Lycan Lover

by S. K. Yule

  She pushed her hands into his hair and tugged him harder against her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, and completely forgetting that she was in an alley in the middle of the night, she arched into him. She didn’t care what they did or where they were. She didn’t care about any of it as long as he didn’t stop touching her. Wouldn’t Sal and Jenny be shocked to see what she was doing? His teeth scraped her nipple, and she cried out and grinded into him harder. He kneaded her ass and roamed his hands over her back.

  “God you are so damn beautiful. Your taste is like nothing I’ve ever known. Sugar, honey . . . you.” He scraped his teeth over her nipple again and enticed another cry from her. “It’s too late for me to stop this, Karen.” He sniffed the air and fixed his half-hooded, sexy as sin eyes on her. “I know you don’t want me to stop, either. Your scent calls to me, teases me, begs me.”

  His voice was low, gravelly, mesmerizing. It promised long, passion and pleasure-filled nights. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him to her while she snuggled her hips closer. He stroked her thigh and skimmed his fingers up under her short skirt to palm her moist heat through her panties. She cried out, and he dragged the fabric to one side and pushed two long fingers into her wetness. Her muscles clenched around him, which dragged another growl from the back of his throat.

  He rested his forehead against her belly and wrapped his other arm around her lower back, urging her to ride his fingers. She needed little encouragement and pumped against him, eliciting pants from him in response to her excitement. He circled her clit with his thumb, and she continued rocking against him. When she neared her climax, he slipped out of her body and bunched her skirt up around her waist.

  He gasped when he saw the fishnet stockings were held up with lacy garters. “You are so damn beautiful.” His eyes burned into hers and his gaze never wavered as he reached down and freed his cock from his jeans, grasped a globe of her ass in each hand, and picked her up.

  Her eyes flew wide when he sprang free from his jeans. He dragged her up his big body with ease. “Anthony—

  “Don’t say a damn word, Karen. I can’t wait any longer. Just wrap your legs around me.”

  She did so without hesitation and he entered her in one smooth thrust, seating himself deep into her wetness. He pushed her against the bricks. He made sure to keep his hands between her back and the wall to shield her from its roughness before he seized her mouth once again while he possessed her body.

  He was big and hard and filled her completely, stretching her to the limit. This was no gentle coupling. He took her just as he had in her dreams, demanding submission. She held on to him while he buried himself into her, pulled nearly free of her body before plunging deeply again. He repeated the movement again and again until she was mindless with pleasure. Her breaths came in short gasps, her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she silently screamed in ecstasy.

  Every thrust of his body was a brand, a claim of what was his. She could feel it deep inside her, feel him deep inside her, and feel her body respond to his demand. She shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t want to give herself to him. But she did. She wanted him to take everything from her. She wanted to take everything from him. She wanted to be imprinted with his scent, his touch. She never wanted to forget this moment . . . or him.

  His hips rolled against her in relentless waves and she welcomed him into her body, her inner muscles gripping him tightly in anticipation of her orgasm. She was so close, yet she wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every caress, every lick. She squeezed her eyes shut while he ravished her mouth and conquered her body. She loved how he felt inside her, how his cock dragged against every sensitive nerve.

  Warmth flooded her womb and spilled over until it reached her skin, heating it even more until a fine sheen of sweat broke out on its surface. She gripped Anthony’s shoulders tighter, pulled her mouth from his, arched into him, and cried out her release into the calm night air. He stilled for a moment, as if savoring her pleasure, before he pumped into her harder, once, twice, three times. He threw his head back and let out a feral growl before coming inside her. Her muscles held him tightly and wrung every drop from his hard body.

  When the last shreds of her orgasm faded, soothing her tight muscles into relaxing and nearly turning them to rubber, reality snuck back in to her blissful brain. She was suddenly very aware of where she was, whom she was with, and what she had done. She opened her eyes to find Anthony’s green ones staring at her as if he already knew what she was thinking. He almost looked . . . hurt. But why would he have any feelings one way or the other over what she felt since he had gotten what he wanted? That did make her feel guilty because she had gotten what she wanted too.

  * * * *

  He thought he’d died and gone to heaven when he’d seen those sexy little fishnet stockings topped with lacy garters. She was beautiful, and he knew she was having regrets already. The one thing he never wanted was for his mate to feel shame for making love with him. Her wide, blue eyes framed with dark lashes, red hair and beautiful, smooth, soft skin would be etched into his brain until the day he died.

  He let his cock slide from her wetness and instantly longed to be back in the safe haven of her warm sheath. He pushed himself back into his jeans and smoothed her skirt down. He picked her coat up and draped it over her shoulders to cover her exposed breast spilling from the shirt he’d practically ripped from her body in his rush to get to her bare skin. He was such a bastard. She tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her back against the brick wall gently.

