"You!" Lyecan barks, grabbing Rawn roughly by the arm and throwing her to the ground to lie on her back.
Then he goes down on his knees, trapping the girl's hip region between his thighs while allowing his fully naked form glorify the length of his dick.
"Stroke," he instructs.
Rawn grabs his cock with shivering hands, letting them slide up and down around it. She watches his abs ripple as he grunts.
But he doesn't let her dive fully into the act before shoving her hands aside and cupping his member's head. Then he leans down a bit, pressing the latter on Rawn's stomach.
She couldn't help looking at it as it leaves a trace of precum on her, pulsating like the needy sausage monster it is; thick, hard and veiny.
Lyecan shifts himself to lay plank on her. And, strangely, she couldn't fight him. She didn't want to.
He lifts himself up with a groan, balancing his weight on his hands and feet.
Rawn can't understand why of all things he chooses to exercise above her. But she can see where he's coming from.
Because now the contact between the skin of her left thigh and the tip of Lyecan's cock as he pushes up and down on her threatens to bring her body to its very limits, where all she sees before her eyes are glistening stars.
However, the moment is cut short once again when the Alpha abruptly tosses her over on her stomach.
Then, as he sets his weight on his elbows, Rawn feels his member poking at the crack between her ass cheeks.
He's not subtle; he has never been, barging in without permission, sending a throbbing pain that dwells at the sides of Rawn's eyes.
Looking into the shady woods, the poor girl can't tell if it's the panging in her sight. But she sees something in the dark—a wolf lingering behind a tree, its furs glistening from the moon's light.
In a blink, it's no longer a wolf.
It's now a man; crouching in the dark, kissed by the night's glow, his hair lush and cascading all the way to his chest alongside objects that mirrors the light.
Those objects look like small silver rocks due to the distance. If she had powers, she'd have used her supernatural senses to figure out what they are. She really wants to know, which is why she narrows her eyes on them despite the agony she's going through.
Strangely, what she sees dulls the pain—the man from earlier, the one who called her beautiful.
She notices him stroking his dick. And, somehow, she hears him groaning as she feels Lyecan pull out to spill his cum on her ass while breathing into her ear some unfamiliar, dreaded words... "Welcome home, brother."
Brother?
God. Not another Rhotheli, please… Oh, shit.
Rawn gasps when the words sink, her reality glaring into her eyes. Her head feels heavy, nausea gaining a strong hold on her as she feels her consciousness leaving her.
She tries to grasps a blade of grass so it'll sting and jerk her awake. But her eyes continue to fail her.
Still, she sees the strange man rise to approach her, his aura dividing a god's presence. Even his gait itself could drive rain to a dessert.
His unbuttoned shirt gives hints of deeply inked tattoos. And Rawn couldn't decipher much of it before falling out of consciousness.
"To what do I owe this pleasure, Uksean," Lyecan says to the strange man when the latter goes down on a knee beside Rawn's body.
The Alpha rolls over atop grass, staring at him; checking his next moves for when he'll attempt to touch Rawn.
And Uksean does try to touch her. But one glance at his brother's formidable expression compels his hand to settle atop his bent knee.
"You exhausted her," he mumbles instead.
Lyecan scoffs. "That's how it's written."
"Though I do believe you're pitying her. You go a few more times when it comes to other woman. Hers is just once."
Lyecan makes to chuckle but frowns. "She's of no use dead." Uksean stares at him blankly. "Look at her, brother," the former gestures to Rawn, "does she look like she can handle one more round, or two, or three, or…"
"Enough. No more of your rambles. You don't mind if I take her inside with me, right?"
Uksean gathers the unconscious girl in his arms while ignoring the murderous gaze his brother gives him.
"Actually, I do." Lyecan leaps to his feet just as the other rises while holding Rawn in his arms like a bride.
Uksean smirks. "Settle your displeasure with the trees then."
"I won't kill you this once, brother, just because you haven't seen home enough after fifteen years. Next time, It'll be your decapitated lungs I fuck."
