The Lycan Wars- Revised Edition

by Janet MacDonald

  Frank knew by the carnage that Victor had lost himself to the beast. That meant he might end up a target for it. But he would not let Victor burn to death, would not lose another family member if he could do something to stop it. He continued to move forward and saw the cause of the fire. The small fireplace's contents looked to have been spilled out as a body lay partially inside. He now knew the source of the putrid smell. A gun was still clasped in the burning man's hand.

  A hoarse cough came from toward the big picture window. Frank made his way there. The smoke so thick now that even sliding on his belly he was beginning to breathe in too much fumes. The form sprawled on the floor a few feet from the shattered window was a naked man. Frank saw the black thick hair on his head and knew it was Victor. Fighting the urge to stand and rush to the other man, Frank slowly got within arm’s reach. Blood was seeping from three wounds in his chest, his body littered in bite and claw marks. If the smoke didn't kill him, his wounds very well could.

  Frank cleared the remains of the broken glass away from the window. With great effort he dragged his friend through the opening. The both toppled to the ground outside. Frank couldn’t move for a moment, his body demanded he breathe in the fresh air.

  After he dragged Victor a few more feet from the burning house, he was better able to assess the wounds. They were bad and Frank knew if he didn't get him to Ajei soon, Victor was going to die.

  "Oh my god!” He heard Jake exclaim from nearby.

  "I need you to help me get him to the hall.” Frank ordered just before Victor groaned out.

  "Mica.."

  "Victor where is Shea?" Frank asked. He knew he shouldn't make the man talk, but he needed to know his daughter was okay.

  "Jolynn's...Mica... Scott took them there.” He barely managed to get out between wheezy breaths before he passed out.

  Chapter 31

  Frank and Scott had boarded up the front window as well as the kitchen one. The two had left only a half hour ago and the house was quiet. Lea was sleeping in her crib soundly and Mica took a moment to enjoy a bath. As she soaked her mind was on last night. The pack had lost seven allied members, three Feral wolves and twelve kinfolk.

  After her soak, she walked to her room, she looked at her mate in their bed. Victor too had almost died again. Mica watched him sleeping in their bed. As she sat on the edge of the mattress, she knew she’d never survive losing him again.

  He stirred and cracked open one of his eyes, the other was still swollen shut. His body was healing, but the scars from the battle would stay with him forever.

  "Hello beautiful!” He whispered.

  "Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked as she ran her fingers gently over his cheek.

  "A little tender still. How long have I been asleep?"

  "About twelve hours.”

  "Come here.” He demanded softly and pulled her down towards him.

  "You should rest Victor.” Mica told him sternly trying to pull back.

  "I've had enough rest, I want my mate!” He said as his fingers trailed into her wet hair.

  The touch sent tiny sparks of fire over her, her wolf more than ready now for him. She felt her breast tighten and her nipples go hard as he tugged the towel away from her. His rough hands slid around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

  "Victor I need to talk to you.” She started to say but his lips pressed to hers silencing her statement.

  Mica wanted this but as her eyes closed, her mind replayed her nightmares of Collin and she pushed Victor away.

  "Please stop.” The words came out more of a sob than she’d wished and Victor stared at her.

  "Mica I want to make love to you."

  "I can't."

  He stared at her, the hurt look was easy to see in his eyes. "Are you in love with Scott!” He asked her flatly.

  "Scott...Victor this isn't about Scott.” She told him and tried to control the tears that built in her eyes.

  "Then what. You haven't let me touch you, if it's not Scott then what the hell is wrong?” He asked his words almost angry.

  "I need some air."

  Mica pulled herself completely out of his arms and stood and grabbed the towel. She turned her back and wrapped the towel back around herself. The sound of her mate getting out of bed behind her told her he wasn't going to drop the subject. Twisting her back to face him, she saw his eyes reflecting so many conflicting emotions. This wasn't fair to him, she thought. But for some reason she didn't seem able to tell him why this was so hard for her.

