Filed to story: Offered to the Lycan King Novel by Misha K (River & Hunter)
A couple walked past them and they giggled at them. Mia became flushed with embarrassment and hid her face in his c*hest. Elijah growled and the couple hurried away. They roamed around the ship, went to the casino for the next few hours and then went back to their cabin. It was almost evening and Elijah was burning with need.
Mia’s h*and stayed tucked in that of Elijah’s, her heart floating in the sky. She was fully focused on him as the world faded around her. She found herself thinking of when she met him first.
She was just a pup and he was a year older than her brother. Peeving him used to be her best pass time but Elijah never once complained. He would patiently be on the other side of her pranks. Once when was barely seven years old, she had inserted an obscene number of flowers in his hair and called him a faerie. While Hunter had laughed at him, Elijah didn’t even try to take out a single flower from his hair. Rather, he had walked around like that without a morsel of shame. He resembled a preening peac*ock.
Elijah had been through a lot of battles along with Hunter and had been the best Beta ever, but he was a ferocious one. The softest hearts were often wrapped in thick layers of gold. Mia realized that only she was the one who found her way in that golden heart of his.
A tug on her h*and brought her back from her thoughts. Elijah stopped them in front of a small h*andicrafts shop and said, “Where’d you go just now?”
Her c*hest flooded with warmth as she studied his face for the millionth time. Before Mia could say another word, he stepped closer. His voice a low timbre, he said, “Your heart is pounding.’’ He cupped her cheeks as he drew my gaze to him and studied me. Mia swallowed, finding herself staring in his beautiful green eyes. She liked them. No. She loved how they unraveled her. She closed her eyes and felt him stepping so close that she could feel the shallow rise of his c*hest. She couldn’t move away, waiting for his l*ips to fall on hers. And when they fell on her l*ips, she let out a m*oan of relief. His l*ips were soft and firm. He pressed them on hers like silk and slid them softly, breathing her in. “I want to know you, Mia. In every possible way.”
Now she burned with need. She grew desperate with her need quickly. Her h*ands roamed up his c*hest, brushed over his shoulders and n*eck and then tangled in his hair. She pushed her b*ody against his and k*issed. Passionately. Not like he k*issed her. She k*issed him h*ard, drawing blood, meshing her m*outh to his, opening it up to explore the warmth. The k*iss turned hotter, their breaths mingling and their h*ands grabbing.
Elijah couldn’t wait any longer. He gripped her t*highs and lifted her. On a natural instinct, she curled her l*egs around his waist.
“I am going to have you now,” he whispered as he gripped her h*arder. His h*ardness grinded against her c*ore though her chiffon dress.
“Yes Elijah,” she said, not wanting him to leave her.
“Thank the Goddess!” he breathed. He walked all the way to their cabin with her head buried in his n*eck. They heard the people chattering or giggling, other passengers passing by. When she tried to pull away, she was not allowed to. He captured the back of her head and trapped her. His scent of leather and musk suffused her senses like a drug.
He opened the door of the cabin and dropped her on the huge cabin bed. Before she could say that the curtains of the windows were open, the Lycan was above her. He stared at her b*ody as he dragged one h*and up her t*highs.
As her skirt went higher, higher, her breath lodged in her t*hroat and she locked her jaws when he reached the apex of her t*highs. He pulled down her p*anties and then removed her dress. When she was only in her bra and stilettos, he stopped and stared at her b*ody hungrily. A claw came out and the center of her bra tore, releasing her plump b*reasts. He cupped her b*reast and f*ingered her pebbled n*ipple.
Mia clenched her t*highs and his nostrils flared. “Goddess, you are soaked.” He sat back on his knees. “Open your t*highs,” he ordered as his c*hest vibrated with a rumble. And when she opened, he hissed in a breath. “Wider. F*uck yes!” He dropped lower to her crotch and blew it. She m*oaned and then suddenly his m*outh was on her c*lit. Her b*ody arched as she screamed with p*leasure, for he had t*ouched her over there for the first time.
