The Lycan Wars- Revised Edition

by Janet MacDonald

  The kiss felt warm and inviting. The tent was full of people all enjoying the festivities and he didn't care if they saw his public display of love for his pregnant mate.

  "Frank I love you.” She said.

  "I love you too sweetheart.” He replied as he ran his fingers into her hair.

  This night felt so perfect. So many people had shown up and everyone was having such a good time. Even Shea didn't seem to mind the fact that Derrick Mires was here. The young man was trying to make a good impression, having brought her flowers and candy. It seemed so cliché that Frank actually had to stifle a laugh at the poor young man. The two sat together and had been talking in the hall the last time he saw them. He hoped Ajei wasn't going to kill him later when he told her he’d given Derrick permission to become Shea's mate.

  With a twirl, he twisted Ajei around on the dance floor. Her white dress whipped around her as he twirled her around and back into his arms. The glow on her face told him she was having fun. He felt the smile creep wider on his own face as he stole another quick kiss. Tilting her head back, she laughed.

  He saw him at that moment. The man had just stepped into the large tent and took a quick, furtive look around. He seemed lost for a moment then his eyes locked onto Frank as he slowly danced with Ajei. The man's arm came up and for a brief instant Frank thought he was going to wave. He saw the gun, saw the flash of the fire from the muzzle and he heard the blast all within the same second.

  Everything felt as if it had happened in slow motion. The bloom of red sprayed out from Ajei's chest and over Frank. Slumping into his arms, her eyes stared blankly up at him. People were scattering and someone tackled the gunman to the ground. Frank heard someone screaming and didn't even realize it was himself.

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  Victor's hands shook, staring down at the bloodied face of the man tied to the chair in front of him. "Who the fuck sent you. Who was it that gave you the order?!” He roared again.

  "Go fuck yourself.” The man spat out. The crack of Victor' fist hitting him echoed in the basement of the hall.

  "You killed a pregnant woman. Now who sent you!” He snarled. Containing his rage was becoming increasingly harder to do.

  "Oops I missed.” His prisoner said with a pained grin. That was it, Victor lost it and his fist pummeled the man. Teeth and blood sprayed out from his face and Victor felt many hands on him pulling him away before he could kill him.

  The man was half slumped over in the chair; the front of his white shirt was now a deep red and he was gasping out.

  "You need to calm down Victor; he’s no good to us dead!" Anna said as she stepped in front of him and tried to get him to refocus his rage.

  "We know the Alliance is behind this!" Scott said as he still gripped a hold of Victor's arms.

  "I know but I want the man who ordered the hit...I want to know if it was him or not!" Victor snapped.

  If Mica's father had given the order, then he’d personally take him down. He was glad Mica wasn't here to see this. She’d taken Shea back to the house. The girl was in shock as was her father. Frank refused to let go of Ajei, as far as Victor knew the poor man was still in the tent cradling his dead mate. Now Victor would kill whoever had ordered this. The man in front of him was as good as dead once Frank got his hands on him and before that happened, they needed answers.

  Victor grabbed a bucket and filled it with water. He doused the half unconscious man. He moaned out as he raised his soaked head and with only one eye able to open he glared at Victor. "You can do what you want, Frank is still a dead man."

  "I'm only going to ask you one last time...who gave the order."

  "Fuck you.” He lisped out passed his nearly toothless mouth."

  "Scott get me the jumper cables and my truck battery!" Victor said and watched as the man's eyes went wide.

  "I saw this in a movie once, not sure if I know what I'm doing though. It might just kill you, but somehow I think it will work long enough to make you talk before the shocks blow your heart." Victor sneered.

  An hour later the man sat there still and motionless. Anna had checked his vitals and told them he was still alive. Victor had what he needed, now Frank could do what he wanted to him. He stormed out of the hall and headed for his home. His mate's father had given the order and now she’d have to make a choice. To stand with her pack or to stand with her father. There was no more mercy left in Victor. Too much had happened to his family at the hands of Alaric. It was time he paid with his life.