  "Mica...If you don't want to be with me why are you staying. Why did you come back?” His words were shaky.

  "Victor I love you but I just can't do this right now!"

  "I can smell your heat Mica...for Christ sake what do you want me to do!"

  "I.."

  "I know you love him...are you planning on sleeping with him?” His words sounded harsh but controlled.

  "Victor you don't understand. Scott and I...we are just friends.” She knew it was a lie but also knew it wasn't the reason behind her inability to make love to Victor.

  Her mate's eyes narrowed and he pulled her into his arms. He yanked her head back gently by a handful of hair and forced her to look into his eyes.

  "Don't move!” He ordered in a guttural snarl as she squirmed to get free. She could sense him semi transforming.

  "Victor stop!” She whimpered as he lowered his face to her hair. He sniffed her hairline down over her neck. As he reached the crook of her shoulder she felt his fangs brushes her Mates Mark and her inner wolf shuddered as did she.

  A bulge pressed against her belly and the towel was tossed to the floor as he freed her once more from it. He was forcing her deeper into her heat; his heavy musk filled the room with his need to mate. The smell had her inner thighs quivering and she gasped as his tongue traced over the flesh where the feral tribal symbol adorned her skin.

  "Get dressed!” He told her as he pulled himself from her.

  "What? Why?"

  "We are going to go somewhere, now go get dressed. I'm calling Shea to watch Lea!” He told her as he pulled on a pair of jeans

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  Collin seethed as he stared down at his ex wife. It had been fun, she’d played the game well and even fought him like a mad woman. Now however she just reminded him of the fact that Mica had slipped from his grasp again and he wanted Lorraine out of his penthouse. He told his men to make sure she left the building he paid her for the tryst. Then he stormed off to the shower after.

  Tonight he and his men would make sure Mica was again in his grasp. Right now though he was due for a meeting with the Governor and it was one he couldn’t afford to miss. This new friendship would prove more than fruitful. The man had a sizable interest in the Hybrid serum; he was after all was kinfolk and wanted to be so much more as well. This connection would garner him an even larger facility and begin work on the final steps of his project. Now not only would Collin’s own money be tied into these projects, but so would the states. It was going to be a very lucrative friendship. The Governor promised millions of dollars to help fund the research.

  As he dried off, he examined the many scratches Lorraine had inflicted on him. She really was a little hell cat. Although they were nowhere near as severe as the ones Mica had left on his body. Still it left him with a strange sense of control and power that he liked. He’d never forced himself on a woman before Mica. It just wasn't something he had to do. Women tended to fall easily to his power and wealth, wanting to get a piece of it through him.

  Mica was different; she wanted nothing to do with him. She’d told him she thought he was disgusting and it had made him desire her even more. This little set back in his plans would be short lived as he’d have her in his bed before the night was over. He’d ensure his brother knew what he planned to do too. It would be the last thoughts Victor would have before he died. Knowing that Collin would take everything from him, his pack, his mate and his child, it would be a fitting remi
nder of all Victor had taken from him.

  With a smile on his lips he walked out of his penthouse. An icy chill ran over him as he stepped into the private hallway that lead to the elevator. Every hair on his body stood on end as he looked at the transparent image of his dead brother Mike.

  "I'll be seeing you on the other side soon.” His snarled words reverberated in Collin’s mind and then the visage was gone. Mildly shaken by the sight, Collin had to steady himself against the wall. This had to be a trick, it had to be the doing of the Valtor Shamans. They had found his home and were playing with his mind.

  Ghosts were not real, he thought. But then again werewolves were not supposed to be real either.

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  The old cabin wasn't the most romantic place he could think of but it was all he could afford. After he cooked her a supper of chicken and baked potatoes, served with a bottle of red wine, he’d ran her a bath with bubbles. Victor put on soft music and made Mica go relax while he cleaned the dishes and prepared the bedroom. Now as he held her hand and opened the bedroom door, he saw the look on her face. Her smile was so worth all of this.

