Moonbound To Hell: The Cursed Lycan's Mate

Chapter 8

The moment her fingers pulled the tie loose and the black robe slid off her shoulders, something inside me snapped completely.

Fucking Moon Goddess. I cursed her silently for creating a creature like this and putting her in my path. Evie stood there completely bare, and the sight hit me harder than any battle wound I had ever taken in my two hundred and thirty years. Full, heavy breasts with tight pink n*****s already hard from the cool air. A soft, toned stomach leading down to a perfectly shaved p***y that glistened faintly with arousal. Her olive skin glowed under the warm light of the room, those crimson streaks in her damp hair making her look like living flame. Every curve, every inch of exposed skin called to the primal beast inside me.

My c**k throbbed painfully against my pants. I had never felt this level of raw, mindless hunger before. Not with any of the previous three. Not in all my long life. The rut was roaring through my blood like wildfire, making my hands shake slightly with the need to touch her.

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her hard against me. My mouth crashed down on hers in a rough kiss. She tasted like smoke and defiance. I swallowed the small sound she made and pushed my tongue past her lips, claiming her mouth the way I planned to claim the rest of her. My hand slid down between her thighs without hesitation. She was already wet. Hot. My fingers stroked along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before I pushed one thick finger inside her.

Evie gasped against my mouth. Her body tensed up for a second, then her hips rolled forward, chasing my touch.

“Wet already,” I said with a rough voice. “Your body knows who it belongs to even if your mouth doesn’t.”

She bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The sting only made me growl and push a second finger into her tight heat. I pumped them slowly, curling them deep, feeling her walls flutter around me. Her hellfire flared under her skin, warming my hand, but she didn’t burn me. The heat only made me want more.

I broke the kiss and dragged my mouth down her neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot where I would eventually place my claiming bite. She shivered. Her hands came up to grip my shoulders, nails digging in through my shirt. I could feel her pulse racing under my lips.

“I still hate you,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Good,” I replied against her skin. “Hate me while you c*m on my fingers.”

I added a third finger, stretching her, and scissoring gently as I worked her open. My thumb found her c**t and circled it with slow, firm pressure. Evie’s breathing grew ragged. Her hips rocked against my hand, chasing the pleasure even as she tried to stay in control. I could feel her getting wetter, slick sounds filling the room every time I thrust my fingers deeper. The scent of her arousal mixed with that smoky hellfire smell was driving me insane.

I pulled back just enough to look at her face. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from my kiss, eyes glowing with that molten gold. Beautiful and Dangerously Mine. I wanted to memorize every expression she made while I broke her apart.

I withdrew my fingers slowly, ignoring her frustrated sound. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean, holding her gaze the entire time. Her taste was addictive — smoky sweet with a hint of fire. It made my c**k leak pre-c*m in my pants.

“On the bed,” I ordered, my voice hoarse with need.

She hesitated for half a second, then walked over and climbed onto the massive black sheets. The sight of her naked on my bed, legs slightly parted, made my rut surge harder. I stripped off my shirt, revealing the scars and runes across my chest. Her eyes tracked every movement, lingering on the old battle marks.

I crawled over her, caging her body with mine. I kissed her again, slower this time, letting my tongue explore her mouth while my hand palmed one of her breasts, thumb brushing the stiff n****e. She arched into my touch. I moved lower, sucking one n****e into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth before soothing it with my tongue. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard. I took my time, licking and biting gently, savoring the way she gasped and writhed beneath me.

I gave the same attention to her other breast, sucking until her n*****s were red and sensitive. Then I kissed down her stomach, nipping at her hip bones, spreading her thighs wider with my strong hands. I could see how wet she was, her p***y glistening and ready.

When my mouth finally reached her p***y, I licked a long, slow stripe up her center. Evie moaned, her hips jerking forward. I held her down with one arm across her stomach and devoured her properly. I sucked on her c**t, flicked it with my tongue, then pushed my tongue inside her, f*****g her with it in shallow thrusts. Her hellfire flared hotter, warming the air around us, but she still didn’t burn me. The heat only made me more desperate. I groaned against her folds, the vibration making her cry out.

I added two fingers again, curling them against that spot inside her while I sucked hard on her c**t. Her thighs started to tremble around my head.

“Nyx…” she gasped.

“c*m for me,” I growled against her p***y. “Let me taste how much you hate me.”

Her orgasm hit her hard. Her back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her walls clenched around my fingers. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she was panting and oversensitive, her body twitching as if has been electrocuted.

I rose up, shedding the rest of my clothes. My c**k sprang free,it was thick and heavy, the knot already partially swollen at the base. Evie’s eyes widened slightly as she looked at it, a mix of challenge and heat in her gaze.

I settled between her spread thighs, rubbing the head of my c**k along her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness. I pressed forward just enough for the tip to breach her entrance.

She was incredibly tight.

I pushed in another inch, groaning at the way her p***y gripped me. “f**k… so tight.”

Evie’s hands clutched my shoulders,her nails digging into my flesh. Her breath hitched as I sank deeper, stretching her slowly, letting her feel every thick inch. The sensation was overwhelming — hot, wet, and impossibly snug around my c**k. I had to fight every instinct not to slam into her all at once.

I was only halfway inside when—