CLAIMED BY THE LYCAN

Episode 4

MATING AT FIRST SIGHT

LIZA’S POV

“I… I… was… wrongly judged and condemned to die here” I said but noticed that he did not hear me. It looked like he zoned out as he looked out the window. The dungeon suddenly became hot. Every part of my body was on fire and I just needed more air. Despite the fact that it was a windy evening, I still felt heat.

“Isn’t it hot in here?” I asked, bringing his attention back to me as I used my hands to attempt fanning myself and he smirked knowingly, making me wonder what was going through his mind.

I began to sweat profusely and it was too much for me that I started unbuttoning my dress, revealing my cleavage a little but disregarding the fact that he stood in front of me. Yes, I knew we were mates but just a little cleavage shouldn’t move him, right? I am still a lowly omega and he, a Lycan. I wondered if the Moon Goddess made a mistake while mating us because clearly, we were of different caliber.

I was restless and busy fanning myself, suddenly he flung the locked dungeon doors open, carried me in a bridal style and in a split second, we were in a room. It was a room that smelled of him, one big enough to be an entire palace in my poverty-stricken world.

“What are you…” I started with my eyes wide opened in shock “Doing? Put me down!” I exclaimed and he obeyed.

“Why am I so hot? What is happening to me?” I asked as he facepalmed.

“That is because you are on heat, darling,” he answered and I blushed at his last word; darling. I noticed the look in his eyes was similar to the lustful looks Mr. Alfred gave me sometimes but his was alluring and inviting, however, I ignored it. Did he say I was on heat?

“What! I have never…” I started and began to undress. “I have never felt heat before. I… f**k!” I exclaimed as I turned my back with just my bra and pants on, pacing around, restless. I knew I was in front of my mate but I cared less. I was on heat; a period where all female werewolves crave to be f****d with their mates drawn to them, feeling the same desire; the best time to enjoy mating.

I held myself, trying hard and fighting against this crazy passion. I turned around and noticed as his eyes glowed red on seeing me half-naked. His crotch was beginning to bulge and I smirked in my head, delighted that he wanted this too.

“Mate me! Please… I can’t bear this anymore,” I said and he smirked widely. I wanted him badly; his patience made me think he deserved to access every part of me. I wanted him to have me however he desired.

“As you wish, my darling,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and smashed his lips on mine. I was stiff, like someone who had never kissed before and indeed I had never kissed before. He was my first kiss so I had no idea what to do or how to react but I was willing to learn. I simply watched him as he closed his eyes and kissed my still lips

He bit my lower lip and I gasped, letting him in as he slid his tongue into my watery mouth. I shut my eyes as I began to enjoy the heavenly sensation that the kiss was giving to my body, to my v****a. He turned his head as our noses were clashing. He kissed my lips like his life depended on it and I enjoyed it as I loosened up. For some reason, he tasted like chocolate and I wanted to have more of it.

He attempted leading me to the bed but failed as my back hit a wall. I was a fast learner so I learned fast and took control of the kissing. I used my tongue to play with his and kissed his lip softly. I sucked his lower lip and he groaned, signaling his enjoyment for what I was doing to him. I stayed on a lower lip for a short while and then moved to his upper lips, attacking it as he lifted me and wrapped my legs around him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was enjoying it so much that I spared no second in becoming a moaning mess.

He carried me and led me to the bed. He gently placed me on the bed without breaking the kiss. He looked at me for a split second, I could see longing in his eyes and I was certain mine was replicating it.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked. Deep down, it felt like this was what I lived for.

“Yes… Just f**k me already,” I responded in a matter of fact, making him chuckle a little.

“Calm down, little tiger. The night is still young,” he said, as I blushed. He was right, there was still time but I craved being devoured. I wouldn’t mind being f****d into another day; I was certain it would be blissful. Sure, I was still a virgin but the tales I heard in the inn made me always look forward to this day.

He unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor as he used his left hand to cup my pointy breast and used his right hand to play with the hem of my pants, teasing me. Then he focused on my neck as he kissed it, then he moved to my right ear, sucking and kissing it that I began mumbling meaningless inaudible nothing. He used his right hand to rip off my pants, still using his left hand to play with my n*****s and I smiled widely. I was wet, slimy and ready for a ride but he was a tease. Instead of sliding his member in, he used his fingers and played with my honeypot, touching it, making me release more moans.

“Please… f**k me… please…” I begged, tired of the torture.

“Alright, my darling,” he whispered in my ears, got up and removed his trousers as he aligned his phallus into the direction of my cunt and he uncontrollably forced himself inside. I whimpered because of the effect, certain that he had deflowered me but happy that the tease was over. He began to thrust inside my wet hole and I enjoyed every second of the ride. Sometimes, I called his name quietly as he thrust hard, other times; I moaned in satisfaction while grabbing the sheets and squeezing my toes in satisfaction.

We were too engrossed in the moment that we forgot the door was not locked.

“Lycan, do you have a mo…” Julian said as he barged in. I looked to see a stunned Julian. What the f**k happened to knocking?

“What! The rouge?” he added as he pointed at me.