He pulled her up by her firm ass cheeks and sat her down on the polished conference table. He cleared away a few locks of auburn hair and whispered into her ear, all the while his cock kept up its delicious torment of her flowing pussy. “What can I say? We love to get the blood pumping.” He kissed down to her cleavage. “People are too civilized...restrained these days...too stiff for a good time!”
He clawed down the middle of shirt and split her bra in half. Both her shirt and undergarment fell to the sides in neat tatters and left her beautiful breasts exposed. He looked at her perky endowments and teased her pink nipples to points.
“The scent of blood is like the call of a woman in heat. Irresistible.” His fingers wrapped around the curves of her soft breasts and she moaned like a songbird.
Her hips inched forward off the edge of the table, perilously close to penetration by his masculinity. “The moon makes us who we are, and nothing can change that. Not bribes, violence or terror.”
His fingers sailed through her hair as he stared into her eyes. Full of desire and submission. Yearning to be used for pleasure and lead by his dominance. “The politicians wanna change us, tell us how to live. As if they knew best!” He pulled against the small of her back, bringing her closer and closer to penetration. To her ultimate fate.
She did not resist.
“We won't be changed. We're perfect as we are. Our only crime was that we exist.” He pitched forward against her and kissed her neck.
She gasped as she felt the smooth head of his cock nudge against her silken folds, on the cusp of laying claim to her body and soul. She shivered in anticipation.
He held her face in between his hands and looked into her eyes.“Chicago is where our future begins. And we're here for our place at the table.”
Kaylee gulped. Her breath trembled and her hands shook. “And...what are you here for?” She half-knew the answer but asked anyway. Before the inevitable. How she craved it.
“You.” He leaned down and kissed her with animalistic fervor. Kaylee pulled his head further into her lips and whined with pleasure. She longed to drown in the hot passion that his lips offered. And for a moment, she was lost.
Blissfully lost. Manly hands pressed her full breasts together. His tongue sparred with hers, their shared saliva a prelude to what they would share later. Her belly writhed and pussy fluttered with great expectation.
An expectation that was fulfilled when his hands moved from her jiggling breasts to her beautiful back and pulled her forward. Straight onto his impaling cock. She sobbed into his mouth at the deep pleasure of being so filled.
Old prejudices were sundered before ecstasy. She was torn, but the inner conflict only amplified her pleasure. How could something so forbidden feel so good? How could the Lycans be bad? With each powerful thrust into her center, each lustful squeeze on her flesh, the question faded from her mind and slowly became a statement.
Lycans aren't bad. Lycans are good. Lycans are to be embraced.
The realization made her quake with white hot searing desire. Her sobs were as muffled in her lover's mouth as her thundering heart was behind her heaving chest. She needed him with every fiber of her being.
She broke away from his lips to scream. “Yes! Fill me up!” She steadied her arms behind him and threw her lithe hips back at her ravisher, driving up at his pussy drenched cock. Irregular gasps, soft and quiet, streamed from her mouth as she wrapped her shapely legs around his waist.
Drew pumped and thrust into her with the urgency of an animal claiming a new mate. He felt her body tighten and her vaginal walls tense around his shaft. She too, was as desperate to receive what he was impelled to give and their eyes reflected that truth.
He had become mesmerized by her heart shaped bosom, as it leapt to and fro from their vigorous rhythm. At once he grabbed on and squeezed her perky chest and elicited a fresh wave of aroused moans from her lush lips.
Kaylee felt tears roll down her rosy cheeks. Tears of both pain and ecstasy. With each aggressive plunge into her sacred center, she felt the former lessen and the latter mount, higher and higher. She had never been so vocal before, but now she couldn't help it.
She was going to come. And for the first time in her life, she had no control for when pleasure would claim her. She loved him for it.
Drew felt the beginning of the inevitable. His advanced senses picked up on the subtle clenches of her belly, the jerking of her smooth legs and the quivering tightness of her spasming pussy. His lupine gaze pierced through the veil of dim light and he beheld her pretty blue eyes, dilated and widened, the anticipation before the storm.
Then it happened, and he felt every exquisite sensation of her release.
A flood of her feminine nectar washed over their loins and her inner walls contracted and sucked around his shaft like a second mouth. She bounced her ass cheeks off the cool, hard table and slammed against his hips as she quaked to the savage orgasm.
Drew grinned, and watched her eyes flutter and her lips part as her body was ravaged by the climax. He felt a stings run down his back and realized it was her nails. “Oh god! Fucking come in me! Now!” she screamed.
She bounced on his cock like a maniac and whipped her hair back and forth. Her back arched like Aphrodite herself, trapped in the flames of passion. And her warm, perspiration slicked skin slid against Drew's taut, muscular stomach.
