The Lycan's Maid

Chapter 4

DJ's POV

That’s what he was communicating. And despite the heat that was evident on my cheeks, I found myself moving. I’d never been this bold with a man before and a part of me felt like I shouldn’t do this. That this was somehow wrong and not how things were done. While another part of me was excited. Normally I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the thought of touching myself in front of this prime specimen of raw male and masculinity---

Biting my lips and still holding his gaze, I opened my legs. And once I found myself moving, I found that I didn’t want to hold anything back. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, making sure that he got a good look at all of me. A low rumble of approval ripped from his chest, as his eyes fixated on my p***y. And goddess, if that wasn’t enough to make me dripping wet!

Taking a page out of his book, I made a show of sucking on my finger and twirling my tongue around it, before sliding it between my folds, circling my already swollen clit. Ivan watched me with an intensity that felt like a warm caress to all my erogenous zones. His eyes swirled with lust and darkened until even the white in his eyes had taken on a black hue.

“That’s it, zaya,” he growled low. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

I sucked in a gulp of air. I’d never been one for dirty talk – liking my s*x talk to be in grunts and moans – but this guy… Yeah, he could do it like the best of them! Each one of his gruff words felt like a flick to my clit, and I couldn’t hold back a whimpered moan of sheer need.

I watched as he let his pants drop the floor and his boxers followed after. And yeah, the Goddess definitely had favorites, because not only was he tick and long, but there was also another piercing bobbing at the top of his c**k’s head. And for the life of me, I couldn’t stop my jaw from falling. So, I’d never thought I’d be the girl how found piercings hot, but I just couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like inside of me. And when he gripped that hard, throbbing c**k and stroked it, I was moaning from sensations.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped, and in slow, languid strokes, he pumped his shaft, never once taking his eyes off me. I whimpered, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I couldn’t help myself, but throw my head back, ready to let myself go in the orgasm that was fast approaching…

Only to suddenly have my hands snapped away from my p***y and pinned by my side. I gasped, as a hot, tick tongue lapped at my folds and sucked on my sensitive nub. My breath was coming out in short shallow pants and the fire that had been building inside of me rose to an inferno and exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm that had me crying out his name loud enough to wake the dead.

“My new favorite taste,” Ivan murmured, his hot breath fanned over my still quivering p***y. I moaned and whimpered, as he leisurely dipped his tongue into my opening, lapping up the juices there, and gave my clit one last tug, before he rose up and crawled over me. Once again, his lips locked over mine, and on their own accord, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. My fingers ran through his rough hair, loving the feeling of his strands between my fingers…

Without thinking my legs locked around his calves, wanting to pull him into me and have his c**k fill me. I might just be coming down from the most explosive high I’d ever been on, but my p***y still throbbed, painfully empty. I wanted him--- No, I needed him inside of me! More than my next breath, I had to have him…

But to my surprise, he pulled away with a pained groan, and I whimpered at the loss of his heat. But the feeling of rejection only lasted about a second.

“Condom first, meelaya,” he murmured with a light chuckle. “I’d like to do this right.”

Oh…

Right!

Condom…!

I felt my cheeks heat again. I’d always been the responsible type to – despite being on the pill – I always used condoms. ALWAYS! Even when I tried the dating thing, I never once even considered s*x without wrappings! For me to not even--- well, in my defense, I’d never been this wanton before either. The man above me had the singular ability to make me forget how to think and act and turned my brain into a puddle of need…

“Watch me!”

The command was once again delivered in such a way that left me defenseless and stunned. Without even thinking, my eyes slid to his jutting erection. The condom that he’d had on his hand was unwrapped and with what looked like expert experience, he rolled the latex over the pierced head and down his entire length.

“I need some lubrication,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “Suck it!”

