The Lycan's Maid

Chapter 2

DJ’s POV

“So,” suddenly said huskily behind me making me jump. “s*x on legs?”

I knew it was him! The second I heard his voice I knew it was him. His scent overwhelmed me instantly and my wolf howled in appreciation. His scent was rich and thick, in a way that you couldn’t ignore. Like a winder wasteland, the smell of newly fallen snow and white-covered pines. It drew me in and--- and that alone should make me want to run in the other direction!

What if he was my Beloved?

Landon had found his Beloved and had instantly felt attracted to her. He’d explained that it felt like a magnet inside of him that was just drawn to her. And that their connection was instant and spontaneous.

Was this it?

I’d never felt like this about anyone before--- or rather, I had. Once, and look how that turned out? Luka – my lovable, overprotective older-youngest brother – became a murderer and my entire pack had to fight off Hunters for years before they finally left us in peace.

I was never risking that again…

Mentally trying to shake off this pull I felt towards him, I spun and face him with a mask of indifference.

“Are you following me?” I asked, trying to sound pissed off and threatening--- but completely forgot that my p***y had a will of her own around this man! His lips lilted upwards in a slight smile and that traitor was throbbing like a b***h in heat! My underwear instantly became damp and--- yeah, there was no way that this was what Landon felt like! Because if he’d had a constant hard-on every time he was around Lexi, mate or not, no sane woman would stick around for that! Hell, even I could smell my arousal and it was embarrassing!

Lucky for me the sexy Russian was human, so…

“Well, it would be rude if I let a lovely young woman such as yourself go home alone now, wouldn’t it?” he said innocently, yet with that thick Russian accent, it sounded more like a threat. He stepped closer and I once again found myself mesmerized by his pale, blue eyes. So cold, they looked like glaciers and yet so warm and inviting I could easily lose myself in them.

So. HOT!

“I can take care of myself,” I however replied defiantly, and to prove my point I crossed my arms over my chest and gave him a pointed look. I’d just been closing up shop for Karen, something I did quite often since I wasn’t scared to walk home alone like most of the girls who lived here. I was after all a hybrid and even against vampires and werewolves, I’d kick their asses without even breaking a sweat. As long as they didn’t pack anything silver.

Damn silver!

It always seemed unfair to me. That the one weakness that Vampires and Werewolves shared – besides being decapitated, burned alive, or, as Dad loved to remind us, having their internal organs removed – I and Landon got twice the sensitivity to it. We sniffed a little wolfbane or just barely graced silver and we were down for the count. The same thing with alcohol! Despite having a shifters metabolism, we still got drunk like humans and acted like them…

And LJ never failed to record it!

The Russian stepped closer. Way too close for comfort and I tensed, ready for anything. I’d been taken off guard ONCE and I wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice. He might be hotter than hell, but---

“I know you can,” he said and to my surprise, kept his hands locked behind his back. “But humor me, da?”

And apparently, the man could take me off guard whatever he did. He didn’t make that infamous cocky move, where he’d caress my cheek and tip my head back as he leaned closer to try to kiss me. And damnit, but a part of me was disappointed that he didn’t!

This guy was like chocolate!

You know it wasn’t good for you, but you came back for more every time…

Gulping I tried to regain my baring. Taking a step back was useless since I already was backed up against the wall. I could just push him back, but I was afraid that I might seriously hurt him since he was human. And besides what would be the harm in letting him follow me home. I mean, what could he do? Even if he turned out to be some creep who’d try and steal my stuff, I didn’t own anything worth taking. And if he tried and kill or hurt me, he’d be the one sorry. So, what’s the worst that could happen?!

He could turn out to be your Fated Beloved!

“Ok,” I said, ignoring the ominous voice at the back of my head. It had never helped me much in the past and I refused to listen to it now! Despite my guts telling me this might be the exception…

“I’m this way,” I said, pointing down the ally, and finally, he stepped back, and I felt like I could breathe again. I just suddenly realized that I didn’t want to. I wanted him close to me so I could inhale more of that intoxicating scent…

“I know,” was his reply, and a smug smile crept across his features. Frowning, I turned to him, ready to fight. WAS he some stalking, psycho killer?! But he just chuckled lightly, as if there was something amusing about the whole thing.