Drew pulled her off the table and let her convulse atop him while he held her up. Her lush breasts pressed against his solid pecs and he brought her ear to his lips. “You're mine now.”
The truth of his words set her off again and she screamed in ecstasy. She threw her pussy back down the length of his rigid cock. “I know!” she gasped, the only words she could squeeze out before pure ecstasy robbed her of speech.
Just as the world had tried to rob her of truth. The truth of the Lycans. Had her father lied to her, or was he just mistaken? It didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the heated rapture of their union.
Her head swung backward while she pushed her breasts forward and Drew saw her mouth widen into a silent scream of agonized bliss. Her glistening body shook some more, and Drew bounced her ass back down on his virile manhood.
She gasped with each passionate slide down his cock. His quick and furious pace drove her into a chain of climaxes, and for what seemed like eternity, her vocalizations had been reduced to a series of lustful moans and incoherences.
When Drew pulled her back, and pressed her against his chest, she rested her head on his wide shoulder and held onto his back for dear life. Her breath was heavy and her body shivered to the electric pleasure that coursed through her veins.
The gentlest of whispers wafted from her hoarse throat. “Finish it...make me your mate...”
He wiped a strand of damp hair from her forehead and kissed her neck. “In time, Kaylee. In time.” He pushed her back on the long conference table and with a quick step, joined her too. She leaned up to kiss him but he turned her around instead. “Bend over.” he commanded.
She got on her elbows with a smile on her face and licked her lips. She wiggled her ass in the air before him, tempting him to lose all control. The thought made her sigh, increasing the sexual euphoria that still throbbed in her veins. Her mind was delirious with pleasure.
His hand swept along her smooth back, up to cup the curvature of her hanging breasts while the other hand spanked her ass, and made her whine and gasp. She took a long, drawn out breath when she felt his cock slide down into the wet folds of her pussy.
At last. He was to mount her in the Lycan way. She was to be made his Mate. The idea sent a slow burning wave of heat up through her core and made her shiver.
Her breath exploded forth from her lips as his hands clutched onto her proffered ass and rammed her from behind. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around his cock, closing around it like the missed intruder it was.
She met his eyes over her shoulder and told him everything with but a look: her body was his an
d his alone.
Drew felt a rush of adrenaline at her sultry gaze and pounded into her with renewed vigor. Her silent message had broken all barriers of civility, and for a moment, the instincts of the Lycan overpowered his more human self.
He growled and groped her tits, squeezing as he thrust into her with no mercy. There was a climax to reach and an unmarked female to conquer. That was all that mattered, that he deliver what she was destined to receive.
His musk had inflamed her lusts to the point of insanity. She pushed back against his passionate thrusts, howling and sobbing each and every time. His hands had fallen to her to flat stomach and used her to steady himself as he filled her again and again.
His stamina never faltered. Like a jackhammer he thundered into her, and she panted and moaned as he pounded her harder and harder. The loud squelching of her sopping pussy filled the air, a more carnal accompaniment to her arias of ecstasy and longing.
Her wet, plush vaginal walls sucked and clenched around his virile weapon with wild abandon. She too had surrendered the vestiges of her humanity, and cared only for the savage pleasure that had filled them both.
Like a lioness, she curled her back as another heated orgasm took her, shimmering up her spine and exploding over her body. Hot tingles danced across her skin and she lost herself. She slumped down on the table and left her ass high in the air.
He loved how she had lost it. A crumpled heap of feminine flesh, gasping and moaning her pleasure into the dark as he kept up his relentless pace. Clear, sweet nectar ran down the back of her toned legs and glistened in the night light.
His skin radiated intense heat and his blood pumped with primal vigor. He was close to fulfilling his ultimate feral need. His ultimate instinct.
He could smell how vulnerable she was, her pheromones were not blighted by the tell tale scent of synthetic birth control...she was unprotected. Defenseless and ripe for his virile seed.
Her manicured nails clawed into the conference table as he rode her. “Fuck me... take me... fill me...” she muttered, still lost in her orgasmic haze. She could sense he was close and longed for his inevitable release. The consequences didn't matter, not when the present was so full of pleasure and desire.
She was his bitch, and he was her alpha wolf, come to claim what was rightfully his.
Drew was mesmerized by the jiggling of her supple cheeks as she threw her backside at his manhood. That succulent image; and the delectable softness of her breasts and her slick pussy pushed him over the edge.
Erotic fire rushed up his shaft. His hands slid down to her glistening hips while his own pitched forward, and his legs stiffened. He felt her body tremble and convulse erratically as she pressed down to the root of his cock. Nature had taken over their bodies for what was to come.
“Fill me up, baby! Mark me!” she moaned, her voice the only sound in that precious moment of silence.
He stabbed forward into her womanly center and roared in triumph and relief. Tension left his body and fled through the head of his engorged cock in powerful, virile spurts. He held her tight as plumes of pale liquid fire jetted into her willing womb.
