47. THE HORNY LYCAN

Book:FATED TO MY UNCLE Published:2025-2-9

~ISSA
‘Yulia…’ Iran whispered in my ears as I drove us home. ‘I want Yulia.’
I ignored him and concentrated on the road ahead of us. If I had not been in control, I was sure Iran would pull the car over and ravage Yulia in the back seat of the car.
I did not know how long I could control myself around Yulia. I needed my cock in her so badly that it was driving me crazy.
“Those men are dead,” Yulia whispered in a haunted voice. Then she looked outside the window of the car and I knew that she was afraid to look at me.
“They had to die,” I replied as I tried to focus on the night road.
“Or maybe you just needed an excuse to kill.” Her voice was cold and I resisted the urge to snap at her.
“I am not a mindless killing machine, Yulia,” I said in a defensive tone that surprised me. Who did she think she was?
“Could have fooled me,” She muttered.
“I did what I had to do to keep you safe, Yulia!” I exclaimed.
I gritted my teeth at the fact that she was irritating me now of all times while I was fighting to keep Iran at bay.
“I never asked you to kill for me,” She bit back.
“You don’t have to,” I replied coldly. “It’s my job… and I will do whatever I can to keep you alive.”
Yulia shook her head in heavy denial. “I can not accept that, Issa. I would not have blood on my hands because of you.”
“The blood is on my hands, not yours. So you have nothing to worry about.” In order to project what I held dear, I needed to be the monster.
“It’s easy for you to say,” she whispered.
I pushed the break abruptly and Yulia surged forward with the momentum of the vehicle screeching to a halt.
“What is your problem?” I demanded as Iran raged inside me.
She gritted her teeth at me for a while before shooting at me. “I don’t have a problem, Issa!”
“Then why are you so upset about what I did? I am trying to keep you safe!”
“Do it without killing!” Yulia yelled back.
“Do you even hear yourself?” I asked in disbelief. “You clearly heard one of them talking about spilling your blood!”
Yulia kept mute.
“Oh, no smart ass reply?” I asked. “They killed my sister! Your mother!”
“You don’t have to rub it in my face, Issa. I felt the loss too.” She looked away immediately.
I sighed and did a breathing exercise. This werewolf was driving me insane. Insane with need. A need that I was finding hard to deny as the days went by.
“I am sorry,” I muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that.” I shifted the gear into drive and continued home.
The car was filled with tense silence. I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. Yulia got out of the car before I could say anything. I had hurt her and now I felt very bad. This night was not meant to go this way.
I caught up with her and held her by the arm. That was a fucking mistake because I felt my cock stiffen instantly.
“Yulia, wait, I am sorry,” I told her. “I did not mean any of what I said.”
I looked closely to see that she had tears in her eyes and it broke my heart.
“I didn’t even get the time to grieve,” She whimpered and before I knew what I was doing, I pulled her into my embrace.
We stood there for a while as I held her and I felt her tears on my chest.
“I am here, Yulia,” I huskily said as I stroked her long hair. “Grieve on me, let me take your pain away.”
I was a bit dumbfounded at the words that came out of my mouth because of all my sexual contests, this was the first time I had actually said those words. Normally, I just fucked and never called again but with this young werewolf, it was a whole new different feeling.
‘Yulia, Mine!’ Iran growled as he got restless.
‘Read the fucking room you stupid horny beast!’ I scolded him as I held on to Yulia.
Yulia looked up at me, her face streaked with fear and tears.
“I am so terrified, Issa,” She whispered.
“No harm shall come to you, Yulia, I give you my word as a Lycan,” I vowed to her before I could stop myself. What was wrong with me? Was this how it felt to be Mated?
“Promise?” She asked.
Her eyes, there was so much need in her stormy gray eyes to be claimed by me and I could no longer resist the urge. So I did the only thing that came to my mind without thinking.
I kissed her.
I claimed her mouth, searching and seeking and wanting and the worst part was that she responded. She wrapped her warm arms around my neck as she got to the tip of her toes. My brain short-fused as my loins rose in response to her soft delicate lips.
A deep hunger came alive within me.
I trailed my hands down her back till I reached her butt and I squeezed possessively. she moaned against my mouth and I drove my tongue deeper into her mouth, drinking her in and taking in all that she had to offer.
Mine… she was mine and no one else!
‘Should I still read the room?’ Iran taunted but I was too lost in her essence toI pay any attention to him.
‘Wait your fucking turn!’ I yelled at him internally.
He went quiet and I lost track of time as we both explored each other’s mouth with reckless abandon. It was as if we had thrown caution to the wind and we no longer cared about the consequences. My hands were beginning to find her bare skin when-
“Ahem!” A voice interrupted us and I went mad with rage.
Andrea! That fucking bitch!
“So you left the party to make out with your niece?” She taunted as a cold grin scattered across her lips and I reluctantly let Yulia go.
“I am going to call it a night,” Yulia said in a shame filled voice. “Goodnight Issa.” She walked away from me, totally ignoring Andrea before entering the house.
I watched her go with longing until she disappeared from my sight and I was left with Andrea and a raging hard cock.
Andrea walked close to me and sniffed loudly. “I can smell your arousal, Issa.”
She eyed my hard shaft as she approached me.
“I could take care of that for you,” She whispered seductively as she stopped before me.
“You can try,” I said in a hoarse voice. “But it will do nothing to satisfy me.”
Andrea raised a mischievous eyebrow. “Is that a challenge, Lycan?”
I needed release badly but I had no desire for Andrea. Not anymore. Not after this night.
“Goodnight, Andrea,” I gruffly replied.
As I walked away, the hunger threatened to destroy my soul. How was I going to sleep tonight?