by Garnet Hart
“Fine.” That money could be used for his pack’s welfare and now he was spending it on a luxury jet he won’t be able to use afterward.
But then again, maybe he won’t stay in Midgar for long, too. Maybe it was time for him to return to Asgard and negotiate with Odin again about Vanar’s freedom.
“It’s a great investment,” Gustavo said as though he knew exactly what he had in mind. “It’s about time you got one of your own. A god like you deserves the finest things in Midgar.”
“A god should no’ need any of those manmade stuffs.” He’d rather shower the luxuries to his pack. He was generous to his pack to the extent that their houses were better than his. He intentionally did not want to live in luxury, for the reason that he was here in Midgar to atone for his sins and not to enjoy a lavish lifestyle.
“So what do you use in Asgard for travelling?”
“Portals. We have them all around.”
“I see. Well, humans can’t make portals, so you’d have to make good of the plane while you’re here.”
“All right. Thanks a lot.”
He just dropped the phone when he heard footsteps coming quickly to the living room where he was standing. He turned and saw Ginny step into the door, her face marked with weary.
“What is it?” he asked.
Ginny was nervously fidgeting with her fingers. “The Elf… she’s run away.”
His eyes widened. “Are you sure?”
“I asked her to go to the market…”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I told you—”
“I followed her there! She was no’ in danger!”
“And?”
“Well, she was teased by the bitches…”
“And you enjoyed watching her get humiliated again, I suppose,” he sneered.
Ginny bowed her head. “She did just fine defending herself. One of the vendors brought her back here. She was safely back so I went to do my chores. And then she was gone. It looks like she went deep into the forest. I lost her scent at the river.”
Lior turned to look out of the window, toward the direction of the forest.
In a few hours, the sun will set.
Stupid, little wench! Dammit!
Chapter 10
Gasping for breath, Asra sat underneath a tree to rest. She had been running for quite a while now.
She followed a path away from the barn and it led into the forest. Before she realized what she’d done, the path had disappeared and she had to find her way back.
But she was so tired. In her terror, she just ran and ran not knowing where she was going.
What she’d discovered in the huge barn made her sick. That was all she could handle. Everything about those Lycans was frightening and horrifying and she could not bear to live with them even for a day longer. Those bottles of blood! Where did they come from? She shuddered at the thought that they came from humans. Maybe the Lycans had been butchering humans for their blood consumption! And what happened to the human flesh? Maybe they ate all of them, too! She shuddered in horror again.
She leaned on the trunk of a tree and closed her eyes. Just a few minutes and she’d be on her way again. Before nightfall, she must be able to find her way out of this forest.
Curse those Lycans! When she got back her castle, she’d run them all out of Skye! Those whores who humiliated her at the market will scream like witches as they burned at the stakes. That bastard Lior will be gutted and quartered! All of them!
“Oh father, I miss you...”
Her eyelids drooped.
When she opened her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the moon above her.
Startled, she quickly rose up and looked around her. It was already dark! Not even the light of the half-moon was enough to illuminate her surroundings.
“Damn it!” She had fallen asleep longer than she should have. But this was not the time to panic. She had to crawl out of this forest if she had to.
Before she could make a move, she heard a loud howl of an animal. She froze in terror. Now, that was certainly not an ordinary dog.
Frightened, she climbed up the tree she just slept under. Her speed amazed her. She had not known she could climb that fast until now.
She heard more howls, louder this time. It only meant they were now approaching.
She should be safe up this tree branch, but still she felt terrified that she could hardly breathe. What could these creatures be? As far as she knew, the wolves had been extinct in Scotland since the sixteenth century. Or could these be Lycans, in their werewolves form, searching for her? Oh Lord, they will eat her now!
She closed her eyes and prayed to all the gods if anyone would even bother to listen to her. If she had her bow and arrows, she won’t feel so helpless.
She spotted them in the shadows. She saw a pair of eyes glaring in the darkness. Holding her breath, she waited as the beast moved under the moonlight and she realized it was indeed a wolf. She thought it was alone, but two more came.
They were looking at her, grunting and drooling like she was nothing but a piece of delicious meat that they’d soon shred into chunks with their sharp teeth.
She tried to be brave. “Come get me if you can, slobbering beasts,” she dared them.
As though the wolves understood her, one jumped up and buried its sharp claws into the trunk to keep itself in place. As it punched its claws higher onto the tree, the other two followed.
Asra was bewildered. She couldn’t believe they were actually climbing up, and soon they could reach her!
She climbed higher, wishing that the tree was taller. Her bravery wouldn’t help her this time. Then she held something soft and slimy. She pulled her hand away, knowing what it was at once.
The hissing she anticipated came right at her face. She lost her balance. She screamed and fell.
She was lucky the soil was soft and the thick grass somehow absorbed the impact of her fall.
The wolves jumped down from the tree and were now coming to her… their pale yellow eyes glowing as they were assured of a hefty dinner.
She was done. The Miss of MacLeod would meet her demise as a delicious meal for these starving wolves. How insulting!
