Mating the Lycan King

Chapter 17: “He’s back!”

Jorden’s POV:

After kissing Nate goodbye behind closed doors, we left mine and Trevor’s bedroom. I went to the training field where most everybody was already paired and with their partners.

“Alright, everyone. Whoever isn’t paired up, find a partner and let’s get to it.” I shouted, clapping my hands together.

Adjusting my sports bra and high waisted leggings, I hear someone clear their throat. Looking up, I’m met with Liam grinning like a goof.

“What?” I quirk a brow at him.

He shakes his head and looks down, “Nothing, Luna. Let’s get started, eh?” He moves a few spaces back and gets in his stance.

I watch quizzically, “We’re partners?” I can feel the fear run through me. I know I’m strong and strong willed but there is no f*****g way I’m beating him! He’s 200 pounds of muscle. And, as shitty as this sounds, he’s easy on the eyes. Like his looks alone are a distraction.

Ffffuuucck.

He chuckles, motioning his fingers to come at him. Groaning in defeat, I take my stance. We start circling one another, finally he makes a move to hit me in my cheek but thankfully I dodge.

His face grew stone like. He must’ve been pissed he didn’t connect with me. While I see his eyes watching my feet, I take my shot and lunge to hit him with an uppercut. Nailing my hit, I grin as I regain my position. Liam growls and throws himself at me, pinning me to the ground with his left arm pressed against my throat and the other placed on the ground by my head holding some of his body weight.

A cheesy smile plays on his face. I struggle with his left arm and realize it’s useless. Thinking quick, I slide my leg up between our bodies and push him off of me, rolling over on top of him. Raising my fist, I slam it into his cheek with all my force. Surprisingly, I split his lip. Sadly, this is going to make training worse for me.

Liam’s head snaps back, his eyes glaring at me with anger. A growl erupts from him as he grabs my left thigh and right arm, sitting up in a flash and tossing me light a paper bag. I hit the ground with a thud and a few cracks. It has to be my ribs since my side is burning in pain.

I can feel the blood from my forehead and mouth flowing down my face, vision is blurry but I still manage to push myself up off my stomach, on all fours. Not that I didn’t bite back tears but I can’t lie, Liam was going to make a fighter out of me. One the pack could be proud of.

A shadow casts over me, looking to my right, I see feet.

“Up you go, Jordie,” Liam chuckles, extending his hand for me. I smile inwardly at the nickname he gave me.

Taking it, he yanks me up. Instead of letting go, I pull him toward me and raise my knee to slam into his gut as he tumbles over slightly. I don’t let up, jumping on to his front and dropping an elbow to his shoulder blade. Now he lays on his back, his arms blocking his face as my fists alternate attacks. Taking note his jugular is open, I open my hand and throw a jab to his throat. His hands immediately circle his neck as his eyes scrunch closed in pain.

I feel the victory spreading through me. Grinning like a mad woman, I pat his head playfully with my bloody smile. Liam regroups quickly, dropping his hands to his sides in the dirt and starts to laugh uncontrollably. I join in, my hands covering my face to hide my joy.

“Ahem…” A familiar voice interrupts out fits of laughter. Eliza howls, “He’s back!”

Turning to the owner of the voice, I see Trevor standing with grey sweats loosely hanging from his hips, exposing his sexy as f**k v-cut. I could feel my arousal start to run through me at the sight of my man. But when my eyes land on his face, I see nothing but anger. Seething, steaming anger. Confusion contorts my face, scrunching my eyebrows together. I wipe my busted lip with the back of my arm and hold his gaze.

Liam breaks my stare down with my mate, lifting me off of him as he swiftly sits up and stands. Releasing my hips once my feet are planted into the dirt once again.

“Alpha,” he bows his head, “It was just training…” Liam assured him. That’s when it hits me…

I was straddling an unmated lycan. Trevor must have been worried about my heat and the close proximity of our naughty bits. I should be scared for myself and Liam right now but my response is the complete opposite. I start to laugh again, but it’s hysterical. I prop myself up by placing my hands on my knees, losing myself in my laughter.

Shooting a look to Liam, he cracks a smile and bites back a laugh. Shaking my head, I regain composure after a few minutes. Trevor hasn’t moved an inch and his stare might have gotten even more enraged.

