ended it before things went this far with us."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell him that it was okay, that I understood. But the words wouldn't form in my mouth.

He kneeled in front of me, grabbing my hands in his. HE looked so sad and hurt.

"I'll do anything to make this right. You're the one the goddess made for me, and I never wanted to do anything to hurt you." He said.

"Mark me." I whispered.

His face lit up and he moved, scooping me into his arms and positioning my bottom on his desk. His teeth were grazing my marking spot as he ripped away my skirt and underwear.

He was inside me in a second, my body clenching around him, pulling him in deeper. The feeling of his c**k inside me was better than anything I had ever felt. I could feel the goddess inside me, singing and smiling.

He began to move. He thrust deeply into me, and my body responded to every single movement he made. My body was in tune with his body, and it wanted more of him.

I wanted more of him, too. I wanted to feel him deeply inside me, my cunt clenching and pulsing around his c**k. I wanted to feel the goddess's magic inside me.

I never wanted to lose this feeling.

He slammed into me over and over again, and my heart raced with excitement and love. I squeezed his c**k with my p***y, and he groaned with pleasure as he continued f*****g. Faster and harder, until I was crying out in bliss and clutching at his back, his ass, his hair.

I felt every inch of his c**k as he slid in and out of me, my p***y stretching to accommodate him. I could feel the goddess's magic inside me, filling me up and making me feel like I was flying, like I was soaring past the stars.

He bit down on my marking spot, before shoving my head towards his shoulder for me to bite his. With the marking completed, the goddess's magic flowed through us, and soon I could feel his body tensing, his c**k swelling inside me. I knew he was almost there. I knew he was about to c*m, and I wanted him to c*m inside of me. I wanted to feel him let go inside of me, to fill my p***y with his hot c*m.

I wanted him to c*m for me.

He rammed into me one last time, and I cried out as I felt a rush of magic flowing through me. He must have felt it too, because he groaned and then roared as he began to c*m. He kept thrusting into me, over and over again, and I could feel his c**k pulsing as rope after rope of c*m filled my p***y. It felt magical, like a fire flowing through me. It felt like a drug, and I felt a rush of euphoria as he came for me.

He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I wrapped my arms around him as I felt his c**k slip out of my p***y. I could feel his c*m trickling out of me, and I squeezed my legs together to trap it inside me.

I didn't want to let go of him just yet.

I felt like I could stay like this forever.

I felt like I wanted to stay like this forever.

"Goddess, I can't get enough of you." He murmured against my shoulder. "We should take this somewhere more private though. Anyone from the pack can just walk in on us here and I don't want another male seeing my mate's sexy little cunt."

I felt a thrill of pleasure at his words. I wanted him to take me somewhere more private. I wanted him to touch me, to ravish me. I wanted him to make me his.

He stood up, pulling me with him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into him. He smelled delicious, like a mix of woods and spices.

"Come on, my sexy little mate." He growled, carrying me out of the office after removing his shirt and covering my bottom half with it. I whimpered as I felt his hand on my ass.

He carried me to the elevators. I buried my face into his shoulder, growling as I tasted his skin. I couldn't get enough of him.

"We're going to have so much fun together." He whispered in my ear, nipping it gently. I whimpered, his words sending a thrill right through me. "I'm going to f**k you until you're screaming my name."

I moaned, pressing myself against him. I wanted him to f**k me, to ravish me. My p***y was already dripping wet and aching for him.

We reached the elevator and he pressed the button for his penthouse. I shivered, feeling his hand on my ass again. I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin with need.

"You want me to f**k you, don't you?" He whispered in my ear. "You want to feel me inside you, pounding into your tight little p***y?"

"Yes!" I moaned, pressing myself against him.

"I want you too." He growled into my ear. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He carried me out of it, towards the door. He pressed his hand to a panel next to it and it opened. The penthouse was dark, with only a few lights on. He carried me to his bedroom and laid me down on the bed. He stripped off his shirt and his pants, revealing a chest as chiseled as his abs.

His c**k stood up already, ready for me. He was perfect, like a god carved out of stone. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me.

"Please, I wanna be on my tummy with your thick c**k in my stomach." I said, surprising myself.

He got on the bed behind me, and I could feel his eyes on me. His c**k stood up already, ready for me. He was perfect, like a god carved out of stone. I wanted him.

He put his hands on my hips and caressed them. His fingers traced around my hip bones and went down to my ass. He squeezed it and then traced my crack with his index finger. He pushed his finger against my asshole, and I gasped.

He ran his finger up and down, and I arched my back, wanting him inside of me. He pushed his thumb into my p***y and pulled my ass cheeks apart with his other hand. He pushed his thumb in and out of my p***y, in time with my rocking, and then he moved it up to my asshole. He slid his thumb into my asshole, and I gasped again. It felt so good, but I didn't know if I wanted him to do it again.

"I won't do anything your body doesn't want," he whispered, sounding like he wanted me to do it. "It'll be fun."

"Do it," I said. "Do it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I was sure. I wanted it. I wanted it. I needed to feel his thumb in my ass. I needed to feel him f*****g me with his c**k.

He moved on top of me, pushing his c**k into my p***y. It went all the way inside, filling me up, stretching me out wide, and I loved it so much. Then he began to move, sliding his c**k in and out of me, and all the while his thumb was moving in and out of my ass.

He f****d me slow at first, and then faster, sliding his c**k in and out of my p***y with long, deep strokes until he was slamming into me as hard as he could. Then he would pull out and rub his c**k against my c**t, teasing me before pushing himself back inside.

"f**k me," I moaned, "f**k me!" but it was too late. I could feel my orgasm coming on so I ground my p***y down on his c**k, trying to keep it from coming. But it was no use. I came so hard I nearly passed out, and just before it happened I felt his c**k twitch inside me, and he started to come too.

He pushed his c**k as deep inside me as he could and held it there, letting his c*m gush out of him and into me until there was too much of it and it started to run out of me. Even then, he kept his c**k inside me until he was sure he had pumped every last drop into me. Then he pulled out and rolled over onto his back beside me, panting hard.

"I love you, Raylyn," he said. "I don't think I've ever loved anything as much as I love you."

"I love you too," I said, and I meant it.