  The look in her eyes pulled at him. The shining blue's reflected the candle light in the bedroom. Victor wanted this night to be special, just for her. The dozen long stem roses, bottle of wine, the Belgian chocolates and the soft music were the precursor to a night of pampering that he knew she deserved. He’d heated some massage oil and as he helped her to the bed to lay down he felt the tension in her body.

  With slick oily hands he rubbed her soft silk flesh. Gently he kneaded her tense muscles in her shoulders. He made sure to get all the knots out before he moved down over one arm massaging before doing the same to the other. Slowly he worked the knots and tenseness away as his hands gently worked her flesh. Her body seemed more relaxed now as he helped her to roll over onto her back.

  The look in her eyes was soft and a tear slid down the corner. Victor leaned down and kissed the tear away.

  "Mica I love you. I only want to show you that.” He told her in a near whisper.

  "I love you too” Her words didn’t sound clouded by her tears and she drew his face to hers. Her fingers trailed over his face, lingering momentarily at the scar from where Greg had shot him.

  "Make love to me!” She murmured and brought her lips to seal against his.

  The smell of her heat filled his nose. It mingled with the smell of the roses and wine. The taste of her tongue as it slid into his mouth set his groin on fire. He was more than ready to be buried inside his mate but wanted only to please her. To take his time and bring her into the throes of ecstasy over and over again before he found his own release.

  Almost timidly her hands traced his body, feeling every muscle in his arms and chest as they ventured towards his lower stomach. The kiss grew in passion and she kissed him harder, more demanding in her need. Victor pulled his mouth from hers and traced her jaw line and down her throat. With light tender kisses he found his way to her firm nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue and she moaned. Victor let his hand massage the other breast and as he rolled her other nipple in his fingers she arched her back, forcing both her breast harder into his touch.

  Abandoning her breast, he kissed his way over the valley of her belly. Tiny goose bumps rippled over her skin as he reached her pelvis. He shook as he lowered his head to kiss the well trimmed curly hairs. The smell of her had him dying to taste her. He shot his tongue out to lick across her tender clit.

  "Oh God!” She breathed out heavily. His tongue rolled the nub softly. He was going to taste her, devour her, until he left her shaking and breathless from his touch.

  Victor slid a finger slowly into her and sucked her clit into his mouth. He felt the tremble run over her body. Mica was already wet and creamy, her inner core hot and tight. With slow steady movements he fed more of his fingers into her until she moved her hips against his face.

  "Victor.... oh yes please harder!” She gasped. He did as she asked and licked harder at her flesh.

  "I want to taste you.” He told her as he released his kiss on her clit. His fingers moved faster and harder into her as she met each movement with trembling thrusts of her hips. Victor was having a hard time to not raise over her and plunge himself into her smouldering body.

  With a shudder her body tensed, her musky smell thickened in the air as her flesh heated. She shook as his mouth took claim of her after he pulled his fingers free.

  "I'm going to cum Victor!” She screamed. Her fingers wrapped in his hair and she held onto his head with a fevered passion. He drove his tongue deep into her and she went over the edge. A flood washed out as her legs stiffened and her body trembled uncontrollably. The taste of his mate was like a potent aphrodisiac and he lapped away at her until she lay still, panting, and her hands went limp within his hair.

  Chapter 32

  With her eyes closed Mica felt his body pull up over her own. His mouth explored her flesh on his way back up to her lips. He cupped her face in his large hands, holding her face with the gentlest of touches and kissed her softly. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her. It was something she’d never done, she didn't even know how to do it, but she now wanted to. Mica pushed him over onto his back, not releasing the kiss and watched his face.

  She pulled her lips from his and stared into his eyes . They nearly glowed with his desire. Biting her bottom lip, Mica felt shy suddenly not sure how to ask him to do what she wanted to.

