Lycan Love

By Breukelen Girl

Having declared his love for a werewolf he can no longer have, Booker finds himself on the outer with his own werewolf pack the Breukelen, and without a place of social standing. He also finds himself assessing what this means for his wolf life as a lycan amongst werewolves. Is he able to love again? Is there a place somewhere else for someone like him? Provocateur is a place that might just be what Booker needs outside of Breukelen territory and along with it, it’s host Incubus Lucien Hayes if he can see it in his head and heart, to open himself up to loving again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Breukelen Girl
• Release date: Oct 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463705094

Breukelen Girl

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Lycan love

By Breukelen Girl

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1

Coming home has never been so enticing as it is right now. A tall, blonde haired male in a dinner suit is sitting on my front steps, waiting, it appears, as he lifts his head to direct his blue eyes at me, for me. I’ve never had anyone waiting for me at home. Something that has been missing greatly from my life here in Brooklyn, for years now and has only become obvious as to me since meeting this blonde. It’s been almost a whole week since I saw him last.

He stands when he sees me and straightens up. Hi, Booker.

A simple greeting and I can’t help but keep walking towards him, until I’m in his personal space and kissing him. I’ve been itching to kiss those lips again. Wanting to feel his hard body against my hard body. It’s like a secret desire I didn’t know I wanted until someone put it right in front of me. So different to a female body.

My hands wrap around him and his arm slides behind my neck, holding me close to him. I’ve missed his lips, his touch, the scent of him, the heat that radiates from being close to him. Lucien is an expert in kissing. It’s only been a week, but it has felt like the longest time apart. Even though I am the one who purposely put on the self-imposed exile from him, from Manhattan. Which makes me remember why I cooled it between us.

Hi yourself. I mutter pulling back from him and breaking the hold.

I should hate myself a little that my first reaction to him is to kiss him, be with him. I definitely need a little more control around Lucien. He’s gotten me to put my guard down once, but I’m not sure I should do it again, considering he used me to do it, for his own again. Common sense re-enters my head and I step around him, and start up the steps into the house. I hear him move behind me, following.

Okay, He mutters keeping up close with me. You ignore my phone calls, don’t reply to my text messages, and force me to come all the way out here to see you again and then,

Force you. I huff, unlocking the front door and walking into my house. How in the hell did I manage that Lucien? I ask him walking through the house, as he follows closing the front door behind himself. Here I was, getting on with my life, which by the way you’ve managed to start pulling apart, here in Brooklyn, which, I turn sharply to face him, as I walk down the hallway, Isn’t exactly the Boondocks of nowhere.

Lucien puts up his hands in a sign of surrender. I meant no offense by my comments, I’ve just been… I look at him, and wait for him to say it. The one word we both hold mutually the same. I raise an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for him to admit it. Wondering if he can. I get it. It takes guts to admit to your weakness. But we both have one. We had one night together in Manhattan and it was pretty damn intense, at least from my point of view it was. Intensely satisfying despite the reason for us coming together. Is he heartsick too? For the loss of that intensity, that intimacy and the tedium of real life taking back over like it always does at some point. For realizing he fucked up and made a mistake in making me his mark.

Frustrated, He says putting his hands down and in his pants pockets. Without you.

Of course he can’t just say it. Fucker. I smirk and decide to give him hell for being such an arrogant fuck. Still facing him, I pull off my jacket and let it drop to the ground and pull off my t-shirt, pulling it over my head and let it drop to the ground also. I stand there, arms by my side, looking at him. Doing a silent and unexpected strip tease. Solid and silent, exactly the way he’d like me to be, if we were in his bedroom. I know how I look, big, with a v shape that is often desired by physical perfection. I work at it. And I sure as hell am learning when to use it to my advantage, and it’s about time.

Lucien’s eyes trail all over my chest. That’s not fair. He mutters softly.

Hey Incubus, life isn’t fair. You walked into this lycan’s house, all of your own doing, deal with it. I tell him angrily and start undoing my pants and turn around, heading towards the bathroom. Screw him. I am not up for drama. I want a shower and need to shake the sense of Lucien around me from me. I kick off my shoes.

I understand that you’re angry at me Booker. Lucien says trailing after me.