  The Alliance wanted a full out war now they had it. Victor knew the death of Ajei and her unborn child had more than angered the other Shamans. They had all gathered to mourn their Alpha Bitch, all except Shea. The air in and around the small community was almost electrified with unseen energy, and he knew that they were already preparing for their revenge.

  Hell was going to come to the Dickson pack, and with the wrath of the spirits guided by the Valtor women, he knew that none of their enemy would survive.

  Chapter 37

  Mica had stood beside her mate and watched as Frank, Victor and Scott laid out the plan of attack on her father's territory. A month had passed since the night Ajei was murdered in Frank's arms. Mica knew the pain and anguish he was going through, having nearly lost Victor so many times in this past year. Many had wanted to attack the Alliance the day after Ajei's funeral. But Anna had reasoned with them, telling them to go in without a solid plan of action would not only be foolhardy but deadly for them.

  Victor had given Mica a choice; it was the hardest choice she’d ever had to make in her life. She was a Feral now; her father still refused to accept it. She never kept the meeting with him; she couldn’t bear to see his face. She knew he’d never stop until he was taken down and that tore at her heart. But even she couldn't stand by and watch as he destroyed everyone she’d come to love and hold dear. Tomorrow night they would descend on her home territory, and she prayed her familial pack was smart enough to run from what was coming.

  After everyone had left Mica put Lea to bed. The poor child seemed tired tonight, having both Scott and Victor lavish her with attention had wiped her out. Mica sighed as she tucked her little one in. Her heart ached for Lea, she would never know her grandfather. There was nothing she could do about that. Her father had made his choice as did she.

  The soft creak on the floor caused her to look up. The tall handsome man she had come to love more than life itself stood in the doorway with a smile on his face. Mica knew she wanted to get lost in his arms. She walked over and took him by the hand and led him to the shower.

  "What are you up too?” He asked.

  "I need someone to wash my back, and you have such big hands.” She smirked.

  "Hmm well now let's see if I can accommodate you.” He told her. Victor helped her to get out of her t-shirt and blue jeans.

  "You're so beautiful.” He told her as he looked her over. She felt her cheeks burn a little at his gaze. Mica wondered if she’d ever lose her shyness around him. He undressed and she watched, his body was riddled with old and new scars. The muscle well defined, dark tanned flesh and those eyes that took her breath away. They stepped into the hot steamy jets of water and both barely fit in the small shower.

  Mica took her time and bathed him with a lathered up a face cloth. Every time he tried to touch her, she told him to wait until she was done cleaning him. He laughed and let her continue as she washed him completely, even shampooing his hair.

  "Okay you can wash my back now.” She said as she eyed the large stiff erection.

  "You're a tease.” He whispered. He took the soap from her and lathered her skin with slow movements. Victor explored every inch of her body with his wet slippery hands. As both his hands found her breasts, he cupped them and kneaded at the swollen globes.

  He pinched her nipples and brought a moan from her lips. It felt so good to have his hands on her, but she wanted to please him first. Mica lowered herself to a kneel in front of him as the shower rain
ed down over her. She pulled him to her, she wanted him in her mouth, and she licked the head causing him to twitch in her hand. Circling it with light strokes of her tongue then slowing teased the length of his heated flesh. Victor moaned and wrapped his fingers in her long wet hair as she bathed his erection with her tongue.

  Mica wrapped her lips over the silky flesh and gradually took him into her mouth. She’d discovered she really liked to do this to Victor. It was something he really enjoyed and having him at her mercy with her mouth turned her on in ways she couldn't explain. He seemed to love a mouth taking all of him and she did so with a great hunger, still trying to fight the feeling of gagging.

  “Oh Fuck yes, suck on me.” He said.

  The words heated her inner core. He gasped as her hand cupped his tightening balls and she gently kneaded them in her hand. With long slow movements, she drew him all into her mouth and then back out again. The size of him made it hard not to gag, but she kept her mind concentrated on pleasing him. She felt his legs shaking, and his fingers tightened in her long wet hair. She began sucking harder as his hands trembled in her hair.

