The Lycan Series
The Lycan King’s Breeder Chapter 15

Avalyn's POV

I stared in complete shock, fear coursing through my veins, as I watched the huge black wolf.

Its red eyes stared intently at me making the room cold.

All of a sudden, the sounds of crackling bones filled the whole room as the black wolf contorted and morphed into a tall giant man. I didn't know which was more terrifying, his wolf form or his human form.

He was a giant of a man, with tanned skin and jet-black hair. His jawline was strong and accented the masculinity he held. I had never seen a man like him.

He had a merciless glint in his eyes that made alarm bells go off in my head, I didn't feel safe. His presence made me feel in danger. The aura he exuded was bone chilling and intimidating yet somewhere within me... I couldn't deny his good looks and the way my stomach turned in response.

He never once glanced away from me, I stood there frozen as the room grew even colder. I could feel my heart beating erratically in my chest.

How could someone look so dangerous, yet... alluring? Why did I feel drawn to him?

I was so captivated by his appearance, that it took me a moment to realize that he was lacking clothes, he had been standing naked the entire time. I felt my cheeks heat up as I willed my eyes not to look down below his waist. Oh my God!

His eyes ran up and down my body. It wasn't until his eyes slowly started to change from blood red to brown, did I stop breathing. Realization sunk in and I felt myself begin to panic. It was clear as day, but I had been so blinded by the sight of him that I didn't notice.

This was him. The Alpha of Southern ridge.

He took a step forward and started walking toward me.

I had never seen such movement -graceful and swift, faster than any werewolf I had ever encountered. So fast that in the blink of an eye, he was standing right in front of me.

The faint scent of musk surrounded me. The earthy aroma reminded me of a forest on a rainy day. It was cold, but also psychedelic, just like him. I couldn't help but lower my head. "Look up." He commanded.

His voice was deep, very deep. It struck me and sent shivers through my whole body. Pausing for a moment, I pulled myself together.

Within a second his hand clamped down on my chin, his fingers strong and hot, pressing hard -forcing my head up. He was clearly not a patient man.

I could feel my face flush and I was grateful that my long, loose hair was still covering my face.

"Look at me." He commanded again.

With slight hesitation, I lifted my eyes to look at him, I didn't dare refuse. The candlelight cast a soft yellow glow around him, and I couldn't help but think that he looked like a prince -royal and handsome, yet intimidating, just like his mate. There was a crease in between his well-defined, jet-black eyebrows, he was frowning as if he was full of loathing for this world.

As he bent down, his piercing brown eyes locked onto mine, like a falcon honing in on its prey.

I was that prey.

I was trembling and wondering whether the next second he would swoop down and seize me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his right hand move. Almost instinctively, my body tensed and I half-flinched -I was expecting a slap to land on my face, as that was what my father would have done- but I stopped myself, remembering his order to look at him. I just barely managed to keep my eyes open.

However, the slap never came. Instead, his hands reached up, brushing my hair away from my face. The strands of hair tickled my cheeks, and I smelt the gentle scent of his musk again, enveloping me like a cocoon. As his skin touched my own, I had to suppress the sigh that wanted to escape my lips, never had I felt this feeling inside of me.

Then, as if a flip had been switched, he let go of my face and pulled back, the scent of his musk leaving me.

"On the bed!" He commanded gruffly, leaving no room for questions.

Everything was quiet and I heard my heart pounding. It was difficult to even breathe.

Subconsciously, I took a step back.

At that moment, he suddenly moved, reaching for me. I felt his fingers brush over my shoulder, the silky robe slowly slipping off of me. My heart filled with dread as I thought about how I looked in his eyes right now. My body trembled, my eyes shut and it felt like my face was on fire.

"Please..." I begged in a broken and shaky voice.

What was he going to do? Well, I knew what his plan was... but what was I supposed to do? I stood there unmoving.

The alpha king walked over to me, looming overhead like a mountain. "I said, get on the bed."

I fought back the tears, opened my eyes, and made my way toward the bed.

I knew what he was here for and even though I had been mentally preparing myself for the past couple of days, when the moment finally came, it was still so much harder than I thought.

As I laid myself flat in the middle of the bed, I shut my eyes, trying to focus on my breathing exercises to calm my racing mind down. I felt the slight dip on the mattress that signalled he was now on top of me.

My heart raced wildly and my fingers clutched the blanket beneath me.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found his eyes locked with mine, and a soft gasp left my lips. His large hand quickly came up to claim my wrists, pinning them to the bed above my head.

As his long fingers slid downwards, I thought I would have a heart attack. I couldn't stop the shaking that ran through me, I shut my eyes tightly, praying for this experience to be over quickly.

I bit my lips hard and tried to relax my body, but my emotions took over and my effort was useless. Bitterness and terror brought tears to my eyes, and when they arrived, I couldn't stop them anymore, I felt the warm tears dripping down my cheeks. "No please..." I begged in a whisper, hoping by some miracle he'd listen -but he didn't.

Slowly, his hands slid down over my red panties, pulling them off gently. I felt a slight tension in me, feeling him touch me as delicately as he did, I had expected him to be rough and uncaring, but he wasn't.

I wasn't even sure what happened during sex, or what I should do, but I let him touch as he wished.

He released my wrists and using both of his hands, he gripped my naked hips, pulling me down so that my legs were wrapped around his waist, both of our naked lower half touching, causing a low moan to build at the back of my throat. I had never been touched down there, so that could only explain the hypersensitivity I felt with just the slightest touch.

Delicate touches ran over my skin as he slowly leaned in, his lips touching the curve of my neck and causing a small gasp to leave my lips. My eyes closed on contact, and my back instinctively arched, the hard buds of my erect nipples brushing against his chest through the soft silky material of the bra I still had on.

I felt his lips trail down my neck and over my collarbone until they latched upon the soft caress of my breasts. He pushed away the silk material revealing one perky n****e, and without warning, he buried it between his teeth.

He gently grazed them, causing a feeling to shoot straight to my core, leaving me breathless and panting for more. I shouldn't want this, I knew I shouldn't... but the way he twirled his tongue around my n****e made me abandon any sense of reason as I let out a soft

moan.

The sensation caused my mind to whirl, and as I opened my eyes, I looked at him. His eyes stared back at me with a heavy force I hadn't expected to see.

I wasn't sure what he was doing, but as he ventured further down my body, I realized the destination he had in mind. A soft cry left my throat as the feeling of his lips and tongue upon my sex created a build-up of tension within my stomach.

My body trembled at his touch, this time not from fear, but from something else.

I was wet for him, my sex clenched at command as a wave of pure bliss crashed through me, causing my legs to tremble and a scream to rip through me as I was tipped over the edge.

Fuck! Was that what an o****m felt like?

No! This wasn't right, I shouldn't have felt this way...

I felt ashamed of myself for the pleasure, but I couldn't control myself. It was as if my body had checked out from my brain and was operating on its own.

I felt so ashamed of myself.