Oh, so he was used to getting his way, I see…

Unable to help myself, I sent him a look that warned him about using that tone with me. I was totally going to do it, no doubt about it, but he didn’t need to know how much of a slut he turned me into. I needed to maintain some sort of dignity and power in my own bed…

Another, low frustrated and pained growl rumbled in his chest as his dark eyes narrowed on me.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, zaya,” he rasped, panting with need. “You won’t like the consequences.”

“Consequences?” I echoed and my stomach fluttered just thinking about all the ways he could punish me. His reply was a smirk that looked almost feral and the gleam in his eye told me, he’d very much enjoy punishing me. And some other time, I’d be more than happy to explore what kind of punishment he had in mind. But right now, my p***y was clenching almost painfully, and I wanted him inside me so bad, I was ready to do just about anything to feel all of THAT inside of me.

Especially the piercing…

I rose, edging towards him and his heated gaze never left mine. He backed off the bed and stood at the end of the bed, as I took a seat in front of him. Without batting an eye, he lifted one leg, settling it on the bed and giving me a perfect view of all his glory. His tuff here was just as dark as his hair and---

And yeah, he was definitely big!

Mouthwatering big…

And with his balls just hanging right there it was too much temptation for one girl to resist. I skimmed my fingernails gently over the sensitive skin and loved the way he shuttered at the gentle, teasing caress. He growled low in appreciation just as his hand came up and fisted my hair. In a way that wasn’t forceful, he guided my mouth to his c**k and although I could pull away and stop it at any time, I didn’t. I let him lead only pausing as the head brushed against my lips.

Wanting to tease him some more, I lapped at the wrapped head, suddenly wishing there was nothing between us. The outline of his piercing clung to the skin and latex and I wondered where inside of me it would rub against.

Opening my mouth wider, I glanced up as I took as much of him inside of me as I could. He groaned in appreciation and for the first time that night, his eyes fluttered shut from sheer pleasure.

“f**k,” he breathed, huskily, his eyes once again on me. “Do you know how incredibly hot you look with my c**k in your mouth, meelaya?” he whispered sensually, and just like that, a shiver of need raked down my spine, making the heat, that once again had begun to pool in my core, spike. He’d already made me come once, and without even touching me, he was revving up my engine all over again.

I wanted him…!

“One day I’ll come in that gorgeous mouth of yours,” he promised with a gleam in his eyes that had me wanting to rip off the condom and suck him off. But he firmly pulled me off him and gently stroked my bottom lip, before he dove on it, kissing me. His tongue thrust into my mouth almost as an appetizer for what was about to come.

With a gentle nudge, he had me crawling back on the bed as he rejoined me on it. His big body draped over mine and as I opened my legs for him, I felt his big, hard shaft rug against my entrance. And the hard metal of his piercing probed against my flesh, adding a sting of pain to the mix of heat and pleasure.

It felt perfect!

Reaching down between us, he rubbed the head of his c**k up and down my p***y, pressing against my clit and making me moan. Then he finally started to push inside of me one torturous inch at a time.

“Ivan!” I groaned, clawing at his back and pressing my heels against his calves, hoping it would make him sink all the way in like I wanted him to. But the fucker just grinned and kissed me gently, before nipping my lower lip with his teeth.

“You’ll get rough and fast in just a minute, meelaya,” he rasped in a low husky tone. “But I’m going to savor the first time I’m taking you.”

First time?

Did he mean he wanted to do this again?

I knew that some part of me--- ok, a very huge, big part of me wanted that as well, but there was still the voice at the back of my mind warning me about trusting strangers. To not let him in and that I should tell him that this was just a one-night stand.

Nothing more!

But then he was pulling out again and did a shallow, gentle thrust that had my already aching and needed walls clamping down on him. I threw my head back and cried out, finally understanding what the meaning of “stuffed” felt like. He was so big and the hard metal probe at the front of his c**k only served to increase the pleasure with the little bite of pain it added.

Suddenly his hands tangled in my hair, and he forced my head back, claiming my lips with his.

“Now, I’ll f**k you rough,” he said warningly, just as he withdrew ever so slowly. I whimpered, wanting him back, and tried to claw at him, hoping to convince him to come back. To fill me…

“And hard.”

