The Cruel LYCAN Alpha

Chapter3

Fiona's POV

"Dylan.. We aren't supposed to be here. What if someone catches us? We should go back home", I said in a gasp.

"f**k everyone Fiona, you are all mine tonight," he said breathlessly, nibbling on my skin.

"Look how wet you are for me baby" he whispered. With a swift movement, he carried me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist with a soft smile on my face.

I no longer wanted to fight the urge, I felt he loved me just like I did. Dylan trailed kisses all over my skin up to my lips, it started slowly filled with passion and love before it grew aggressive, animalistic even. We both fought for dominance as we bruised each other's lips, having a short break to catch our breath before going back to kissing each other with wide grins on our faces.

"I am going to make you feel like a queen baby", Dylan breathed out and, in a flash, his finger was deep inside me making me scream in both pain and pleasure._____

_____"f**k you're so tight pumpkin" Dylan said, thrusting into me deeply.

Dylan pulled out of my kitty and I saw the mischievous smirk on his face as I tried to catch my breath as he got on his knees ready to worship my dripping cunt.

He buried his head in between my thighs, I smelt so f*****g good, and he couldn't wait to taste me. He kissed my inner thighs and gave them a little bite. My legs shook as his tongue made contact with my swollen cunt. I tried moving away but he wouldn't let me. He sucked, licked and nibbled on my flesh.

"Hmm… Oh God. f**k. f**k. f**k…."

I cried in pleasure as I massaged my swollen left n****e. My legs shook as I went again for the second time. Dylan's c**k twitched once again, ready to fill my tight cunt again, his hands traveled to my cunt, running it softly before he picked up his pace. Rubbing my c**t, he inserted one finger into my kitty then another one, making me moan loudly as he fingered me.

His fingers kept going in deeper and faster until only his knuckles could be seen. As he fingered me like the pro he was, I moaned loudly, muttering words, gibberish mostly. I was literally seeing heaven on earth. The pleasure I felt was exhilarating.

"I know you like it when I finger you, tell me you like it baby," he said, rubbing my c**t. I gasped, nodding my head, I arched her back, the pleasure overwhelming.

Dylan's c**k twitched again, begging to be in my tight p***y walls, and Dylan could no longer deny it, he was enjoying the thrilling s*x and so was I. I shivered when I felt his hard member on my swollen kitty again, as he teased me, slapping my swollen cunt with his massive c**k.

"Fuck." I moaned as Dylan guided his c**k inside me. My walls were wrapped around him, almost making it impossible to move. "God, you are so tight." He groaned as he pushed his hips forward in a hard thrust, making me gasp.

He kept pounding deep into me as the pleasure took over. He leaned forward and kissed my plump red lips, I moaned into the kiss giving him more stamina to go faster. "You like it when I bang you endlessly, don't you? You love the feeling of my c**k in that wet cunt of yours." His words were followed by hard thrusts.

"Oh…Dy… lan… I'm co...coming. I'm gonna-" The words got stuck in my throat when he smacked my inner thigh.

"Just hold on, pumpkin. Wait for daddy." His hoarse voice sounded as he pounded deep into her. He felt himself building up and increased his pace. "Aaaah Dylan…."

"Fuck." We moaned out as we came together…

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"Wow. I've never had such pleasure in my life", I managed to say as I tried to catch my breath.

Both Dylan and I were on the floor of the treehouse, our eyes fixed to the ceiling and dim lights fixed above them, both panting heavily after their little escapade of pleasure session...

I noticed that Dylan was disturbingly silent for a while...

"Dylan?", I called, my eyes still on the ceiling, and managing to regulate my breathing.

I didn't get any response from Dylan, and I got worried.

I raised my head up and turned to Dylan, holding myself up with my elbow.

Dylan just laid on the floor, eyes on the ceiling, like he didn't hear me calling him repeatedly, even though we were next to each other.

"Dylan?", I called out again, looking deep into Dylan's eyes, at least to get his attention.

"Yeah... What?", he finally said, his eyes still on the ceiling.

"Is there any problem? Did I do anything wrong? You look distant. Or didn't you enjoy the s*x?", I asked, confused by his somewhat sudden cold attitude.

He was silent for a few seconds, and just as I was about to repeat my question, he spoke out.

"It's getting late. I think we need to start getting home", he said and stood up from the ground, picking up his boxer shorts from a corner of the treehouse and putting them on. He got his short sleeve shirt and black pants and put them on too.

"Dylan, you're acting strangely. What's the problem? Is there anything you want to say to me?", I asked, worried about his behavior.

"Nothing is wrong, Fiona. I don't have anything to say to you", he replied, putting on his shoes.

"So what's with the-"

"Look, the earlier we get home, the better. Remember that this place is not exactly safe, especially during late nights," he said.

I didn't know whether to take that as him trying to look out for me or something else...

"I'll be on my way. Try not to spend too much time here," he said, and with that, he left the house, going down the ladder and slowly going farther away from the treehouse.

I on the other hand, could not but just watch as he left the treehouse.

I didn't understand what was happening to Dylan at all. One minute, he was my everything. Even though we were to get married tomorrow, I felt it was okay for us to have s*x tonight.

And now he was behaving weirdly...

Maybe something genuine was disturbing him...

I shrugged and stood up, getting my clothes and undies from the ground. I put them on and turned off the lights before going down the ladder to the ground.

I began finding my way back into the house...

Honestly, I didn't want to go back there for any reason. After the lovely time I just shared with Dylan, I wish I could stay with Dylan up in the treehouse, away from anyone and everyone. And if I had to go back into the house, I wish I had gone back there, with Dylan holding my hands...

I would spend the rest of the night reminiscing about the amount of pleasure I felt earlier tonight, but I'd try to get enough rest too. Tomorrow, I will be getting married to the man of my dreams.