Then a giant monster came leaping out of nowhere and wrestled the three wolves. The wolves whimpered and ran away like little puppies.
The monster slowly turned to her.
She screamed again and crawled away. The creature kept coming forward, his orange eyes glaring brighter than the moon. Even just in the shadows, it looked huge and so tall, its long, razor-sharp fangs luminous in the dark telling her how easily it could chew her flesh into shreds of delicious meat.
“Stay away!” she ordered, trying to sound courageous even though her voice shook like a leaf. “Don’t come near me. You see, I’m an elf, and we’re not edible. We’re poisonous!”
The creature stopped and growled as though it was in pain. It was her chance to run away, but before she could move, she saw the monster change shape into something else.
A human!
She watched in horror as the human lifted his head and she saw his face.
Lior!
She was paralyzed in combined horror, shock, and relief. Finally, she had seen a Lycan for real!
So this was how a Lycan shifted. It was something beyond her human understanding, but she’d just seen it with her own eyes. It was real!
It was hideous in all aspects...but she somehow felt a strange fascination for it, too.
She could only look at him as he stepped closer to her without anything to cover his body.
He stopped a foot away from her. When she looked up, his towering height and flexing muscles frightened her. His eyes were back to grey, and blazing with fury. However, she was more afraid of that piece of hard, thick flesh jutting from his groin and pointing directly at her face.
“You really thought you can get out of here alive?”
She had been terrorized by the wolves but her fear wore off the moment she saw him ag
ain. “Why, are you going to eat me yourself now?” she mocked him.
He leered. “Maybe I would.”
She couldn’t believe he was still perfectly formed after his transformation from that monstrous form! It was simply impossible. But the man standing in front of her was as real as the Lycan he was just a minute ago.
“You are obviously not of this world. How come you look like a human being?” She couldn’t stop her curiosity.
“You only see my outward appearance which is similar to the human form but inside, I have a different DNA sequence from a human.”
Her brows furrowed. “DNA?”
“Genetics. That’s a scientific term used by human scientists to differentiate life forms from one another. Our bodies are composed of genetic cells. Humans have a different DNA sequence than Lycan Alphas and Elves’ too.”
“In what way?”
“First we can shift from this human form into a Lycan form in mere seconds. Our bodies are very tough, flexible and resilient. We can move probably a hundred times faster than a regular human and we can withstand forces that would easily kill a human.”
Her jaw dropped. “You don’t die?”
“Unless beheaded or blown to bits. Our brain does not regenerate fast enough once injured. The rest of our bodies heal fast. But even then, it’s hard to crack our heads. Our skulls and bones are like steel. We can only be hurt by weapons forged by the Dwarves and Elves. Ordinary blades made by humans can’t hurt us. Bullets can hurt us a bit but not enough to kill us as our bodies flush out alien objects immediately.
“Dwarves?”
“Another species that dwell in Svaltalfar. They are a very mean lot.”
“And those bottles in the barn...they contain blood, don’t they? Where do they come from?”
His brows knitted, and then his face softened. “Is that why you ran away? You got scared?”
“Are they human blood? Did you kill people?”
He fell silent. She thought he wouldn’t answer her, but he did. “No, Asra. They are cow’s blood.”
Relief flooded her. “Cow’s blood? But...but what are they for?”
“I have answered your question. That is enough. It was stupid of you to run into the forest at sunset.”
Out of gratitude for saving her life, she did not dare argue. “I’m sorry—”
“My forgiveness does no’ come that easily, Elf. You’ll have to earn it. Take off your dress.”
She gasped, but her core involuntarily clenched at the implication of his command.
“Take off your dress or I’ll rip it off of you.”
She could try to resist him. But her body won’t let her. She was alive with a different energy now.
Her terror had dissipated now that he was here. Truly, no matter how she hated him, she knew in every fiber of her being that she was safe when Lior was around.
Her hands moved to pull her dress up and over her head. When she stood before him naked, his eyes were already raw with hunger. Her eyes feasted on his body too, from the rippling muscles that made up his magnificent frame to the hard gigantic flesh jutting out between his legs.
Indeed he was endowed with a size that probably no other man could compete with, but its size had never threatened her. In fact, it made her want him even more.
“Now you’ve seen how hard I am, let me see how wet you are,” he said and stroked his shaft, teasing her.
Asra’s cheeks flamed but she was mesmerized by the way he was touching himself.
“I want you so much, Elf. I need to come inside you now. You’re dripping wet now, aren’t you?”
She couldn’t lie. Her sheath throbbed and she was so wet she could smell the musk of her own juices. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
She stared at him blankly.
“Show me, Elf. Show me how much you want me.”
She spotted a big tree branch just beside her, suspended about three feet from the ground. Driven by her own need now, she slowly sat on the branch and bent her knees up to her chest, spreading her legs apart, watching his face harden and his eyes glow with pure animalistic lust as he stared between her legs.
“You have the most beautiful cunt, Elf.” He knelt on the ground before her. His face was inches away from her cleft. “Open it further with your hands. Show me what’s inside.”
