The Lycan's Maid

Chapter 3

DJ’s POV

He looked into my eyes, seeming almost surprised at what he’d just heard. But then, as if deciding not to question it, a smile curved his lips and he grinned wickedly.

“Take us inside then, meelaya,” he said low and huskily, before stepping away and giving me room to dig out the keys. And I would have, immediately, if it wasn’t for the fact that I needed a second to catch my breath. I’d never before experienced a kiss that literally took my breath away. Even my first kiss was tame compared to that and I’d been crushing on Henry for years. And yet it felt like this kiss was in a league of its own and I realized that, yeah! The guy definitely had superpowers.

Panty-droppings superpowers…!

“What does it mean?” I asked, hating how breathless and husky my voice suddenly had gotten. “Mile?”

I repeated the word back to him, hoping I at least was somewhat on track.

“Meelaya,” he repeated, this time slowly and with a glint in his eyes that made my throat feel dry and had my heart skipping several beats. “And it’s an endearment,” he continued, and for some reason thought that this was the time to brush his thumb over my lower lip. I stifled a whimper and fought the urge to take the thick digit into my mouth and suck on it…

“What does it mean?” I asked instead, banishing all thought of sexy, naughty, and erotic pictures. At least for now and instead focused on Ivan. But his lips just tilted back up into that knowing half-smirk that never failed to make my p***y clench…

“That’s for me to know,” he said and--- and winked! “And for you to find out.”

Mother----

“It better not mean “big ass” or something,” I warned, and finally my hands were steady enough to fish out the keys out of my pocket. Ok, I wasn’t chubby, ugly, or had any deformity that marred my body. And I’d had more than just one person to comment on how perfect my body was. I even had some offers to model, but… They didn’t know the body I saw in the reflection each morning. How uncomfortable I felt in my own skin and how guilty I felt. If I hadn’t been that vain, borderline cockily confidant girl I’d been back then, my pack---

Suddenly Ivan was in my space again and I gasped, when his fingers ever so gently brushed the line of my cheekbone, forcing me to look up at him once again.

“It means,” he said reassuringly. “Loved one.”

The heat in his eyes made my heart skip a beat and--- and the instinct to flee welled in my blood making it thick with fear. Never before had I felt like this. Like a deep soul-crushing, pulsing connection to someone that made me feel like my heart somehow was tied to his!

Beloved!

Mate!

It was screaming in my mind and fear swelled up with the suspicion. If he was my “beloved” – my “fated” mate – then he’d have power over me. He’d have the power to hurt me and hurt the people I loved. He’d---

“It’s just an endearment,” he explained softly as if sensing the panic that was rising in my chest, and reluctantly took a step back. Blinking, I let that information slowly sink in.

Oh!

So… it was like me calling him “baby” or “babe”. It didn’t have any significant meaning other than---

Suddenly I felt stupid for reading way too much into the situation. Perhaps this whole Fated Beloved was getting to my head WAY more than it should. I was attracted to this guy and the second I realized he felt the same, I was thinking forever after…

Stupid, DJ! Stupid!

I scolded myself and instead tried to focus on getting the door open and letting him follow me inside. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if this really was a good idea after all. Sure, if he’d been human, I wouldn’t have had a problem taking him down – or if he was a werewolf or vampire – if he turned out to be some kind of serial-rapist-killer. Right now, however, I found that not knowing what kind of supernatural he was, didn’t scare me as much as it should.

Actually, I felt safe with him…

Which was strange since I hadn’t felt this comfortable or safe around men since---

I opened the door to my apartment and stepped inside, letting Ivan follow me inside. Seeing him inside my tiny apartment I suddenly realized how utterly small it was. Sure, shifters normally were on the larger scale in--- everything! But despite Ivan not being the biggest, broadest, or tallest shifter I’d seen, his presence still had the singular ability to fill a room just by being there. Ever since he unleashed his powers on me it had been a living thing that surrounded us and pulsed between us. But now – stuffed into this small place – it filled every nook and cranny, making it almost seem claustrophobic. And no, I wasn’t the type of person how was overly materialistic, so the rooms were mostly bare, with the exception of a sofa and a coffee table in one corner, the small kitchenette and bathroom, and the bed at the far wall.

It suddenly felt cramped…

Turning towards Ivan, I was just about to apologize when his lips came at mine again and I was swept into a kiss that threaten to make my knees buckle.

Goddess, that mouth!

His tongue swept over my lips and without a thought I opened up to him, giving him everything that he wanted. And when I tilted my head slightly to give him better access, he dove on me, thrusting into me as if showing me what he’d do to me later…

I heard the door shut behind us and barely a second later, Ivan’s hands were under my tank-top and raking his hands over my abdomen. His hands were warm and rough, like someone who spent a lot of time using them. Which I really shouldn’t be thinking about right now, because that made me think about other ways he could use those fingers…

“You’re wearing too many clothes, zaya,” he rasped, and I could feel his lips move against my earlobe, making a shiver of delight run down my spine. “Let me help you with that.”

