BRED BY THE SUPREME LYCAN

CHAPTER 3

Vanya’s POV

​“Go hide in the bathroom. Now,” Kaelven muttered.

​I ran straight to his bathroom to hide. I slammed the door shut and threw the lock just as the main office door flew open with a violent crash.

​“Where is my sister?” Garrick’s roar shook the walls. “I can smell her scent here!”

​“Your sister isn't here,” Kaelven replied, his voice dead calm. “She headed home minutes ago. After dropping some keys off.”

​“You’re lying. The scent stops right at this threshold,” Garrick barked, his voice coming closer. “She’s wolfless. She can’t protect herself. It smells like her fear in here, and you smell like someone in heat. If you laid a single finger on my sister, I will tear this entire academy down block by block.”

​“Leave my office, boy,” Kaelven countered, his tone carrying an unspoken promise of violence. “Your father’s position won’t save you if you cross the line.”

​“I don't care about my father's position. I care about Vanya. Move out of my way.”

​“Take one more step toward that door, Garrick, and your father will receive your head in a box by morning.”

​“Are you threatening a Beta?” Garrick hissed.

​“I am a Supreme Lycan,” Kaelven’s voice dropped. “I don't threaten. I execute.”

​Heavy footsteps thudded directly toward the bathroom. My heart battered against my ribs as the door handle jiggled violently from the outside. Garrick was forcing it, lunging past Kaelven. I backed away, squeezing my eyes shut as the lock clicked.

​I pressed my back flat against the cold tiled wall, holding my breath until my lungs burned. The raw, terrifying pressure of two high-ranking Alphas on the verge of tearing each other apart right outside the door made the air feel heavy as lead. I knew Garrick was stronger than average, but Kaelven was a lethal machine; if that door gave way, blood would paint the entire office floor.

​When I opened them, the bathroom was gone. I wasn't in the bathroom anymore. I was laying down in a strange room.

​Where am I?

​A shadow moved from the darkness, and Kaelven stepped into view. He was completely shirtless, his broad chest glistening with a layer of sweat.

​“You...” I gasped, scrambling backward on the sheets until my spine hit the headboard. “How am I here? Where is Garrick?”

​“You are safe from your brother,” Kaelven murmured, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over the bed. “We are in my consciousness domain. Outside, barely a second is passing. But in here… my mind belongs entirely to my heat.”

​Panic and arousal mixed into a volatile cocktail in my veins. “Let me out, Kaelven. If Garrick breaks that door—”

​“He won't,” Kaelven growled, crawling onto the mattress and pinning my wrists over my head. “I can’t let you go. I am in heat, Vanya. And I need you.”

​Before I could scream, his mouth crashed down onto mine, his tongue plunging in hungrily and devouring my mouth. His large hands slid up my waist, ripping the fabric of my shirt open to grip my bare breasts. He squeezed them ruthlessly, his big palms heavy and bruising against my skin as a helpless shriek broke from my throat. Kaelven leaned down, latching his mouth directly over my right n****e. He sucked the nub hard, biting the sensitive tip until I whined, twisting frantically beneath his weight. He pulled back to lach his wet tongue over the other breast, sucking it sloppy and deep before crashing his lips back onto mine, completely consuming my frantic groans.

​I twisted beneath him, my arousal spiking, completely consumed by the heat pulsing between my legs. My mind raced with the image of dropping to my knees for him, and as he shifted his weight, I pulled down his towel.

​The sight of his raw, bare masculinity fully exposed in this strange mind-space made my breath catch entirely. Even without a physical body in the real world right now, the sheer, crushing weight of his desire felt terrifyingly real against my bare thighs, driving out every single remaining thought of my brother waiting just outside the threshold.

​After a few minutes, Kaelven growled and pulled back, unable to take the agonizing friction anymore. He spread my legs open, pushing them up even higher. He buried his face directly into my bare p***y, his tongue swiping flat and heavy in rapid circles against my swollen c**t. I shrieked, my body shaking and my p***y spasming against his mouth as he sucked my core ruthlessly. The loud, wet sounds filled the quiet room as he drank my slickness, his thumb grinding hard until I was completely undone and whimpering, tears pouring down my face from the sheer intensity.

​He rose over me, his monstrous length fully hard, thick, and throbbing with dark heat, the tip already leaking. Kaelven spread my legs up even higher against his chest, rubbing the fat head of his c**k up and down my slick c**t once.

​He slammed his fat c**k head straight into my swollen p***y in one massive, brutal thrust.

​I shrieked, my eyes rolling back as my entire body convulsed. The raw, veiny thickness of him stretched me completely wide open, bottoming out against my cervix with a deep, heavy thud. It felt like he was splitting me in half, the sudden, overwhelming fullness layout out a wave of intense heat that paralyzed my limbs.

​“f**k, Vanya,” Kaelven groaned, his deep voice rattling in his chest as his hands locked like iron clamps onto my hips. “You are so f*****g tight.”

​He didn't give me a single second to catch my breath. He immediately drew back to the very tip before slamming back inside me, his balls slapping hard against my asshole with every single plunge. I whimpered, tears pouring down my face as he began pounding me roughly, his rapid, heavy thrusts making my hips bounce wildly against the mattress.