THE LYCAN QUEENS s*x TOY

Chapter 3

The rest of you, inside the truck. Now." Queen Zita commanded, her eyes blazing with fury.

Damon did not move. Instead, he ran straight into the arms of Aurora who was now crying uncontrollably and hugged her tightly.

Aurora clung to him, desperately burying her face against his shoulder, tears spilling hot and fast. They had only seconds before the Lycan Queens dragged him away, but she refused to waste them.

"Damon!" his father's voice cracked like a warning whip with warning, while his mother and the rest of the villagers gasped in horror.

"You must go now!" His mother's voice trembled, begging, but Damon only held on to Aurora tighter, his warmth wrapping around her like the only safety he had left in the world.

"I will see you next week," Aurora whispered, her voice breaking, clinging to a hope that felt like ash on her tongue." I will wait for you." She pressed something into his palm.

"Keep it with you." It's a token of my love.

Damon looked down. It was the wooden star. "Come back to me," she whispered.

Damon tightened his arms around her until he could hardly breathe. Then a feral growl shattered the fragile romantic moment.

Damon's eyes flew open. It was Queen Dorothy, her angry gaze locked onto them as she walked towards them, like she wanted to rip them apart. Damon quickly released Aurora from his arms and turned around and stood between Aurora and Queen Dorothy without fear..

Gasps rippled through the villagers. His mother's hand flew to her mouth in panic, but Damon's spine burned with reckless defiance.

"You belong to the Queens for one week," Dorothy said, her voice rumbling deep and primal. Her heavy chest vibrated with restrained fury, but Damon's anger flared hotter. He was determined not to let the Lycan queens boss him around. He was already burning with anger about being degraded and paraded for the amusement of the so-called queens and now one of them was angry with him for hugging Aurora?"

"Are we going or not?" He demanded in his deep voice as he pointed a finger toward the waiting trucks and the other men already inside the truck. "Or are we just standing here so you can keep glaring at me?"

The villagers froze, horror etched on their faces. Queen Zita and Queen Loretta exchanged wary glances, watching the tension between Damon and Queen Dorothy

"Learn your place human," Queen Dorothy warned, her voice low and dangerous.

But Damon didn't step aside, and his eyes didn't break from hers.

"Can you stop?" Damon snapped irritatingly. "You are tearing me away from the only girl I ever loved because of this offering nonsense, but I'm still here still doing it. So can we get on with it already? I'm getting tired of all this"

Queen Dorothy glared at Damon, this was the first time a human had openly challenged her authority, but funny enough she wasn't even angry. Instead she was intrigued by this human. Then, without another word, she turned around and started walking toward the car.

Damon followed slowly behind her with his head held high, though his insides shook with adrenaline. He risked one last look at Aurora and his family, his mother's tear-streaked face burning into his memory before climbing inside.

The atmosphere inside the truck was warm. The Lycan queens filled the space, Damon was sitting in their middle as their bodies pressed against him from every angle. He was wedged between Queen Dorothy and Queen Zita, his arms brushing against their bosoms. The Queen's big breasts popped out in their dresses like it was going to explode any moment. Strangely the air conditioning inside the car was on but Damon was suddenly feeling hot and suffocated.

"He's the one." Queen Dorothy mind-linked Zita and Loretta.

"Are you certain?" Queen Loretta asked.

"He was born on the night of the Lone Star, the prophecy was true." Queen Dorothy said.

Queen Lorreta looked at him at Damon and smiled, looking in the direction where Damon's eyes were fixed on their breasts." Are you feeling hot?" She asked.

But before Damon could answer, Queen Zita placed her hand on his thighs." Do you want the driver to increase the AC? She asked, her finger trailing along his thighs.

"It's summer, everywhere is hot. and we are packed inside this truck like a pack of sardines."The words slipped out before he could bite them back."s**t," he cursed himself inwardly." You are no longer in the village and the Lycan queens could kill you for talking to them disrespectfully."

Queen Zita chuckled, "What's your name, handsome?"

"Damon."

"Your full name." Queen Dorothy's command cut across his answer like a blade.

Damon's jaw clenched. The queen's authority pressed down on him but his tongue itched with rebellion. He spat out his full name angrily. "Damon Fedrick. Happy?"

Queen Dorothy's eyes darkened, heat rolling off her in waves of possession. Her gaze dropped Queen Zita's hand still on Damon's thigh, and let out a growl.

Queen Zita removed her hand instantly. Something wild and reckless rose in Damon's chest and without thinking, he slid across the seat and pressed himself against Queen Dorothy, deliberately stealing the space beside her.

Queen Dorothy's eyes widened at Damon's audacity.

"I'm hiding from the cold air," He said with a defiant smirk. "And you said I'm yours. So either help me warm up, or let her majesty do it." Damon said boldly.

Queen Lorreta burst out laughing and Queen Zita smirked and Queen Dorothy smiled for the first time, and hauled Damon back to his seat before sitting on his lap. Damon squealed, trying to catch his breath, but Queen Dorothy did not give him that chance. Heat consumed him, a sigh spilling from his lips before he could stop it.

The other queens ignored them. Meanwhile Queen Zita placed her hand on the thighs of one of the men, her tone deceptively soft. The young man trembled like a rabbit, his cheeks flushed red as Queen Zita put her hand under his loincloth and started playing with his cock."Already hard village boy?" She teased him.

Damon looked away, disgust tightening his stomach. They didn't care that he was terrified. He tried to push Queen Dorothy off his lap but her grip tightened around him and suddenly he couldn't move anymore.

"You wanted this. Now sit until we reach our pack or else I will break your bones" Queen Dorothy said. her chest rumbling as she sniffed Damon's body.

"f**k you," Damon spat. Fury lashing out before he could stop it.

The growls that answered him shook the car. Queen Dorothy roared, her Lycan straining for dominance. Her hand closed around his throat, pinning Damon back against the seat.

Damon gasped, but something else simmered there too, he was aroused by what Queen Dorothy was doing to him. He should have been terrified, but instead his c**k was hard as a rock, something that has never experienced with Aurora before. The danger of it, the sheer power of Queen Dorothy pressing down her body against him lit something dark inside him.

"What's wrong with me? Damon muttered to himself.

Queen Dorothy's eyes flashed as she released what was happening. Damon's c**k was hard against her thigh, and the realization sent a shiver down her spine, she wanted nothing more than to tear off the loincloth from his body and sank on his c**k. But she quickly shook the thought off her mind, the offering needs to be complete before she can do anything with Damon. She tried getting up from Damon's lap, but he pressed her down tighter on his c**k.

"Let go." She said in a low voice.

"Make me," Damon whispered, his lips brushing against her ears as she ground against him again.

Queen Dorothy groaned, shaking with restraint, her Lycan clawing for control.

"Dorothy." Zita's warning voice cut through the haze.

Queen Dorothy froze, then tore herself away from Damon with a guttural snarl as she sat back in her chair."Don't tempt me human, you don't have the slightest idea of what I can do to you," she growled, her voice ragged

Damon slid to the far end of the seat, he had regained himself, his hands trembling. He turned his face to the window, hiding the flush that burned across his face.

The blood moon's reflection stretched across the black waters outside endless and red, and the sky was clear except for a lone star sitting next to the moon . Just like the night he was born.

And in the shadows beyond the lake, something stirred.

Something or someone was watching them.