"You always had been gross, brother. Except, you've taken quite the leap from picking your nose."
Uksean starts making toward the pack building, but not without looking back over his shoulder at Lyecan, who's still lying on the ground. "By the way, you've kept me alive for thirty years," he mumbles, "what's another more ten, twenty decades to you?"
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Rawn's head hurts like hell. Even more when there's a voice whispering in her ears... "What is your greatest desire, Rawn?"
"Power," she's compelled to reply.
"The power of a man's cum?" the words resonate.
All Rawn can see is darkness. Yet, this man's voice, deep even though clear as water, doesn't leave her be. Could it be a dream? An invisible dream?
"Would you do more than fuck a man for power?" The voice says again. Rawn couldn't process the question before he adds, "How about taking him in your mouth?"
Something hard slides through her lips, making for her throat and choking her awake. Rawn panics as her wide eyes stare at the man crouching above her face.
Lyecan's brother!
She mumbles indecipherable words as she struggles to free herself from him.
When she intentionally clasps her teeth on whatever is stuffing her mouth, she hears a drawled yelp before streams of thick, salty cream greets her tongue, most of it going down her throat and choking her more.
From the side of her tear-filled eye, she sights Lyecan rushing in. The man knocks his brother off of her, while she rolls from the bed to the floor, saliva mixed with cream dripping down her lips as she tries to catch her breathe.
"Breath, my love, and swallow," Uksean mutters soothingly, "they're yours."
Rawn gapes at mixture on the floor. What amount of power would this cum grant her?
Without thinking of the meaning behind Uksean's actions, she draws her head down to the mixture while sticking her tongue out.
Fortunately for her, she's fast enough to lick it clear off the floor before Lyecan grabs her by the hair and thrusts his index finger into her mouth; past her tongue and down her throat.
Rawn gags, pain surging through her lungs and head.
Tearing up, she fights back the urge to vomit even as Lyecan forces her to, her mind set on the ability she'll gain from Uksean's cum.
"You whore!" the Alpha barks. He handles her roughly when he pulls her to her feet and clasps his other hand around her neck.
Then he pushes her toward the wall, slamming her back against the latter.
As her head hit the wall, Rawn sees her world turn black. She feels the blood oozing from it, her vision blurry. And she doesn't see much of what happens when Uksean rips Lyecan from her.
"Get behind me, you devilish brother!" she hears Lyecan grinding. "I warned you last time. I don't give two warnings!"
Rawn slowly slides to the floor while watching the two fighting.
Lyecan seems to overpower Uksean. There are even a few times when he'd have killed the latter too but doesn't.
However, Uksean keeps pushing his brother to the edge.
"Run, Rawn!" he yells when Lyecan pounces on him. That brings him to the floor. "Go now! Run, I say!"
The voice rings in Rawn's head. It jerks her awake from whatever state she was on.
Forcing herself to her feet, she watches as Lyecan rises from Uksean's weak body.
The latter groans, his eyes swollen, lips torn and blood pooling on the floor behind his head. Meanwhile, Rawn growsstiff, lingering where she stands.
"You move an inch from there, I kill you, Rawn," Lyecan threatens, looming closer and slowly.
"Leave this goddamn place, fuck!" Uksean swears. And Rawn stares from one brother to the other before her eyes dart to the door at her side.
Her escape out of this room is fashioned plainly before her sight. But Lyecan is faster. He'd catch her once she took an intentional step.
She alsocan't ignore the thirst for vengeance itching at the back of her mind—the urge to see Lyecan down beside his brother all bloody and dying.
The adrenaline to fight has just settled in her veins. And with that rush comes a pinch taste of power; the same power she has craved all along.
One that got her in this mess to begin with.
It surges through her. And despite Uksean's plea to run, Rawnmaintains her stand, sizing Lyecan as he approaches her.
Once he comes closer, she won't care if she has to exhaust the last of her strength to kill him.
She doesn't bloody care.