“Even in a crowd I’d always be able to find you, Moya Koroleva,” he said softly and although I didn’t understand everything he said, I suddenly understood that this man---

Was something ELSE!

His aura suddenly surrounded us like a thick blanket, overwhelming me and taking me completely by surprise. My wolf instantly rolled over, submitting and even something in my blood seemed to immediately accept his authority. Hell, even his shadow seemed to increase and become larger than life, and I felt my knees go weak. His power and dominance seeped into our surroundings and--- and made me feel strangely safe!

“What---? Ho-wh---What?” I stuttered, completely unable to move. And despite feeling safe and sure that he wouldn’t hurt me, I still went there! My mind scrolled through all the things he could do to me, as I was completely immobile because of his dominance. That he could hurt me or use me for his own entertainment.

But all he did was reach out for my hand and curled it around his forearm, like some last-century gentleman. And with that he started walking, my beasts becoming used to his presence and I slowly gathered my bearings.

Gaping at him, I realized that he was the one leading me, meaning he knew where I lived. Or was he honestly following my old trail? Oh, my goddess! He was! His eyes would shimmer a little brighter from time to time, taking on an almost luminescent glow, and without difficulty, he navigated the streets, taking me home…

“What are you?” I asked, still stunned at the realization that he wasn’t human. How did he hide that? How didn’t I feel it before? What kind of supernatural was he?

“Would you believe me if I told you that I’m a Lycan?” he asked, his lips tilted upward in a wry grin, as he looked down at me. Mentally I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed.

“No,” I replied and laughed. Because whatever he was, he at least had a good sense of humor. There were legends about a mythical beast called a Lycan. Terrifying creatures with the ability to lay waste to entire cities and had supernatural abilities. Like the ability to control fire or read minds. But most historians agreed that they were most likely some derange Dire Wolf that had mistaken for another being.

Lycan’s weren’t real…

“It was worth a shot,” he shrugged nonchalantly – as if that was the end of that.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said with a frown but didn’t stop walking either. Looking at him I could see that he wasn’t exactly an open book, but I didn’t get the ‘I’m about to murder you’-vibes from him either.

Although I didn’t get those vibes last time either…

“Were you born a vampire or were you created?” he asked, ignoring my question. Which would have annoyed me if his question hadn’t stunned me first.

Did he think I was a pure vampire?

I wanted to correct him but thought better of it. Perhaps keeping the whole Hybrid thing a secret was best, for now. Until I and Landon were born, Hybrids were nothing but a theory and because they feared, what the Council or then King might do if they found out about us, Mom and Dad had kept it a secret. Outside of our own pack nobody knew and hell, there were even some inside the pack who feared us as we grew older. Only out of loyalty and respect for Dad had kept them from acting on their fears…

“Erm, born,” I said, as it was mostly the truth. “But I was raised with a pack of werewolves.”

“I see,” he said with genuine surprise. “And how did that go? Aren’t werewolves and vampires mortal enemies?”

“So are cats and dogs, but they get along sometimes too,” I replied, quickly thinking of a way to avoid the truth. And to be honest, other than drinking blood, our childhoods weren’t that different from most kids. It wasn’t until we shifted that we realized that our wolves were very dominant and didn’t willingly submit to anyone who wasn’t Mom or Dad…

“And you got along with your family?” he asked and I was surprised at how genuinely interested he sounded. Sure, we were all guilty of asking the basic questions because we had to, not necessarily because we were interested. But he really seemed to what to know everything there was to know about me…

“They’re the best,” I finished after telling him small things and stories about my parents and brothers. I hated how every time I talked about them, my heart would start aching and my wolf whined because she missed them so much.

But I couldn’t go home…

“And you?” I asked before homesickness struck. “Do you have any family?”

“Annoyingly nosey, but loving parents and four older brothers who hate my guts,” he replied with a sigh in his tone and shrugged. “But what family doesn’t come with a little drama?”

“Why do they hate you?” I asked, curious. I mean not everybody has brothers like mine, but I wondered what could have happened for them to hate him…

He didn’t seem that bad – I think!

