Leonidas POV
One Hundred Years Ago
The sound of skin slapping together fills my dark room. The lycan woman bent over the edge of my bed has her face buried in the pillow to muffle her screams. I have spent years trying to woo this one into my bed. She was hard to catch, but now that I have her, it is kind of disappointing. As hard as I try, I can't even remember her name. She is utterly forgettable.
With my c**k deeply inside her, I still find my mind wandering. I can already tell there is no release for me on the horizon, and I grow tired of f*****g her. As I pull out, she whimpers at the loss of my touch, but if I touch her for one more moment, I might be sick to my stomach.
She looks back with a frown on her face. "Are you okay, Sire?"
"Leave," I hiss through my teeth.
