The last of the Lycans

Chapter 13

Ryan’s POV

I was getting my fill of every woman I could think of. Some I hadn’t had yet. But none of them seemed to do the trick. No matter how many I f****d, I still couldn’t shake the tension. I knew this was because of her. Once I set my sights on a target, I couldn’t let it go until I got it. I had found myself lurking outside her window night after night. I could see her scanning the area; she knew someone was watching, but she just didn’t know who. A couple of times I f****d a girl right there; she could have caught me easy enough, but she didn’t.

I was about to f**k the girl sucking on my hard c**k. I was thinking what it would feel like if I slammed this c**k into Eliza’s throat and watched her eyes water as she gagged. It made me harder than I already was, and a moan escaped my lips. This girl thought it was for her; she had no idea. Just as I was about to pull her off, bend her over, and f**k her all night, my phone pinged.

I grabbed it from the table to look, and it was her! I let out a low growl, and the girl, “Kasey,” I think her name was, stopped for a moment. I grabbed her head and slammed it down on my c**k. I opened the message. She texted me! My plan was working. I texted her back and asked what she was doing. She said she was about to go for a run. A run? I wondered if I could “accidentally run into her” while she was on a run. I didn’t reply.

I sat my phone down, and I picked the girl’s head up from my throbbing c**k. I bent her over with force, and I slammed into her. I didn’t give her a second to adjust. I needed this release so I could go find Eliza. I slammed into her over and over, thinking only of one thing: Eliza. Before I knew it was blasting my load hard. I grunted. Not fully satisfied, again. This girl didn’t even get off herself. Not that I cared. It wasn’t about her.

She whimpered as I got up. A dissatisfied look on her face. I told her, “Get the f**k out!” She had tears in her eyes but quickly left the room. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I left my house and shifted as soon as I hit the grass. I ran towards her house. I figured she would be in the forest behind her place.

Caught

I was walking through the forest in no particular hurry. I enjoyed feeling the wet earth and smelling the forest smells. In this area where the spring was, there was an abundance of wonderful-smelling flowers, of all colors. I would stop and literally smell the flowers every time I ran through here. It was one of my favorite things about this spot. I made my way slowly toward the spring. I shifted back as soon as I got there. I still couldn’t shake my arousal. I knew I had to take care of this, and then I could go for a swim, maybe.

I looked around. It was quiet. No one ever really came this way. It was kind of like my secret spot. I leaned up against a nearby tree. I could feel my arousal slide down my leg again. I reached a hand down and slid a finger between my folds, feeling my arousal coat my finger. My body was on fire. I hadn’t had this much trouble controlling my arousal in a long time. I wasn’t even in heat anymore. My body quivered as I continued to explore my folds until I found my sweet spot. At first, I rubbed slow circles around my c**t. My breathing picked up. My heart was so loud it was pounding in my head.

All I could think about was him. Ryan Lancaster. With his hot abs, sweat beading down them, strong hands, beautiful green eyes, chiseled face, strong jawline, lips I want to suck, my fingers moving faster now. I’m panting like a mad woman. So turned on, so close. I push a finger inside; it feels foreign but not terrible. I push deeper, finding a sweet spot inside that makes me clench down tight. My movement is fast, and before I know it, I am toppling over the edge. My arousal is pouring out, my body vibrating from the orgasm tearing through my body.

Just as I am starting to wind down, I hear it. A bone-shattering growl and movement in the nearby bushes. My eyes fly open, wide with shock. Did someone see me? Oh, my Goddess, how embarrassing. As I try to get to my feet, I see him running right toward me. His eyes are green with a mix of black. He is a huge black wolf with beautiful fur. He pushes up against me, and I am now against the tree. It is painfully rubbing against my back. His aura is dominating, fierce, and he is definitely an alpha. But I know this isn’t Alpha Kyle.

I forget about the wetness between my legs momentarily, and then he is between my legs. Inhaling deeply, and before I know it, his tongue takes a taste. A low vibrating growl, and then he shifts. Standing before me is none other than Ryan Lancaster. His eyes are a mix of arousal and something I can’t quite name.

Embarrassment immediately floods in. I avert my eyes, and my face is red. I can feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest again. How did he find me? It dawns on me that I texted him before I came out here. What was I thinking?

I suddenly realized he is naked in front of me. I can’t help but look. His c**k is hard as a rock, precum is glistening at the tip. He is huge! I can’t imagine that ever fitting anywhere! I realize he just caught me staring as he is now looking down, and back at me with a smirk. Could this moment get any worse?

I feel frozen, like I can’t move. What am I supposed to say right now? He just caught me m**********g in the middle of the woods like an i***t.

Ryan: “What are you doing out here?”

So, he isn’t going to mention what he just walked up on?

Me: “I told you I was going for a run?”

Ryan: “A run? That isn’t what you were doing when I walked up.”

I was bright red again, still averting my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

Me: “I.. I wasn’t doing anything.”

He scoffed.

Ryan: “Right. So that sweet juice stuck on your leg that my wolf just licked off wasn’t your c*m? And the soft moans that I could hear from a mile away weren’t you?” He raised his eyebrows.

I could feel his eyes boring into me. What am I supposed to say right now?

Ryan: “If you wanted to scratch an itch, I could have helped,” he finally said.

Me: “What? I told you I just want to be friends.” I huffed.

Ryan: “Friends can be friends with benefits, to you know.” He smiled.

Something dark was in his eyes, something more than lust. It made me feel uneasy, and my wolf was unsure.

Me: My voice cracked. “Um, I’ve never..” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

Ryan: “You are making it hard to keep my promise.”

I shook my head, and my whole body shuddered. What is wrong with me? I just got off. I can feel my arousal pooling again. My head and my body are fighting for control.

Me: “I didn’t expect anyone to be here. No one ever is.” I kept my eyes averted.

He leaned closer. His c**k was close enough that I could feel it brush against me. It twitched the moment it did. I looked down, staring at it once more. His breathing hitched. His heart was loud; I could smell his scent, woodsy. I couldn’t stop the arousal from sliding down my leg again. He let out a low growl, his eyes glazed over. Someone was talking to him through a mind link. He huffed when they returned to normal.

Ryan: “I have to go. My dad needs me. This isn’t finished.” He spat angrily.

Why was he angry?

With that, he turned, shifted, and ran back into the forest where he emerged from. I was left a breathless mess. What just happened? How could I ever look him in the eyes again?