  He traced the tip of his finger slowly down her cheek, and his body twitched in anticipation when she leaned into his touch. “Karen, I’m sorry this happened this way. I wanted our first time to be somewhere special, some place with silk sheets and scented candles. You deserve the very best, not a ravishing in an alley. But in all fairness, I warned you not to run from me.” He took a deep breath, remembering the hot excitement that had pumped through his veins when he’d chased her down. He’d never be able to change that part of him. The predator wanted to hunt and dominate. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  “What do you mean you wanted our first time to be special? Ha-have you been stalking me, Anthony?”

  Fear shadowed the clear blue pools of her eyes, dulling them to a misty gray. Shit! He was horrible at this. “Look, I’m not good at this dating type stuff.” He pushed some errant hairs off her cheek and tucked them behind her ear.

  “Dating type stuff? Look, I don’t even know you, and what we just did is not even in the same ball park as dating. I have to go home. Please, let me go.” She tugged against his grip and tried to free her arms, but he refused to release her.

  Frustration sparked anger deep in his gut. “You didn’t act like you didn’t know me a few minutes ago.” Her face turned bright red, betraying her instant irritation and embarrassment. Too bad, he wasn’t willing to watch her from afar any longer. She was his, and he would make her understand that one way or another.

  “Yeah, well we all make mistakes. I—”

  Ice snaked through his heart at her words. He had no doubt she had been as turned on and as in tune to him as he had been to her when they’d shared their bodies. This was not a mistake, and he’d be damned if he let her reduce it to such. “Mistakes? This was not a mistake, Karen. Damn it! I know I went about this whole thing wrong, but don’t push me away. We need to talk so I can explain things to you.”

  “There is nothing to explain. We don’t know each other and you don’t owe me anything. Please, just let me go home.”

  Her agitation was clearly winning out over the embarrassment at this point. He captured her mouth once again before she could protest further. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She obliged a few seconds later, and he lazily caressed her tongue in a slow, possessive dance. She tasted of everything he’d longed for, of heaven. She tasted like Karen, his mate. Knowing that if he did
n’t stop, he’d have her back up against the wall, buried deep inside her where he belonged once again, he pulled back from her. He cupped her face between his hands. “Will you really be able to forget me so easily?” He leaned closer to her. “Because I will never forget you. Don’t kid yourself into believing our coming together was a mistake. Nothing could be further from the truth.”

  Chapter Four

  He was right, she’d never forget him, but she had too many questions. And, if she were honest with herself, she’d acknowledge that she’d never think of him as a mistake. Before she could answer, she saw him tense once again. His muscles were strained so tightly she thought they might pop from under his skin. Was he angry with her? A shred of fear crept into her bones, but before it could engulf her, she heard a sound at the opposite end of the alley and turned her head to look. The blond guy with the icy hazel eyes was back with a few friends. Anthony was panting hard, sniffing the air. As she watched him, she realized that he’d known the men were there long before she had.

  Fear made a full-out appearance and caused her stomach to clench. Anthony stared into her, through her, and his eyes began to burn bright green. He turned his head toward the punks. He let out a low growl, very unlike the ones that had excited her a few minutes earlier. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end once again.

  He stood straight, took in a deep, chest expanding breath, and flexed his shoulders. He carefully shoved her behind him and away from the men who were walking slowly toward them. He reminded her of the way a wild animal made itself look bigger to intimidate its foes. She thought it very strange that she had compared him to an animal at least three times already. No one she’d ever met had enticed such a comparison from her before.

  “I thought I already told you once to take a hike, pup.”

  Anthony’s voice was low, gravelly and laced with deadly threat and warning. What was the deal with the pup innuendo? He’d called the man that several times earlier too. Trying not to draw attention to herself, she took a few slow steps back. When she stepped in a crack and her ankle twisted, a small cry tore from her. She watched as Anthony’s back muscles tensed and knew he was aware that she had hurt herself. She was glad she didn’t have those damn stilettos on or she would have probably broken her ankle.

  “Well, I don’t like being told what to do, and when I informed my friends about the little lady there”—Hazel Eyes made a point of craning his neck around to look at Karen behind Anthony—“we all decided she would be just too much fun to pass up.” He sniffed the air and grinned. “And, by the smell of things, you already had your fun with her, so why not let us have a go?”

  Karen’s face burned with embarrassment. How the hell could he possibly know that she and Anthony had been intimate? The men continued to advance, and Karen continued to limp backward. Anthony was big, but the odds were stacked against him, five to one. She had to get out of there, yet she was scared for Anthony. Even though he’d probably been stalking her, she didn’t want to see him hurt or worse, especially over her. But what could she possibly do?

  Suddenly, she remembered she had pepper spray in her purse. But where the hell was it? She thought for a moment. She’d dropped it when she’d made that sorry excuse for an escape from Anthony earlier. She looked around and saw it lying about two feet to her right beside one of her shoes, and she inched toward it.

  As soon as her hand reached it, she heard running footsteps and knew the men were coming at Anthony. She opened the purse, dumped it on the ground, and began clawing through the scattered contents for the spray. Note to self—stop cramming so much crap into your damn purse. It’s not a freaking suitcase.