He nibbled on my neck. A shutter raked my body and I moaned, leaning back to give him better access…

“And deep.”

Sucked on my pulse and my walls clamped around him hard enough to feel like sweet agony…

“And make you mine!”

Wait---what?!

He thrust all the way in and I screamed as the pleasure built to an unbearable high. His teeth locked around my shoulder, and I felt them sink into my skin as he hammered into me, bringing me higher and higher with every stroke of his big c**k inside of me. He stroked my every sensitive and sweet spot until my vaginal walls were quivering around him. His teeth sunk in deeper and that little bite of pain was enough to send me soaring over the edge.

I screamed out my release, but to my shock and surprise, he didn’t follow me. Instead, he kept on hammering into me until I once again was gasping and moaning for air.

Too much…

Too much!

I wanted to cry out again as another orgasm was building. At this point I was practically blinded by pleasure, a sheen of sweat was coating my body and my brain was both panicking and melting by the overflow of ecstasy that was coursing through my veins.

More…!

I needed more!

His mouth crashed to mine once again and I could taste my blood on his lips. Somewhere far away I realized that he’d bitten me hard enough to draw blood. Something that only mates did--- but I was too swept under by pleasure to pay it any mind. I could think about that tomorrow.

Tomorrow sounded good!

“Ready to come some more for me, meelaya?” he cooed and like a blushing virgin, I eagerly nodded, lifting my hips to meet each one of his fevered thrusts. And just like that he angled his hips and went even deeper. His piercing pounded against my cervix and I shattered around him. My cream of pleasure was swallowed by his hard lips on mine and with a loud groan, he followed me over the edge, letting the pleasure swallow the both of us and drag us under into a peaceful embrace where only we existed…

Ivan peppered a few soft kisses on my lips and neck before he moved to the side, dragging me with him. I hissed when a sudden sharp pain shot from my shoulder all the way to my toes, and I suddenly remembered that he bit me. But I wasn’t panicking like I thought I would if I’d just been claimed against my will. Instead, I felt calm and woozy, as if I was drunk. Fog clouded my mind and a tiredness that I couldn’t explain crept over me, dragging me closer and closer to darkness.

“What-what was that?” I struggled to mumble, gesturing to my shoulder. Ivan lifted his head and gently kissed the mark, making me moan and shutter as threads of ecstasy blew on the small flames of post-orgasmic bliss, making them flair up for just a second before settling down again.

“I claimed you, Moya Koroleva,” he said as if we were discussing the weather.

I frowned.

Say crazy person what?!

But instead of explaining he just kissed my forehead and pulled me into his huge frame.

“Sleep, meelaya,” he whispered softly. “It will all make sense with time.”

Oh!

Well, when he put it like that…

Without even fighting it, I let sleep take me under and I slept peacefully. Hell, I think there might have been a point where my soul left my body because I literally felt reborn the next morning. With a huge grin on my face I stretched, reaching out for the huge body that had been curled up next to me all night---

Only to find the spot empty!

I turned to look around my barren apartment, but his scent and presence only barely lingered, which meant he’d been gone for at least a couple of hours. I couldn’t stop the hurt that coiled in my stomach or the whines that my wolf let out, yarning for her---

Shocked, my hand went to my shoulder and---

Nothing!

I couldn’t feel anything!

I jumped out of bed and--- and missed the small piece of paper that fell off the pillow next to mine and landed under the bed. Ignorant, I rushed to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, frantically gazing at my shoulder. But there was nothing there. No mark, no scar, no---

Anything!

Relief should wash over me, but instead, I felt a bitter disappointment settle in my gut. All that sweet talk, that deep soul-crushing, pulsing connection---

Meant nothing!

Hardening my heart, I quickly convinced myself that this was for the best and that I hated awkward morning afters anyway. Despite the hurt – which I promptly ignored – I then went about my day like I usually did, never realizing that the condom in the trash was in pieces…