He l*icked her at first and then latched his m*outh over her swollen bud. The sensations were foreign to her. She cried out his name. “I want you in me, Elijah!”
He looked up at her. “Not until your b*ody is shaking with need.” And then he was back s*ucking her. She tangled her f*ingers in her hair as she lifted her t*highs around his head. Something in her belly coiled so t*ightly that she was afraid to let it go. He l*icked her, grazed her and then s*ucked her, in that order. She cried his name as the tension in her belly was t*ightening and t*ightening and then it lashed out like a viper and she screamed.
“Elijahhh!” Her h*ands were shaking as her f*ingers clawed in the sheet, hoping to hold something. Her h*ips bucked and her l*egs t*ightened around his head as o*rgasm hit her so h*ard that she saw stars in her vision.
His t*ongue dipped at her c*ore to lap up all the j*uice. Her t*highs clamped his head and her b*ody arched as the sensations were too much for her to handle.
But Elijah was relentless. He opened her t*highs and continued to l*ick her and s*uck her until she was a boneless puddle, dizzied and m*oaning.
“You taste like the finest honey, Mia,” he rasped when he looked at her.
His m*outh was glistening with her j*uices, his l*ips a little swollen up. She was p*anting, her c*hest rising and falling rapidly. “Show me how I taste.”
“F*uck!” The next instant the wolf was on her l*ips, rolling on the bed. She didn’t know when he got free of his clothes. He pushed her to her back and brought her t*highs over his. His forehead rested on her as her f*ingers slid over his back and then to his h*ips. “I am going to f*uck you brainless now!”
Mia was at the edge of a cliff. When he declared that he was going to f*uck her senseless, she said, “Please do.”
“I am not going to be gentle this time or the next,” he exhaled roughly.
She brought her h*ands to his cheeks. Stroking his skin over there with her thumb, she said, “How many times are you going to f*uck me tonight?”
“I don’t know,” he croaked. “But I won’t be taking a minute’s break with you. I highly doubt that I can leave that p*ussy of yours lonely even for a second.” Seeing Mia’s eyes going wide, he k*issed her l*ips. “Will you be okay with that?” He took his c*ock and rubbed it over her soaked c*ore.
“I am-” She closed her m*outh shut when in one fluid motion, he t*hrust i*nside her. “Ah!” She tipped her head up and closed her eyes when sharp pain stung her.
“Mia!” A drawn out, gravelly voice washed over her as he froze and let her adjust to his size. He knew that it would be her first time and so he didn’t move even an inch. Sweat beads dotted his c*hest and forehead as he looked at her with worry. “Are you okay? This pain will go away.”
She nodded but her face was scrunched up. A tear was on the edge of her eyes. He brought one h*and in the middle of their bodies and started rubbing her c*lit gently. She m*oaned as pain and p*leasure hit her together. Soon her j*uices started to flow and it eased her pain. She shifted beneath him and adjusted to his size and girth. Every cell in her b*ody screamed how right and how perfect was this. A rhythm set in her c*hest that was akin to euphoria that made her forget the pain. When she nodded, he entered a little more. Elijah was losing his self-control but he had waited for her to adjust again.
Mia gasped when he t*hrust himself i*nside her a little more, but p*leasure erupted through her b*ody and it rushed down all the way to her toes which curled. Goosebumps rose and she took a rough exhale.
“Are you fine?” he asked through his clenched teeth. He wanted her to adjust to him as soon as possible. Control was slipping.
“I am,” she said. She shifted more to accommodate him. Goddess, little Elijah was huge. She had never anticipated him to be so big. She had always seen his e*rection through p*ants and once when she had shifted for the first time. It was dark but she admired his length. However, now that he was getting i*nside her, she didn’t anticipate that it would be so thick and long.
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