  “Oh God Mica I’m going to cum!” He shouted.

  With that she swallowed, causing the back of her throat to tighten around him. She felt the thickness pulse and then tasted the salty explosion filling her mouth. His cock was spent now and was beginning to go limp in her mouth as she gently licked and sucked on him.

  “Oh god you’re incredible.” He breathed and helped her to stand. Kissing her long and hard, he held her in his arms, his body still shaking lightly.

  She turned the water off and he wrapped a towel around her as she shivered lightly. Victor looked at her for a long moment and traced his fingers over her face. Lightly he touched her hair before he helped her out of the shower and then whisked her up into his arms.

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  As Victor walked to the bed, his mouth kissed hers, his tongue slipped passed her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth. She may have been a Dickson wolf, but now she was all Feral. Gently he laid her down on the bed, reining in his beast nature. He wanted to make love to her slowly passionately until the sun was coming up. He felt her breath quicken as he slowly opened the towel and pulled in out from under her. Not daring to release the kiss that was growing increasingly fevered between them, he stared into her eyes.

  Victor felt Mica’s fingers trace the side of his face and move down his neck until they reach his chest. The feeling was electrifying and had his flesh rippling with goose bumps. Her hands shook as she explored him. With feathery touches, the soft tips of her fingers traced the outline of his muscles of his arms and chest. As her fingers glided slowly to the edge of his lower belly, he groaned. He may have just come, but he was intoxicated by her scent and it fueled him back to a full erection.

  His own hands shook as he looked her over slowly drinking in every lovely inch of her body. Perfection, no other creature could ever be so utterly perfect. Her legs were well sculpted and long. They met curvy hips that were attached to her belly. He wanted to see plump and round with their next child. That led to her breasts that fit perfectly into his hands. Mica’s eyes glowed with a luminescent cast to them and her moist plump lips trembled as his eyes feasted on her.

  “God you’re so handsome.” She breathed out huskily.

  Victor slid down onto the bed and nipped her ankle and licked his way up along her calf. Her skin was silky smooth and as soft as a cloud. She trembled the closer his tongue got to her inner thighs. He watched her lips quiver as he traced a finger over the outer area around her pussy, teasing her by brushing her clit as he swept his fingers around to the other side. In the orange glow of the nightlight, he saw her creamy wetness escaping from her. With a low growl he licked the pink folds of skin and she gasped.

  With long slow licks he parted the folds and then dipped his tongue into the pool of rich cream. Mica groaned and flexed her hips towards his face. He slid more of his tongue into her. Delicious, he thought as fed on her. Mica’s body shuddered with every deep probe of his tongue and when he slid it out and up over her hard little clit, her fingers wrapped in his hair.

  “Oh yes please, I like that!” She breathed out loudly.

  Sucking the hard bud into his mouth, she moaned louder. He began flicking it with his tongue as he slid a finger into her. It had her gasping in quick breaths. Hot, wet and silky her inner walls gripped onto his finger and pulled. Victor felt her body tense, her legs stiffen and she arched her back and moaned deeply. He felt her velvety sheath contract hard on his fingers as he slowly sank them into her. He pulled his mouth off her clit letting the hard nub slid gently between his teeth.

  “Please I’m going to cum!” She cried between pants of breath. Her need echoed in her words.

  Victor moved to watch and slowly added a second finger into her. It was a tight fit and he watched her wetness coat his fingers as he drove them as far into her as they would go. The vision of his fingers disappearing into her made him want his cock buried deeply inside her. As her soft moans turned to deeper cries, he watched her body jerk and felt the grip on his fingers squeezing so tightly he could barely move them. Looking up at her, he saw her eye's glass over and her mouth open as deep throaty groans escaped her lips. Her breasts heaved on her chest as she shuddered and when she pulled his face back down between her thighs, he too moaned.

