Her Lycan✔

Chapter 10

Isabella Carson

Stepping outside was like a breath of fresh air after holding my breath underwater for so long. My lungs seemed to inflate upon inhaling the musky, earthy scenery around me. The tightness in my chest was gone—I felt free. The Highland breeze of Scotland wasn't like any other weather. In the countryside, it was like a cool caress on the skin but the sun seemed to only heal each cool stroke.

It was a relief to be out of containment. Malcolm watched me inhale deeply. My eyes closed tightly as I savored my senses heightening with everything around me.

I can feel him walking behind me. His eyes burning into my back, leisurely trailing down, sending my skin afire from each look. It wasn't hard to know what he was thinking. It wasn't hard to know that he was looking at my ass as I walked.

Ten years and I am still so madly in love with this male lycan. Just one touch and he erased every single male that I slept with out of my mind. Just one touch and he consumes my very heart with his own desires. It was deafening and wild. My own defenses didn't stand a chance.

I turned around to face him. Even now, he stood with so much power and confidence. His shoulders neatly straightened, his eyes looking at me like he could see right through the thin pieces of clothing I had on. The flare of lust and pure male dominance pour from him. I, being the female lycan that loved his very attention, wanted to very much test how much I can do before he loses control. But even then, I knew I couldn't tease him. It wasn't the right time. He was waiting to see if I would run but I wouldn't give him that. I won't give him the opportunity to be right. I won't run. I will fight my battles.

I did too much running.

"Thank you for letting me out," I told him quietly. We were in the courtyard, away from other's ears. He walked towards me and I watched how his muscles strained against the t-shirt he had on.

"I didn't have much of a choice." He said with no emotions.

I turned and started walking down the hill. The highlands were highly known for its high ranged hills. What others might call mountains, the highlands called them hills. The countryside was especially beautiful with its thick masses of woods and long range of saturated green grass.

Again, Malcolm followed me down the hill. I can feel him like the sun that was warming up the left side. Without thinking or knowing where I was going. I walked onwards into the thick masses of the tree. If he wanted to stop me, he would have stopped me before I entered the woods.

The sun seemed to have lost its shine in the thick masses of trees but it still peeked through the large tree branches here and there, casting a glow even in the shadows. When I was far enough from everyone to hear the quiet woods, I let out another breath of relief. The tension again leaving my body.

There are moments when I feel like there are boulders being carried on my shoulders. I feel overwhelmed and the inability to breathe but moments like this—where I just get one moment to breathe—it makes me smile.

I didn't realize how deep in thought I was until I felt his chest pressed onto my back. His finger trailed up wrist to my arm. I can feel his warm breath touching my skin lightly like a feather. Before my body was fully aware of his eyes eating me up but now my body was tingling with a new kind of awareness.

This man is the only man close enough to touch me and know me so well. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. He dipped lower, I felt his cheek brushed up against mine.

"Do you realize where we are?" He asked huskily.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head to take a better look. My lips parted in surprise. I walked into a very familiar place. One that I had been very intimate with him in the past. I remembered it like yesterday.

He had me underneath him. The way his mouth touched my bare skin. The way his rough calloused hands squeezed my heavy breasts in silent demand. The way he made love to me for the first time. My heart skipped I'm my chest.

His hands slipped around my waist and he pulled me flush against his back. I can feel every warm touch of his heated body against mine.

It feels right to be in his arms again. I felt safe. I closed my eyes and savored the way his lips now brushed on the side of my neck. The feel of his stubble leaving small claiming marks as he does so.

"Do you remember what we did here?" He asked.

"I can. I remember everything. Every single detail. The way you tasted. The way you moaned my name." He continued, one hand spanned my stomach and the other slipped up to cup my breast in his large palm. He gave it one hard squeeze before finding my nipple and twisting it between his finger.

I moaned, words are not forming in my mind. All I could do was feel. He nipped my exposed shoulders and pressed his extremely hard and large erection on the crook of my back. To feel how much he wanted me, I was completely soaked between my legs.

Suddenly, he turned me around and pressed me up against a nearby old tree. His hands moved down to grope my ass and pulled me up. I hooked my legs around him as he pressed his hard arousal right between my legs where I ached most.

His face was so close to mine, I can see every detail on his face so finely and with each inhale, my nipples achingly rubbed against his hard chest. We were so close together that his lips hovered over mine.

Quickly with no time to react, his lips found mine hungrily. It was fervent, bruising, and hungry. I weaved my hands through his hair before tugging him to deepen the kiss not caring how his tongue swept in as he owned me--touching and caressing my tongue.

My own tongue came out and fleetingly played with his tongue. I heard a deep rumble vibrating from his chest before a growl left his lips. He liked my playfulness and he was willing to play with the bait that I had cast between our tongues.

He sucked and bit as much as he can causing a fever to grow inside of me. The taste of him was addicting. I wanted more and I found myself pulling him closer to my body. My arms tightening around him.

He tore his lips away and dropped me to the ground. My feet landed unsteadily and I had to lean my back against the tree to stop myself from falling flat on my butt. The kiss tore and clawed through me, leaving me in a yearning and aching puddle.

I looked up at him through hooded eyes. I was breathing hard from the after effects of the kiss. Malcolm stood before me--his dark curly hair in a mess. His lycan's eyes peeking back at me stirred a sexual desire in my stomach. I clenched my thighs to ease the growing ache between my legs. His eyes darted to that action and I found his harden arousal pressing painfully against his pants.

His lips were swollen and I am pretty sure mine was just as bruised as he was. His own breathing was irregular, he was fighting for control.

"What you do to me, Isabella-"He murmured huskily and shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

What? He was the one who touched me in the first place. I should be the one who should be saying that to him. He closed his eyes tightly as if he was sending a silent prayer for control. I watched his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He took in his bottom lips between his lips and bit it before his eyes opened to look at me. He ran his hand through his hair again. The curls that covered his forehead, slid back smoothly.

"Fuck, what you do to me..." He mumbled.

I know he wants me but why was he fighting it now? What was running through his head? Why didn't he just take me?

"Malcolm..." I approached him and placed a palm between his shoulder blades. His back stiffened and he turned to look at me.

"If it makes you feel any better--if it satisfies your hatred towards me--I am yours," I whispered softly.

It wasn't all of what I wanted to say but it was what I am willing to give him as of right now. I can't tell him everything. To be able to make him trust me or even forgive me for leaving him, I had to slowly make him see me again like me. That I am not the woman he thinks I am even if it hurts me in the process. I will take anything he gives me. With love it takes sacrifices and I know deep inside this strong male lycan before me--was someone who still loves me. I know he is still in there. I need to believe he was still in there.