Kaylee held herself tight and gasped softly to each pulse of his masculine weapon. “Yesss...” she hissed. The sheer pleasure of being seeded triggered a full body orgasm. Like a crashing wave it took her, and she shook and sobbed as his hot offering lashed against her inner walls.
She knew this was risky, but that only intensified her arousal. To submit to that which she had been warned against all her life was intoxicating. The threat of her father's judgment terrified and thrilled her soul. Goosebumps broke out over her skin from the sheer taboo of it all.
All those years of tales, carefully constructed narratives and half-truths, shattered the moment a real Lycan entered her life. They were not to be feared, but embraced! She arched her back and moaned her rapture into the air as he pulled her hair. How wrong she was about them.
They were just like humans. Only better.
Her body shivered as her pussy milked him for every potent drop. His offering was devoured by her hungry womb. “I can feel it in me...so hot...so good.” she sighed, and felt her inner walls clench repeatedly, even though he had been well drained. Nothing could go to waste.
They stayed still for a moment, Kaylee to relish the sensation and Drew out of masculine instinct. He pulled out slowly, and her pussy let him go with reluctance. Her soft folds tugged at him with pleasurable friction as he drew his manhood out.
Pearlescent fluids dripped out over her pussy lips and down her smooth thighs. She closed her eyes and let out a tremulous sigh. She had just been mated by an apex predator of human civilization. The best of the best. She felt strangely proud and content of that. Her hand drifted down to her belly and a satiated moan escaped her lips, sensing his hot mixture stew within her womanhood.
She felt him slide off her slick back and heard him cough. She turned around and saw he sported a blank stare. He was exhausted, and his muscular chest heaved to his breath. Kaylee felt a bit of pride that she was able to take so much out of such a robust man.
She ran her hand along his thigh with a feather light touch. “Thank you, Drew. That was... amazing.”
Drew smiled but then looked up to the ceiling. He had sensed something. Senator Peralta. Shouting and very angry. “We have to leave. Now.”
Kaylee frowned. “But we just finished!”
He put his hand under her chin and drew her close. “Kaylee... we've just begun.” She smiled and looked at him with kind eyes. “Your dad is gonna lose it, if he hasn't already.” He leapt down from the table.
“And before you ask, yes, I have a place. We'll be safe.” His ears twitched to thundering footsteps on the floor above. “Get your clothes on.”
He proffered a hand. But when she took it, it was more than just a help down. It was an offer into a new family. She didn't give it a second thought. She hoped her father would understand, how the Lycans just wanted to be free...and how she didn't stand a chance the moment an alpha entered her life.
Kaylee knew now.
She was where she belonged.
***
Senator Peralta rested the weight of his head within his palm as he sat within his high rise office that overlooked the city. “Please tell me you found her...” his voice quavered with grief and rage.
“No sir.” said Phillips, head of his security detail. “We checked the floor below and every other, but no trace. My men are looking over camera footage now.”
Peralta threw his head back into his seat and brought his fist down on the armrest. “Goddammit! I brought her here for her protection!” He stood up out of his chair and spun around. “But your men just had to talk to the receptionist. She was right there, how could they have lost her!?”
Phillips stood like a stone wall before the senator's outbursts. “Ms. Bell was found drugged in her car. We suspect the woman in her place was a Lycan and manipulated her pheromones for distraction while the other secreted her away under the guise of one of your associates.”
Peralta walked back to his window and looked over the twinkling Chicago skyline once more. “This is a fuckin' catastrophe. And you can bet that son of a bitch used his own kind of... whatever the fuck they use...”
“Pheromones, sir.”
“Right! To steal my baby girl...” He shivered in disgust and quick images of his daughter coupling with some beast fluttered into his mind. That she probably enjoyed it made it worse.
He knew the truth of things and had seen police dashboard cam recordings of the dog bastards 'raping' unwary women. Their pale legs would be floating in the air behind their ravisher as their fingers dragged down their mate's backs. To hear their moans of ecstasy destroyed him.
Every day it was harder and harder to not only convince himself, but the people as well, that the Lycans were just savage, mindless beasts. They shrugged off bullets and tear gas like it was nothing and now they had come for the women. And the women love
d it.
Peralta blotted out his primal terror and marshaled his iron will. They would pay. He looked into the night traffic below from his window. It was early enough that his daughter could be in any of them, happily inching along the highway and into her new life. “Well... shit. These sons of bitches are the ultimate pack animals. If they smell blood, smell weakness...”
He turned back to Phillips and slapped his hands together. “Bam! On you like a shark. They no longer see you as a threat, but as prey. I can't have that.” He looked back through the window and his eyes took in the shining crescent moon, peaking through dark, parting clouds.
“They made it personal. This means war.”
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