Mating Behavior

"My mate..." Delilah whispered against Lucian's ear.

Her hands glided over Lucian's broad shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. With a swift movement, she tore open his shirt, revealing his distinctive marking. As her fingers delicately traced the intricate patterns, each touch ignited a spark, illuminating his marking like a radiant fleck of sunlight. Delilah locked eyes with Lucian, a seductive gaze that sent a shiver down his spine, and a titillating smirk that fueled his longing.

In one rapid motion, she tore his pants clean off his body and began rubbing her sensitive nub up and down his hard, thick length, aching for the pleasure it would bring. As she used his shaft to pleasure herself, her grasp tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Delilah surrendered to the sensations, closing her eyes, throwing her head back, and capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, savoring every moment of satisfaction.

A soft moan escaped her lips, a melodic sound that fulfilled Lucian's fantasies. He was captivated, unable to tear his gaze away as Delilah increased her pace, her cries of pleasure echoing in the air. His own desire intensified, his cock twitching with anticipation, longing to be inside of her. With a purposeful grip on her hips, he lifted her slightly, allowing himself to slip right in, a perfect fit that brought them both to the edge of ecstasy.

She moaned even louder as she slid down his rock-hard erection, and he nearly exploded just from the noises she was making. Not yet, he urged himself. He wanted to savor every moment of this experience. With each movement of her hips, she bounced enthusiastically on his hard cock. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her breasts, swaying with every motion as she rode him like the wild beast that he was.

He couldn't resist reaching up to meet them, his thumbs gently teasing her sensitive nipples. Another wave of electric pleasure surged through her body, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He reveled in the sound of her moans, wishing he could listen to them all day and night.

Visenya had completely given up her fight. She had desperately tried to regain control ever since Delilah took over, but now she was utterly enthralled by the sensations coursing through her body. It was a level of pleasure she had never experienced before, and she never wanted it to end. With each movement, she expertly massaged the sensitive bud between her legs, taking him in fully. As she did, she placed her hand over his, squeezing it tightly to intensify his grip on her aching breast.

Lucian had never in his life thought he could be more turned on than he was in that very moment. He was completely hypnotized by her, unable to pry his eyes away from this goddess who embodied pure perfection. Her sensuous moans harmonized beautifully with his rugged grunts, and it dawned on him that this was the fulfillment of every secret fantasy he had ever harbored.

As he watched her touch herself, a twinge of jealousy stirred within him. He yearned to be the sole provider of her pleasure, so he gently moved her hand aside and took control. A sound almost resembling a scream escaped her lips, and Lucian was certain the entire castle had heard it. It only stroked his ego all the more, and to him, it was a shame that the entire world didn't hear.

With each caress, he discovered that his touch only heightened her pleasure, and this revelation filled him with a sense of true, raw power. As a Dragon Lord, he already possessed great power, but the knowledge that his touch could arouse her in such a profound way elevated him to new heights.

Her muscles started to twitch around him, and he was certain he was going to burst any second now. Lucky for him, she was not too far herself. With a gentle touch, he intensified the stimulation on her delicate nub, increasing the pressure and speed. As he did, her entire body began to quiver with spasms of pleasure. Her muscles clenched tightly around him, and he could feel the added warmth of her release.

The euphoric expression on her face and the sensation of her cumming all over his cock was enough to make him erupt like a geyser. In a synchronized moment of pure ecstasy, they both let out uninhibited cries of pleasure as they reached their climax together.

She collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing heavily, desperately trying to catch their breaths and slow their racing hearts. He remained inside of her, moving in and out slowly, savoring the fading waves of his orgasm. With a gentle sweep of her tongue, she traced the curve of his neck, lingering over the precise spot where a Lycan would mark and claim their mate.

"Mine," Delilah hummed against his neck, her voice a soft melody of possessiveness.

In that moment, as her fangs pressed against his flesh, Visenya was abruptly jolted from her orgasmic daze.

"Delilah, no!" Visenya's voice echoed in her mind, a desperate plea to her wolf.

"Mine!" Delilah repeated with a possessive growl, piercing Lucian's flesh just enough to draw small beads of blood.

Visenya fought with all her Alpha strength, desperately trying to restrain her wolf from marking him. To make matters worse, the bastard turned his head to the side, exposing his neck even more, further fueling Delilah's instinctual desire.

"Delilah, no! Please, don't do this!" Visenya pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "Everything I feel—the sorrow, the pain, the anger, the hatred—he will sense it, and he will use it against me! I beg you, Delilah... do not bind us to him any more than we already are!"

Lucian could feel her entire body tense, her sharp fangs trembling against his flesh. He couldn't help but wonder why she didn't just do it already, since he was obviously allowing it. After all, isn't this what they wanted? The Lycan and the wolf are said to be of one mind and one heart... a fact known to everyone. Just as he was about to speak, she suddenly jolted backwards with such force that it felt as if she had been thrown off of him.

She fell back on her bottom, her panic-stricken golden-brown eyes locked onto him, a clear indication that Visenya now had full control. In a swift motion, she jumped to her feet, snatched her clothing from the floor, and dashed out of his bedchamber. The relaxed expression that had momentarily graced Lucian's handsome face now vanished, replaced by his usual angry scowl.