The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate

The shock of water up my nose cools my passions enough for fear to set in. What have I done? I basically shoved Caleb under the water. He's going to be furious. He's going to -

My rush of thoughts is abruptly halted as Caleb yanks me up and out of the water. I brace myself, expecting to be yelled at. Instead, his chest shakes against my ear as a sound I've never heard before- at least not genuinely - escapes his lips. He's... laughing.

I look up at him to be sure, and...yes. His lips are curled up, his eyes squinting slightly, his mouth open. Genuine booming. laughs, bright and happy, are coming out of him.

If I wasn't seeing it for myself right at this moment, I wouldn't believe it.

He's happy. He's playful. He's... having fun?"

Cradling me against his chest, bridal style, he carries me to the edge of the river. Once there, he lowers me down onto his stretched out flannel shirt.

Unlike where I had left my clothes in a neat pile, Caleb had left his shirt stretched out as far as it would go, almost like... he'd been expecting this scenario. His eyes flash once more with mischief. He had been expecting this. Or maybe hoping for it. "Caleb..." I don't know what to think, or what to expect from this sudden, strange, happy version of him.

It makes me weak. If he was like this all the time, he'd never receive an ounce of defiance from me.

I thought him handsome when he was grumpy, yet a happy Caleb is like looking into the sun. He's so perfect that it makes my heart hurt.

Is this what he meant by unchained? That he could finally let himself show his true feelings, even when those feelings weren't upset or annoyance.

"Were you trying to escape me, by pushing me under the water?" he says, his voice a more playful growl, upbeat. "You should know better. You cannot escape me or my desires." His gaze trails down along the length of my wet body. Gripping my knees, he pushes them apart, then places himself into the new space between them. "The King always gets what he wants."

Today, I'm so hot for this man that I don't even feel like pretending to be disinterested. "Then take what you want, my King," I say, egging him on. "Show me what it means for the King to be unchained."

His eyes darken, overflowing with wanton lust, mirroring, I imagine, my own. I drop my knees farther, stretching so far that they are down into the grass.

Caleb leans back on his knees. With his thumbs, he reaches down and pulls apart my lower lips, revealing my clit and my entrance - the entrance that's dripping in my lust for him.

He openly sniffs the air, scenting my desire. "You smell so fucking good."

Suddenly, his eyes flash red, and his canines start to extend.

"Caleb," I say with alarm.

"Easy," he says, soothing me. "I'm in control."

Clancing down, I see that the rest of his has stayed human. Only his eyes and those two sharp teeth have changed. Perhaps this is what he means by unchained letting his wolf have a taste. 15:30 Sat, Nov 23

Caleb lines himself up with my entrance and pushes himself inside, he receives no friction along the way. My pussy has been preparing for this moment since I stepped up to the riverbank and saw him naked. Now, it feels like home as he slides all the way inside. This is how things should be. With him filling me, making me his.

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"Caleb..." I say, half-moan, half-sigh. Gone is my ability to formulate actual words. With him inside of me, I can only think of his name again and again, like my mind is on a loop of base desire. Caleb is what I want. He's what I need.

Then he starts to move. Slowly, he drags his hips backwards. I grab at his shoulders, desperate to keep him close, but he leans farther back out of reach. I whimper and he tsks at me.

"Grab your tits," he says. "Like we did in the river. Play with those nipples. Give yourself pleasure while I fuck you like an animal."

At once, I raise my hands. Cupping my breasts, I flick my thumbs across my nipples, sending zips of pleasure through me. "Good," he says. "Don't stop. I want a show."

With that, he snaps his hips, moving as quickly as he had in the river, so quick I could almost not see him move. But Gods, could I feel it.

I drop my head back, my mouth falling open. Again, he drags himself almost all the way out, slow as can be, before - snap- back in inside of me.

"If you stop, I stop," Caleb commands. His hands grab me around the ass, lifting my lower half as he presses himself up further on his knees, giving himself more leverage. "Touch those tits, Harper."

I try to obey, massaging the swell of my breasts while flicking my thumbs over my nipples.

He pulls out again slowly and instantly plunges himself back in. His dick presses hard against the sensitive spot inside of me, and I gasp, unable to catch my breath. My surprise has me clamping down on my nipples, sending another rush of pleasure through me. It's almost unbearable. Too much, so close to pain, but still on the right side of pleasure.

A low growl emerges from the back of Caleb's throat. His red eyes take mine prisoner. He bites at me, like he wants to dig his teeth into my neck and claim me. That would make me his mate forever. He won't do it, but that his instincts want him to sends fresh excitement and satisfaction through me.

In another lifetime, maybe I could be his. Gods, the thought makes me wild.

I curl my legs around his waist, begging him to continue with my heels against his ass.

He must sense my desire, because the next pull out of me is as fast as the following plunge back inside,

He's bucking inside of me with lightning speed, in and out, faster than I can see.

"Ahhh... Ah! Aaa-ah! Ah! Ca-leb! Caleb!!"

He growls in response, his fingers turning clawlike, biting into the meat of my ass. The pleasure pain takes me further, I feel like I'm floating.

He doesn't let up his pace, even as his growl heightens, and his grunts turn half-animal, half-man. I glance down in shock, but his body is still human. Yet, I could swear his dick is growing larger inside of me.

It's too fast to see.

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Smack, smack, smack, skin slaps across skin. His sweat drips down off his chin onto my equally sweaty skin.

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I'm so close, I feel like I'm going to fly away, I give up holding my breasts, grabbing chunks of grass above my head instead. This lets my breasts loose to the inertia of his thrusts. They bounce with wild abandon, claiming his hungry eyes. "Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, Harper. Fuck."

"Ah! Ah! Gods, Caleb...AH!"

It's so much, too much. I'm nearing the edge.

"Close!" I manage, between my gasps and my moans.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Cum," he growls with the full force of his Alpha voice.

The Alpha command crashes into me hard, maybe because he is so close to losing himself. Or maybe because I am. Either way, I'm thrown over the abyss, past the precipice of pleasure into something even further beyond. Pure ecstacy.

Still, he presses inside of me. As I am, I'm nothing more than a blissed-out ragdoll, existing singularly for his pleasure. Then, his relentless pace starts to stutter.

"Harper..." he grunts with grit teeth. He's holding himself back.

Why hold himself back? I thought I was going to have him unchained? Can he sense some form of hesitation on my part?

"Give it to me," I tell him, more in instinct, than with clear-headed thought. "I want it, Caleb!"

That's enough to send him over the edge. He plunges deep. Then, at the last moment, he pulls out, and comes in thick hot strips all over my body.

Lifting his head back, he howls.