The Lycan King Faceless Mate

07

Margaux

"f**k," I moaned, my voice thick and unrecognizable in the dark room.

The heat inside my blood was rolling over me in waves, completely erasing my focus. I couldn't control the urge anymore. The thick wetness between my thighs was a throbbing ache, and the worst part of it all was that I couldn't control my wolf. She was scratching at the walls of my mind, demanding a release I didn't know how to give her.

My right hand kept thrusting inside my p***y, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't making the burning go away. I desperately needed something else: a remote, an object, anything to ease this intense urge. With my left hand, I began blindly tracing the sheets around me, searching for the bedside switch or anything I could hold onto.

My moving fingers didn't hit a wall or a plastic switch. They landed flat against a surface that was completely solid, warm, and rocky hard.

A deep, masculine voice growled from the darkness right beside me. "Urrghhh."

My eyes popped wide open.

My fingers kept tracing the form by reflex, the solid muscles of a chest, shifting downward until my palm hit a heavy, rigid erection. The sudden realization hit me like a bucket of ice water. It was a human. A man was lying right there in my bed, completely rocked hard.

I gasped, instantly jerking my hand back, but before I could pull away, a large, calloused hand snapped out of the dark. He caught my wrist with a firm grip, forcing my palm flat back down against his thick length.

"Should I help you with that?" his thick, rough voice asked.

The mattress shifted heavily under his weight. In one smooth motion, he climbed directly on top of me, his massive frame pinning me flat against the pillows. I wanted to pull away, to push his chest and run out the door, but my arms wouldn't obey. I had never felt a pull this intense in my entire life. Inside my head, my wolf was suddenly giggling and happy, completely accepting his weight.

Just one night, I told myself, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. It's dark. He is a stranger, and I am a stranger to him. If I don't satisfy this urge right now, I feel like I might die. Margaux, just use him.

Before I could even finish convincing my own mind, my hands were already moving up his chest. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, my fingers digging into the fabric as I pulled and ripped the rest of his buttons straight out of their holes. I yanked the shirt completely off his shoulders without waiting for his assistance.

My palms slid over his bare skin, my thumbs brushing roughly against his rigid n*****s.

"Urgggh," he groaned, his head dropping low.

I traced his six-pack, my fingertips mapping every single line and hard muscle on his chest, climbing upward until my fingers finally landed on his face, tracing his soft, full lips.

"Should I f**k you?" he asked, his dark eyes boring into mine through the shadows.

I nodded immediately, my jaw trembling. "Please," I begged, my hips twitching beneath him. "Please."

He didn't say another word. He merged his lips with mine, slamming his mouth down in a deep, bruising kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his short hair as I rubbed my body against his. His large hands began moving, tracing every single curve of my ribs until they finally landed on my round breasts.

He cupped them firmly, squeezing the soft flesh, and I let out a sharp breath straight into his mouth. The kiss continued, hot and deep, while his thumbs began circling my n*****s. He broke the kiss for a split second, put his thumbs directly into his own mouth to wet them, and then went back down, circling my erect n*****s with his wet thumbs.

"Fucccckk!" I screamed, the pleasure hitting me so hard that my nails dug deep into the skin of his shoulders.

He separated his lips from mine, dragging his mouth down the length of my throat. He bit gently along my neck, tracing his tongue downward until he reached my breasts. He opened his mouth and sucked down on my breast, devouring the peak like it was his first time tasting anything at all.

I threw my head back, my hands ruffling through his thick hair as my eyes rolled toward the ceiling. He kept cupping and lifting my breasts, licking his way down across my ribs, over my flat stomach, and straight down to my groin.

He grabbed my thighs, forcing my legs wide apart.

"You smell so nice that I can't wait to have a taste," he muttered, his hot breath brushing against my inner thigh. He looked up at me. "Can I?"

I nodded frantically, my hands gripping the pillows. "Do everything you want with me. Just do it."

He leaned down. The moment his warm tongue flipped through my wet p***y, I completely held my breath. "Ghaaaadd!"

I squeezed the bedspread tighter with one hand, using my other hand to hold the back of his head, pulling him closer. His tongue devoured me, flapping and stroking around my c**t like his entire life depended on it. Then, he dipped his long index fingers straight inside my wet warmth.

"Urrrghhhhh," I moaned, my back arching off the bed.

He parted me wide with two fingers, finding my c**t and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. The friction was so intense I thought I would burst right then, but suddenly, he stopped. He pulled his hand completely away, leaving my throbbing c**t exposed and aching for more.

"Please f**k me," I begged, my voice cracking as I tossed my head side to side. My heart was beating fast, it could explode anytime soon. "Please, I can't bear it anymore. I need your c**k inside of me!"