He was surprisingly gentle when he tugged off my jacket and top. His eyes moved over my body, but not in a way that made me feel like I was just some THING to f**k. But as if I was someone he wanted to burn to memory. Someone he wanted to remember and soak into every pour of his own skin.

As if I was precious…

He shrugged off his jacket and threw it in the same direction that he’d thrown my clothes. And I gulped when I dot to look at that prime body. I’d sometimes caught glimpses of him at the bar without his jacket on, but up close I could see every line and craves of his muscled biceps and bulging pectorals. Goddess, he was gorgeous! The black T-shirt despite hanging loosely around him, didn’t do anything to hide his stunning frame. And with those low-hanging jeans, he looked like he just stepped out of a girl’s wet dream.

And here was here!

With a gasp, he scooped me up into his arms and then placed me gently onto my bed--- which I suddenly realized would be barely big enough for him to fit! He was huge and my bed just---

As if my thoughts somehow amused him, he grinned and put one keen on the bed. His big body dwarfed mine as he leaned over me and gently nipped and sucked on my neck, paying extra close attention to my marking spot.

“You think too much, meelaya,” he murmured and moved one hand behind my back, unclasping my bra. “Stop! And just enjoy this.”

My bra landed somewhere on the floor and looking down at me, a low appreciative growl rumbled in his chest. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. I didn’t have huge breasts, but enough to fill a small B-cup. However, right now, my n*****s were taut buds and hard enough to cut diamonds.

I needed him to suck them and put an end to my misery!

But instead, he let a single finger dip between them, drawing a line from my sternum all the way down to my navel. I sucked in a breath as the sensation not only made my core clench but somehow managed to make my n*****s even harder. They were literally aching with the need to be touched and I just barely managed to stifle a whimper by biting down on my lips.

Hard!

“All this beauty just for me,” he rumbled, his voice thick with animalistic desire, and the color in his eyes swirled. The blue swirled with black and reminded me of dark epoxy, giving his eyes an otherworldly galaxy look.

Beautiful!

It was the only word I could use to describe it as, as my breath came out in short shallow pants. How I’d ever thought that this magnificent creature could be human, went above my head just at the moment. But I knew that more than anything I wanted him. I wanted him to rip my pants and panties off and just f**k me already because I NEEDED him inside of me!

NOW!

But what did the jerk do?

With a flick of the wrist, he undid my jeans, and just as leisurely and unhurriedly as he’d taken off the rest of my clothes, he took off my jeans and panties, leaving me naked on the bed.

Panting for him!

“Perfect,” he murmured and with an expression filled with unsaturated lust, he finally came down on me. His tongue lapping and flicking over my taut buds. I cried out in relief, as he alleviated the pressure that had been building inside of me. My back arched pushing more of my flesh into his mouth. On their own accord, my fingers twirled into his hair and I realized that it was surprisingly thick and rough, but my fingers easily combed through it and fisted it, holding him close. As if rewarding me for my eagerness, a low purr vibrated against my breast and sensations burst under my skin, feeling like sparks erupted through my entire body.

“Ivan,” I moaned as he let go of one breast just to suck, lick and toy with my other n****e the same way he’d done the first. I moaned and groaned and whined, wishing I could pull him on top of me and have him sink inside of me. My p***y was angrily clenching on absolutely nothing and the fucker had been careful enough not to let any part of his body touch mine, other than what he wanted.

But I knew he was hard!

I could smell his arousal mixed in with my own and it only edged my beasts on even more. My blood sizzled and my wolf was scratching at my mental walls, wanting to expose her neck to this powerful being on top of us…

Suddenly, he lifted himself off me and---

Stood?!

Confused I lifted to my elbows and watched him as he stood behind the bed and just looked at me with those dark, swirling blue eyes.

“Touch yourself!”

The roughness in his command made a shiver run down my spine and my core felt like molten lava. I found myself swallowing hard and although I wanted to do what he told me, I also found it too embarrassing to expose myself like that…

“I---,” I began to argue, but snapped my mouth shut when his fingers whet to the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. My mouth became impossibly dry, and a small gasp escaped my lips.

Holy mother of--- ABS!!!

If the Moon Goddess ever had a favorite child, I just found him! This guy had muscles on top of his muscles, but not in a way that made him look like he was jacked up on steroids. Every inch of him was toned, smooth, and oozing power and confidence. His body looked hard, yet soft at the same time and I was itching to stroke my fingers over all that warm, lickable skin. His chest was firm plates with n*****s just a little darker than his golden skin. From one n****e glinted one silver piercing that I instantly found incredibly hot! His abs were visible thanks to the low-hanging jeans and the V-line---

I sucked in a breath when he – without ever taking his eyes off me – unbuttoned said jeans and agonizingly slowly unzipped them. Embarrassed for no other reason than his utter and complete boldness, my gaze snapped back to his. My heart was thudding in my chest so hard, I was sure he heard it, but I couldn’t help it. He had my blood boiling and calling out to him. My wolf was howling, rolling in his dominance and power, eager to do his every bidding. But---

His lips curved just the slightest that made the fire in his eyes light up and had my heart skipping beats. He’d stopped his movements and was just looking at me. As if challenging me…

I’ll move when you do!