  Waiting he teased and licked her hard clit as she squirmed on his fingers. As the flood of wetness flowed over them, he slid his tongue down into her. Victor moved his hands to hold her hips in place for him to devour her.

  “God yes more!” She cried out as her grasp in his hair tightened. She tried to move her hips back and forth on his face. The heavenly cream washed out of her and he drank greedily.

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  Heaven, Mica had died and gone to heaven she thought as Victor slid up over her. His mouth slowly kissed and caressed her body on his way. Reaching her breasts, he took his time letting his tongue circle each swollen mound until he had her panting again with desire. Both her nipples sat hard and erect waiting for his touch, but he teased her by only bathing the lighter coloured flesh of her breasts.

  “God I want you!” He breathed out heavily and descended onto one hard nipple. Sucking it up and then biting it between his teeth sent pulses of fire flaring straight to her pussy and she pushed her hip up into his body.

  Mica ran her hands over his shoulders and through his hair. She wanted him, needed to feel him inside her. As he suckled the other nipple and rolled the abandoned one between his fingers, she felt the rush flood her womb with warmth. It flowed from deep inside and spread over her. The need became increasingly unbearable as his mouth sucked harder on her taut nipple. Victor shifted his weight and moved his mouth up over her neck and across her jaw line and then claimed her lips. They were soft tender kisses and she felt the heat of his cock glide up her thigh as he manoeuvred into position.

  Her mind swam in the love she felt from his kiss. As his bulbous head pressed to the slick wet opening of her body, she shook in anticipation.

  “Oh yes Victor!” She breathed. He stopped and stared at her for a moment his deep brown eyes burned into hers and he growled low and deep. Long pearly white fangs extended from where his canines were and she stiffened. Not from fear, but from knowing she belonged with him.

  “My mate!” He declared and slid into her.

  Mica was left speechless by the feeling of him inside her. Long, thick and hot his shaft sank deeply into her in a slow movement. It made her succumb to the rapture of his body and her bond together. Every inch of her inner walls felt the movements as he slowly retreated out of her and then slowly sank back until she was full again. The sensation had her body igniting in sweet delight as he made love to her.

  Victor kissed her with more love and passion than she thought a person could. The heat of his body lying on top of her and his hand tenderly caressing her face. The smell of his sweat and sexual arousal. The way his
lips gently kissed her own and the slow careful thrusts of their hip's meeting, it was all too much.

  The beads of sweat broke from her forehead as a white flash of heat rippled up her spine. Every inch of the man buried inside her felt delectable. The inner walls of her body enveloped him, held on to him and pulsed with each of his movements. The storm that was brewing deep in her soul was breaking over her. She couldn’t hold on any longer as she tumbled into the sea of ecstasy his body gave her.

  Grasping at his shoulders, she bucked and writhed under him. Her finger's dug into his flesh as she climbed higher and higher into her orgasm. Nothing would ever feel this good, this right. As he stilled inside her, she felt herself contract and convulse over his length. The sensation made him feel larger and thicker and it drove her to newer heights. Victor’s mouth moved from her lips and trailed to the tender flesh of her shoulder. His elongated fangs scraped her flesh and he bit her again on her mated mark. The painful sting of his fangs sinking into her flesh sent a message deep into her soul. Something primal answered it with a welcomed need and she returned the bite in the crook of his neck.

  The feeling catapulted her body over the top as their union was made complete again. Mica shuddered out of control under his weight. Victor pulled his head back and with a roar, he shuddered deep inside her. The reverberation flowed out and over him, his body shook on top of her own. The heated flood of his release mixing with hers within the slender channel of her body had her tears flowing in streams from her eyes. Victor was her world, all she knew and all she ever wanted to know.

  For hours and hours they made love. Victor always going slow and gentle, He brought her body to the sweetest plane of ecstasy over and over again. When they finally lay snuggled up in each other's arms, Mica's thoughts turned to what would happen tomorrow. Mica knew that any one of them could die. She said a silent prayer to keep her family safe.