“Because I can make them do whatever I want,” he replied and demonstrated his ability again, by increasing the strength of his dominance. But unlike the first time, it didn’t threaten to knock me to the ground. Rather, it just gently caressed my body, as a mild breeze in summer would. It made me feel warm and wanted…

“That’s sort of a jerk move,” I said anyway, understanding how someone might see that as unfair, but not enough reason to hate someone. Mildly annoyed perhaps, but not hate. If his brothers hated him because of this, they were petty as f**k!

“But when you’re the youngest it does have its appeal, wouldn’t you say?” he said with a smirk and glanced down at me with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Without even realizing it, I was laughing thinking about all the way LJ would have rained havoc on the pack if he had that power…

“Ok, you get that one,” I grinned and--- and to my somewhat disappointment realized that we’d made it back home. The apartment building wasn’t something fancy, but the neighborhood wasn’t half bad, it was within walking distance to work and didn’t cost me an arm and a leg each month to rent. I didn’t care that it was only a one-bedroom and the air-condition didn’t work half the time.

It was home…

“This is me,” I said, turning to the tall imposing Russian.

“I know,” he replied and there was a longing and huskiness in his tone that made my knees weak. And it wasn’t because of his aura or whatever his freaky ability was. It was the raw need in his eyes and the promise of a night I’d never forget that made my stomach clench and my p***y throb…

“I just realized,” I said quickly, realizing just how dry my mouth suddenly had gotten. “I don’t know your name yet.”

He stepped closer again and peered down at me. In this light his eyes almost looked green as the color moved, swirling with something otherworldly power, that I’d never seen before. It should have frightened me, but instead, I found myself drawn to it.

It was calling me--- HIS!

“I’m Ivan,” he said, his voice low and deep, and his hand came up so naturally to caress my cheek, I leaned into it without thinking. “Ivan Yahontov. And you?”

“You’re telling me you’re stalking me without knowing my name?” I smirked, teasing him, and enjoyed whatever little time we had left together. Because suddenly, I didn’t want it to end!

“I just want to hear you say it, Moya Koroleva,” he smiled, not denying that he’d been following me around. Not that I didn’t already know that. I’d seen the way he’d been looking at me every night coming to the club. I’d felt his eyes on me, no matter where I was and what I did.

He was there…

“Jane Stone,” I replied, wetting my lips. “But friends call me DJ.”

And the need to kiss him struck me like lightning from a clear sky. I know I shouldn’t. Know that something this perfect and good had to be something bad. But my animals weren’t hearing any of it. They wanted him and they wanted more than just a taste. And f**k me, if I wasn’t considering inviting him to come up with me…

Crazy right?

But then again, perhaps it was just what I needed. Perhaps all I had to do was to get him out of my system, you know?

Yeah, that sounded like a reasonable lie to believe!

Because right now, I was willing to believe that the skies weren’t blue and the grass wasn’t green, because all I could think about, was him!

“Coming up for a cup of coffee or something,” I found myself asking, and nodded towards the door.

“Malys,” he rasped suddenly standing so close I swear I could feel his heart beat against my chest. “If I go into your apartment, the only thing I’ll be drinking is your juices.”

And with that he thrust his hand up, spreading my fold through my pants and soaking up the wetness that had gathered there. I let out a low moan. Was this what Landon felt when he was with Lexi? This overwhelming need to be with and claim?

To make this man my own?

I hadn’t even seen him move, but he’d placed himself in front of me, pushing me up the corner of the doorway and shielding my body from anyone on the street. And thank the goddess, because I was acting like a b***h in heat! Unable to control myself, I grinded my p***y against his hand, aching for relief…

“Meelaya,” he groaned and then captured my lips with his. The instant his skin touched mine, I felt like I was electrocuted with the sweetest ecstasy, and it lit my body on fire! The heat spread from my core and into every limb and organ in my body. Every cell and fiber came alive with raw, unadulterated want and my heart was beating so fast, it might as well be trying to escape my chest.

I needed him!

Naked.

Bed.

NOW!

“I have no idea what you just said,” I panted, tearing my lips from him. “But my answer is yes!”

As in, yes, yes, and YES, PLEASE!