No you don’t. I mutter to myself pulling my socks off, and sliding my pants down my legs. Lucien walks into the bathroom after I’ve stripped off all my clothing. I choose to ignore him and instead look into the mirror of the hand basin before me. I am angry though. My muscles are tense, and tight and I grip the edge of the basin. I’m angry at me and at Lucien. He walks over to me, behind me, stands closer than would otherwise be allowed.

I am sorry. He says softly and kisses my neck tenderly and I feel the tension melt out of my body. How does that work? But I can’t stop thinking about you. I let out a heavy breath and a bit more tension leaves me as he keeps kissing the top of my shoulder. I can’t help but wonder about what if, He slides his arms around my naked waist, his palms skim over the grooves of my abdomen. In another life, things would’ve been different for both of us. He trails his tongue over my skin and his hands slide down my front. But we’re both here now, one hand wraps around my semi hard cock. And I want to be here with you. He starts moving his hand up and down my cock, pulling it gently, make me harder in his hand with his words.

I don’t know if I can trust you. I say a little more breathlessly than I’d like to sound, as I turn my head to the side.

You doubt my intentions. He replies still jerking me off at the basin, in his hand. And I’ve given you every reason to. It feels so good to be held by someone. To be held, and lusted after like this. But don’t doubt my intention when it comes to forfilling your desire.

Or your own. I moan back at him as my cock hardens in his hand delightfully fast.

Yes. More kisses pepper my shoulder, as he peers over it at the me in the mirror. I can feel the heat radiating from him, even through his layers of clothing, as he presses his front to the back of me. I secretly hope the heat will sear his clothing from him and he’ll end up naked with me. Lucien fucking loves being in control, and in control of me. Part of the way he does that, is by getting me naked and him staying fully, fucking, clothed. This is the second time he’s done it.

I want you, haven’t stopped wanting you since I met you. Lucien says increasing the pressure and speed on my cock. I grip the basin tightly as my orgasm builds super fast. It’s like his words and actions are so fucking perfect for me, that my body just responds like it knows no other way. I’ve never had that before, around sex or sexual creatures. He presses my abdomen, holding me against him, so I can feel his own clothed erection pressing into my back. Tell me you feel the same. Come for me.

I close my eyes and groan, dropping my head back against his shoulder as my hips move quickly, looking for friction, as my cock tightens so much I don’t know what else to do but let go, and come, hard for him.

Lucien! my come spurts out of me painfully, delightfully fast and messily, as the male behind me groans his own enjoyment, as he sucks on my earlobe.

Lovely.

2

Lucien picks up his hand before me and sucks clean, all the come I’ve put over it and I swear I see his eyes glow slightly bluer than they were moments before. I am standing there panting, and trying to get my brain into gear again. Again, my sexual encounter with Lucien is exotic and sweet and like nothing I’ve experienced before. But I know I need to not give into the haze of lust that he permeates around him. And it’s only then that I make a connection to him, something he didn’t tell me.

I step back and take a deep breath. You lied to me. I move towards the shower and reach for the tap handles.

No, I haven’t lied to you. Lucien replies quickly back at me looking instantly defensive.

You told me when we first met, about being an Incubus and the sexual affect you have on your partners. Or was it bed fellows you described? I mutter putting my hand under the falling water.

Yes, I told you about what happens when sexual partners have repeated sex with me, but we haven’t,

You left out the whole, I wave a hand around him and look at him.

I have no idea what this, He waves a hand around like I just did, back at me. Means. Use your words Booker.

I adjust the temperature in the water spray and step in. You, all of you, you have this lust cloud around you, and whenever I’m near you, I just fall under your spell, like some weak minded fool.

Lucien tilts his head to the side. No Booker, I don’t have any special powers for sexual seduction. You’re attraction to me, is your attraction to me. Just have to own it. Like I’m trying to own the way I feel about you, despite our rocky start. And I don’t think you’re weak minded, that’s really not my type.

The water hits my back and ass, and calves. Oh, you mean, how you got paid, literally to pick me up, seduce me and make me want you so I would no longer lust after my ex, the only love I’ve ever had in my life? I slip under the water of the shower so I can’t give him a chance to reply to my snipe. I emerge again and Lucien is standing opposite the shower still fully clothed, his pants are tenting and he appears to be ignoring the obviousness of that. I smile at him bitterly. I mean, what the fuck Lucien, you’re just here to finish the job, to get what you came for right? That you didn’t get from our one night encounter, right? Own up to that. I state at him as the water runs all over me and slick my hair back off my face.

Lucien starts removing his jacket and