  "What's wrong Mica?” He asked. Victor looked worried and as the heat rose in her face, he raised an eyebrow.

  "I want to go down on you.” She said in a near whisper.

  "Okay.” He said and his bottom lip trembled.

  "Um.“ Mica could feel her face grow hotter. “I don't know how."

  "Oh...Well um.” He seemed almost shy now himself and it sent a flutter in her chest that her mate too could be as shy as herself.

  "Here give me your hand.” He told her and she placed her hand into his.

  Carefully he kissed each one of her finger tips and then let his tongue follow the outer edge of each one. His tongue was hot and wet, it felt so erotic watching him as he kissed and licked each one of her fingers. Then he slowly took one into his mouth. He rolled into around with his tongue before slowly sucking it in and out of his mouth in long slow movements. Her inner thighs heated at both the sight and the sensation of his hands on instructions. Mica kissed and licked her way down his chest as he continued his sensual tutorial with her hand.

  She’d forgotten how large he was. Now she was unsure if she could do what it was he was showing her. With a timid lick of her tongue she felt the silky heated flesh and he groaned deeper then he’d ever before. The sound fueled her determination to pleasure her mate with her mouth. Mica let her tongue slid along his length then back up, tenderly kissing the head. It twitched in her hand as she held it in place, and as she continued to tease him, his breathing became heavier.

  "Oh god Mica!” He rasped out as her lips descended over him. She took, slow tentative bobs on his shaft.

  The feeling of his fingers twisting into her hair sent a tingle down her spine and she moved her mouth to take more. Every time she sucked on it he twitched and the farther she took him into her mouth the louder his moaning was becoming. It had her wet and excited. The need to please her mate was nearly all consuming and she took a deep breath and buried him into her mouth. She gagged and pulled him out again. Embarrassed by gagging, she cast her eyes to look at him,.

  Victor laid there his eyes glassy his mouth wide open and he didn't seem to mind the fact she’d gagged on him. Again she teased him, kissing and licking him until he was shaking all over. She popped him back into her mouth and steeled herself this time. Slowly she took him to the base, fighting the feeling of gagging and he cried out as his hips pumped to meet her head’s movements.

  "Mica...stop...I'm coming!” He said and as his hips shook the heated spray of h
im filled her mouth. She nearly gagged again, it was very salty and she took a breath before swallowing.

  He pulled her up to him still panting and ran his fingers over her lips as he looked at her.

  "You’re incredible, you know that.” He told her and she felt him still hard and ready. She smiled and moved a hand down to grasp him and then guided him into her body. The feeling of his size had her shaking. She nearly came as he lay there letting her be in complete control of this.

  This is what she needed and as she slowly let her body sink down onto his, she felt him stretch her inner sheath, filling her full of his heated flesh.

  "I want you so much.” She said and his hands explored her body as she sat upright on him. Mica moved slowly at first until she became accustomed to him. She wanted to take her time, relish the feeling of this bond with him. Her hands trace over his chest and she playfully pinched his nipples, his response was to thrust his hips upward into her. The pleasure shot over her like a whip and she gasped.

  He tilted his head slightly a smile on his lips. "I want you to cum.” He thrust himself into her again, this time gripping her hips and grinding into her. The movement had her clit trapped against his flesh and it sent wildfires racing over her body.

  "Again!” She moaned and they moved harder into one another. Her body clasped onto his in a pulsing wave. Her climax built rapidly and as she moved faster and harder on his shaft, she felt the explosion and her world crashed around her. Her mind went numb as she twitched and jerked on top of Victor. The flood seeped out of her body making his slick under her. Victor rolled her off of him and dragged her hips over to the edge of the bed. He got up and then sank between her thighs. His mouth ravished her tender swollen clit and she screamed at the raw pleasure. The overload of sensation tossed her right back into a climax. Mica thrashed about as he held onto her tightly for his feasting.