  * * * *

  Anthony eyed the men. All five of them were young lycans, cocky and stupid. None realized he was about to die, because Anthony would and could kill them all. It would be a hell of a fight, but he was older, stronger, and more experienced than all of them put together. He didn’t want Karen to see this side of him, or at least not this soon. He knew it was going to scare the hell out of her, but there was no way around it. He let his claws slide out and his fangs elongate while fiery rage burned through his veins.

  They ambushed him, as he thought they would. He threw two of the pups off and grinned when he heard the snap of bones and whimpers as they smacked hard against the brick wall. They would heal quickly, but they’d be in a lot of pain for a while. Karen was smart enough to run, but he knew she’d hurt herself when backing away from him. He hoped that the injury wouldn’t impair her escape, yet it didn’t really matter because he wouldn’t let any of these assholes near her. He’d kill them all if they persisted.

  The blond lycan punched him in the face while the other two landed punches and kicks anywhere they could. He barely felt their blows and shook them off as easily as a dog shakes off water after a bath. Two of the pups continued punching and kicking Anthony while the blond headed for a new target.

  * * * *

  Karen wrapped her fingers around the pepper spray a split second before she was grabbed from behind, spun around, and once again pinned to the brick wall. This time, the situation was very different. Hazel Eyes stared at her and her blood turned to ice in her veins. The hands holding her were not gentle and bruised her skin, and his feral grin raised goose bumps to the surface. She kept the pepper spray turned away from him and hoped that he wouldn’t notice it until she had the chance to use it. The closest thing she’d ever felt to terror was when she had stayed late for work one night and the night guard had come up behind her and scared the stuffing out of her. That hadn’t even come close to the horror she felt at this very moment.

  He pulled a handful of her hair toward him and rubbed it on his face before burying his nose in the strands and sniffing it. “Mmm. You smell nice. I bet you will feel nice, too. I can already imagine that sweet little cunt of yours wrapped around my cock.” He reached down and cupped himself. “And, imagine that, it’s already hard for you.” He let out a menacing chuckle that nearly made her gag.

  “Please, I just want to go home.” She palmed the pepper spray nervously and hoped that in her fright, she wouldn’t trigger its use too early. She feared for her life. This man was after one thing. Her. And she knew he’d get it in any way he had to, even if it meant taking her last breath.

  Hazel Eyes laughed. “I don’t think so. At least not quite yet.”

  Before she could utter another word, he ripped her coat open and exposed her breasts through her already torn shirt and bra. His eyes widened an instant before a wicked smile spread wide across his face while he licked his lips. She watched as his hand came toward her. She didn’t want this man to touch her. She knew if he did no amount of scrubbing would ever remove his touch from her skin. He would be an invisible scar forever branded on her. She quickly brought the hand up with the pepper spray, aiming it toward his face.

  Before she could release a stream of the fiery liquid, he grabbed her wrist with blinding speed and squeezed until she thought her bones would break. She gasped in pain and had no choice but to let go of the spray. She watched in horror as her one chance of salvation clattered to the ground and rolled away. “That wasn’t very nice.”

  “I don’t want to be nice, especially to you.” The punches and groans echoing in the alley told her Anthony was still fighting with the other men. At least the odds were evening with only two against one since the other two had gone slinking off after Anthony had injured them. She hadn’t seen much of the fight after that and had only heard bits and pieces while she looked for the now-lost pepper spray. She prayed that Anthony would win against the odds and be able to help her because Hazel Eyes was stronger than any man should be and she knew she could never get the upper hand on him physically.

  “Aww. That’s not very nice. You and me are going to have a real good time. Once I’m finished fucking you, you’ll know what a real man is, and you’ll forget all about that loser down there.” He gave a quick jerk of his head in Anthony’s direction.


  “Don’t count on it. You repulse me. I didn’t seem to have that problem with Anthony.” He snarled, his face twisted, and she immediately regretted taunting him. She’d royally pissed him off. A low growl reverberated from his throat, and those eerie hazel eyes glowed. What was the deal with these men growling, and those damned eerie eyes? Had they all decided to play the same character for Halloween? Maybe she’d figure it out later, if she weren’t dead.

  “Well, let’s just see about that, huh?” He bent and took her mouth with bruising force, grinding the back of her head into the bricks. Tears sprang to her eyes, and when she gasped, he took the opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth. She nearly gagged. She couldn’t go through this. She would rather die than be raped, and she had a feeling he would do so much more than rape her. He would not only take her body but also ravage her mind and soul. She knew she would never be the same if this happened.

  He continued ravishing her mouth and began pushing his hand up her skirt when he was suddenly jerked backward, and Karen was free. Tears streamed down her face, and she sank to the ground after pulling her coat tightly around her shivering form. She looked up to see Anthony pounding on the man. Relief that he was not touching her any longer coursed through her.