The Lycan Queen

Chapter Five:

Something in his expression tells me he's not kidding, and I can't help the warmth that starts to accumulate under his gaze. He's still held back by my heel on his chest, but he reaches out, dragging one hand down my leg to my v****a. He begins to play with my lips, ever so casually. It takes everything in me not to relax my foot, not to reward him for what he's done.

"I'm not having s*x with you right now," I tell him. He chuckles, dragging his finger lower, playing around my opening.

"Baby girl, after how well you took me earlier, I doubt I'd fit inside you right now."

I hate that he's right, but my curiosity is peaked. If he didn't bring me up here with the intent of having s*x, what is going on? Before I get the chance to ask, he reaches his other hand into his pocket and pulls out my panties, dangling them in front of me. I relaxed the leg holding him back the slightest bit, thinking maybe he came up here to put them back on himself. He takes every inch of space I give him, digging the heel of my shoe into his chest, his gaze meeting mine as he pushes one long finger inside me. I hiss, feeling the soreness that had just started to subside come raging back. He makes a disapproving sound, the "tsk tsk tsk" somehow making me wetter. He withdraws his finger halfway before slowly pushing two back in.

"NooooAHHH," I groan out. My eyes roll back into my head. As the rest of my body relaxes, my walls tighten further around his fingers, enjoying the pain he's causing. His thumb starts working on my c**t and I can feel myself getting even wetter.

"Please," I beg, the thought of him teasing me and leaving me on edge throughout dinner is horrifying. I roll my hips further into his hand, and he suddenly withdraws from my body. It's as if a gallon of ice water was dumped on me and a horrified gasp leaves my throat. I start to sit up on the bed, but he pushes me back down.

"Baby girl, this isn't a punishment. It's a reward for today. I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. Standing there without your panties. The soaking wet material that was in my pocket all day. How amazing it smells, you smell. You earned this."

His hands find my thighs, spreading them apart as he lowers his head to the apex. He takes a long sniff, letting out a groan. He drops his head, his mouth working me over, rolling his tongue over my c**t. His five o'clock shadow adds the perfect friction. I throw my head back, balling his sheets in my fist. It takes everything in me not to scream out in pleasure. Within minutes, I fall apart on his tongue, my whole body limp for a moment before my thighs clenched involuntarily around his head. But he doesn't flinch. Instead, he pulls them tighter and laps up every last drop of my climax. With one last, long lick and a kiss on my sensitive c**t, he pulls away.

In less than an instant, he's on top of me. His lips crash on mine so hard that our teeth knock together, and he steals my breath away. I taste myself on his tongue. He breaks our kiss, trailing kisses down to my neck. He stops at the sensitive spot where my mating mark will eventually go, sucking and biting. I can't help the moan that escapes me. He's driving me wild, and it's almost enough to set me off just from that. As I grind against him, I feel his fangs elongate, the tips of his canines scratching against my skin. His bites get harder and longer, and for a moment I actually think he actually might break the skin where my mating mark will be. Startled, I put some space between us. When my eyes find his, I see a hunger in his eyes that's almost crazed. But it's gone in a second, as if the space between us clears his head. As his fangs retract, his eyes become brighter, clearer. He smiles sheepishly at me, reaching out to touch my face.

"I'm sorry Lex, I didn't mean to freak you out. I just got a little carried away. I thought maybe you would enjoy it. But I would never mark you without your consent," he says, sincerity in his eyes.

I shake it off, classifying it as just another example of the possessive side he's developed since he turned eighteen. Wolves are possessive creatures, and they mark their mates to show the world who they belong to. But even prior to mating, it's common for wolves to bite one another, like how humans give hickeys. It gives a type of pleasure that can't be described. But unmated wolves steer clear of the spot where a mating mark will eventually go. I've had to cover quite a few of Noah's marks recently, and I'm sure I have some on my neck right now. Sparing a quick glance at the clock, I climb off the bed and stand in front of his mirror, surveying the damage I have to fix within the next two minutes.

I'm a mess. My dress is unzipped and barely on my body at this point, and I have no idea when that happened. It now sits on my stomach like an inner tube, the bottom half pushed up over my hips and the top half pulled down below my boobs. As I quickly adjust it back into place, Noah walks up behind me and zips it. I reach into my drawer and pull out makeup wipes, shoving them into his hands as I bend to put my underwear back on. When my clothes are back in place, I do what I can to fix my makeup, before pulling my hair up into a ponytail. When I turn towards Noah, he's wiping the last of my lipstick off his mouth, but otherwise looks pristine. Grabbing his hand, I hightail it towards dinner.

We make it to our seats in the mess hall right as it starts. Even though dinner is dedicated to celebrating the graduates, it's relatively uneventful, and soon enough the graduates are slipping off into the woods to celebrate on our own.

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Hours later, we're gathered around a fire pit in the woods. Around me, people are drinking, dancing, and laughing. The night air is filled with the crackling of the fire, the faint hum of music from a Bluetooth speaker, and the occasional howl of someone who’s had a bit too much to drink. It’s a tradition—the graduates letting loose, celebrating one last time before stepping into adulthood. As I refill my cup, I spot Flynn, Ryder, and Noah from across the fire. They're chatting with a couple other guys from our pack and, as usual, there's a hoard of girls vying for their attention.

Flynn catches my eye and grins, breaking through the crowd as he starts towards me. As he approaches, the chatter starts to die down, everyone’s attention turning towards us. The moon is high, its silvery glow casting an ethereal light over the clearing. When he reaches me, he wraps one arm around me.

"Are you ready for this?" he whispers. It's less than thirty minutes until midnight, and we promised the Sharps we'd be home before then.

"As I can be," I answer honestly. Jess, Ryder, and Noah appear beside us, knowing it's time for us to head out. Noah gives me a quick kiss before wishing me a happy birthday, and I say quick goodbyes to Jess and Ryder before Flynn and I set off towards the pack house. All too soon, we're home. As we climb the steps to the Alpha's floor, I take a deep breath, my nerves bubbling to the surface.

"This is it," I think to myself, before opening the door to the Alpha's office.