Wanting nothing else but to please his dark desires, she reached between her legs and separated her folds. He inhaled and exhaled sharply as though he had seen the most awesome thing, blowing hot air over her quivering flesh. “Fuck, you have the most responsive clit.”
Indeed, her clit, as he fondly called that little sensitive nubbin between her folds throbbed as longing coursed through her body. She needed to be touched by him so badly.
“You look so delicious and you’re dripping wet. I can see your juices flowing.”
Her face flushed in embarrassment. “Damn you!” she whispered, not really angry but impatient. “Will you touch me already?”
He chuckled. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I swear I’ll…”
“What will you do if I don’t stop teasing you?”
Asra wanted to beat the hell out of him. He wanted her to tell him exactly what she wanted, where she wanted him to touch her. “Lior, my whole body aches,” she whimpered.
The bastard really loved it whenever she begged like that. With a smile on his face, he reached up to cup her breasts and flipped at the peaks with his thumbs.
Her eyes instantly shut closed as she relished the delicious sensation, aware at how quickly her nipples distended. Then she felt his hot breath coming down on her.
Oh my lord! He used to do this to her but the sheer intimacy of it still shocked her. But oh, how good it felt!
His tongue was on her clit. Overwhelmed with pure pleasure, she threw her head back. She moaned and thrust her hips, demanding more from him. He slowly circled the tip of his tongue around the tender nub before flicking over it repeatedly.
“Ooooh, that’s so good. Don’t stop. Ohhhh!”
He stopped. “What do you want me to do with you, Elf?” he asked her again.
At that moment, she couldn’t care less what he did, as long as he would not cease giving her pleasure. “Anything!” she shrieked. “Do anything you want! Just don’t stop, damn you!”
“Ah, my feisty little vixen. Is it all mine to do whatever I please?”
“Yes, yes. Anything! Touch me, lick me!”
He replied by putting her legs over his shoulders, holding her hips firmly and then taking her clit between his lips, sucking on it like it was the most edible morsel.
She grasped fistfuls of his thick hair, pressing his mouth harder against her center. “Yes, that’s it. Oooh god!”
His deep moans vibrated against her nub, sending her to a frantic bliss until she was whimpering.
He did not stop and she knew this was exactly what he wanted—to make her scream in pleasure and beg him for more.
She moaned louder as his long tongue rimmed her dripping entrance before thrusting inside her quivering channel. It moved firmly inside her, finding that sensitive spot that sent her senses spiraling out of control. She could feel the tension drawing nearer. Just one more thrust of his tongue and she was there.
But he stopped.
Frustrated, she opened her eyes and found him rising to his feet.
“I will no’ let you come so easily, Elf.”
He held out his hand to help her on her feet. He lowered his mouth on hers and greedily sucked all the sweet nectar he could take. She responded, her tongue darting out to meet his invasion. His palm molded over one breast while his other hand slipped between her legs.
“You’re going to take all my cock in this little cunt of yours, Elf,” he murmured against her mouth, his fingers dancing around her dripping entrance. “I’m going to fill you up completely and make you scream so loud in the middle of this forest.”
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p; Her breath tightened, and her heart thumped so hard. Even his words were enough to draw her arousal to the edge. “You will fail. It is you who will be howling like the Lycan that you are.”
He smiled and slowly impaled her with his finger. She whimpered and bit down hard on her lower lip as pleasure washed over her. She thought she could still hold herself, but when he crooked his finger inside her to touch that bundle of nerves just behind her clit, she lost it.
Her cries echoed around and the forest animals had awakened from their sleep and complained.
“That’s it, Elf,” he encouraged. “I want to hear you scream some more.”
She held on tight to his shoulders, her nails digging onto his flesh. “You’re such a bastard,” she gasped.
“D’you no’ like it? Or d’you want another finger?”
No, her mind retorted, but the yearning of her wicked body was stronger. “Yes! Whatever you want.”
He smiled and inserted another thick digit, filling her, stretching her. “Is this enough?”
“Deeper.”
“You are so tight. You have always been so tight, Elf. It will be a very long time before I’d get enough of you.”
He rotated his fingers repeatedly and her inner muscles adjusted to accommodate the invasion. Oh, how badly she needed this! “Oooh, yes! I’m almost there!”
Just as her inner muscles began to tighten and quiver, he pulled his fingers out.
“Damn you!” she cried desperately. “Let me come!”
“I told you, Elf. You can only come when my cock’s inside you.”
“Then put that monstrous thing in me right now!” she ordered.
He chuckled. “My dear Miss of MacLeod, even in the throes of passion and you are the one in dire need, you just dunna know how to ask properly.”
If her body was not shaking in desperate need for release, she could have slapped this oversized piece of arrogant ass. But not until he’d given her what she needed. “Please,” she forced the word out of her mouth.
Smiling, he turned her around and lowered her face down on the grass, and then he knelt behind her spread legs. Snaking his arm around her waist, he lifted her bottom until his cock head touched her dripping entrance.