Turning to Liam, “Go on,” I nod the opposite direction of my livid mate, “We can train more tomorrow, Liam.” He nods but his eyes hold worry. I’m not sure if it’s for me or him but he should relax.

“Have a good night, Jordie,” Liam winks and jets off.

I watch as Liam walks away to the tree line before changing into his golden wolf. Before I can fully turn my head to Trev, I’m being scooped up and tossed over a sweaty, naked shoulder.

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Trevor’s POV:

I bring my palm down flat on her ass, making her yelp. I know the amount of forced I used will leave a mark, but she asked for it.

“Ouch! Hey! Be nice. It was innocent. I was training as you instructed!” She has the audacity to get smart with me right now. Earning her another rough spank.

“Trevo—“ And another one. f**k, I’m livid. She slept with Nate while I was gone… I know, I know, I said it didn’t bother me and it doesn’t but the lack of communication f*****g does. And then I return to find her f*****g straddling one of my ranks? I’m fuming!

Stomping my way through the pack house and up the stairs, ignoring all the greetings I received, I approach our bedroom.

Grunting, I kick open the door and slam it shut once we’re in our room. I smell them in here. The scent is making Dom fight me, he’s angry with our mate but even more so with our brother.

He feels Jorden should’ve talked to us about her feelings and he feels like he wants to rip Nate to shreds for acting on impulse before knowing if he was choosing her or Cassidy.

I toss Jorden on the bed, grab her ankles and flip her onto her stomach. Pulling her so her legs hang off the bed, I grip the back of her sports bra and tear it effortlessly. Next I smack her ass one more time before pulling her shorts clean off in one swoop.

“Ah!“ My girl yelps at the aggression and her sudden nakedness. I dark smile plays on my lips, not that she can see.

Slipping my pants down, my c**k springs free. Instantly I’m on top of my mate, spreading her butt cheeks and thrusting into her hard and deep. I brace my weight on my knees that lie on either side of her juicy thighs.

“Oh s**t,” She groans, her hands fisting the sheets beneath us. I still within her to make sure this is okay. I know I want to take her, but I can’t against her will. Moments pass and she starts to push her ass against my pelvis, slowly swirling her hips.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, my hand fisting her hair, “Tell me, mate, have you been a naughty girl?” I growl while my hips plow into her backside.

Her moans are the only response I get, other than the wet smacks of our lower regions mesh together roughly.

“I” thrust, “asked” thrust, “you” thrust, “a” thrust, “question” thrust, “Jorden!” I can feel her cunt tighten around my pulsing c**k. The way her hips jerk making her ass jiggle and her legs shake.

Smiling down at Jor, “That’s it baby, c*m for your true mate,” my grip tightens on her hair as I thrust in little jabs. I feel myself reaching my climax soon; my balls tighten and my muscles tense behind my glorious woman.

“Trevor! Please!” She sobs her plea.

I tsk, “Answer me, little wolf. I want to hear if you’ve been a bad girl…” Continuing my merciless thrusts, attempting to hold back exploding in her warm, welcoming p***y.

Slapping the sheet with her hands, arching her back, “Yes! f**k, okay! I was a bad girl, daddy,” she finally answers, earning longer and harsher thrusts.

“Say that again, sweet baby,” I coo in her ear after pulling her flush against my chest. Her head resting against my shoulder, my hands moving to her hips, giving them light firm squeezes.

“I—I was naughty, daddy,” she whines, tears pouring down her round, splotchy cheeks.

Pressing my lips to her tears, I groan and go back to slamming into her. The way her grip tighten around me and the way she shakes under my domination is all I needed to reach the release I craved in my time without her. Plowing into her one last time, I shoot my load deep in her depths.

“f**k, baby girl,” I moan, feeling my seed flow into her, coating my d**k.

Her breath matches my heavy pants. I can sense her emotions going into overdrive. I swiftly turn us so I can sit on the bed and her on my lap, not removing my c**k from inside of her.

“It’s okay, sweet wolf,” I try to calm her. Placing gentle kisses onto her shoulder blade, my hands rubbing up and dow her arms.

That did the opposite of what I intended, Jorden started to bawl her eyes out. Instead of trying to pry for answers or to get to the bottom of her emotions, I let her feel all she was processing and hold her close.

Updated 9/9/22