The Lycan’s Surrogate

Quickie

“So, you’re going to be the one who carries our precious child, our little bundle of joy, in your womb . . .” Selene, the fiery woman, placed a crystal-clear glass of water before me, her eyes burning with intensity as Magnus exited the room, leaving us alone.

“Yes . . .” Feeling incredibly awkward, I hastily grab a glass of water and gulp it down in one swift motion, setting it down with a suddenness that matches the intensity of my discomfort.

“I’m baffled by the mysterious allure that Magnus finds in you.” she lets out a heavy sigh, her eyes scanning my entire body with a face twisted in disgust. I can’t quite picture the type of face that is being shown.

“What on earth are you blabbering about, ma’am?” I furrowed my brow, my mind swirling with confusion, as I instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around my chest.

”I bet you’re just one of the countless girls he’s had his way with,” she chuckles. “You don’t want me to elevate my thoughts about you.” she indulgently savored the ruby elixir with a dismissive flicker of her eyes — she relished every drop as it cascaded down her throat.

“I’m sorry, but your thoughts are completely off the mark—”

“Are you seriously sharing that with me? I sense a wave of disrespect washing over me, carried by the sharp edges of your tone.” she let out a frustrated sigh and deliberately let go of the glass of wine, watching as it shattered on the floor.

The omega swiftly moved to clean up the mess, but she didn’t stop there. She even went as far as kicking at the omega’s feet in her anger.

“See? That’s the level of respect they show towards me. They hold me in high regard, treating me with the same loyalty and reverence like they’re a pack of well-trained canines.” Her laughter echoes through the room, piercing my senses, and leaving me paralyzed with a mix of fear and confusion.

“But I want you to prioritize your well-being,” she pleaded. “I can’t bear the thought of watching you toil away, knowing that it puts our future precious baby’s life in jeopardy. What is it that you desire, anyhow?” Her words danced in the air, teasing me with a subtle suggestion that she might surrender. A mischievous grin spread across my face as a soft chuckle escaped my lips.

“I don’t care about you. I cared about our child.”

“Well, absolutely—”

“I must depart immediately. If I catch a glimpse of you engaging in something less than entertaining, rest assured that consequences will swiftly follow. You’re fortunate that I am unable to inflict harm upon you.” she rudely cut me off mid-sentence, abruptly halting my flow of words.

There’s something about her that exudes an aura of someone who always yearned to be the ultimate authority as if she craved the validation of being right at all times.

I bobbed my head in silent accord as she sauntered away, abandoning me in the confines of this desolate chamber. I inhaled deeply, preparing to make my exit, when Magnus burst into the room, a tantalizing array of dishes balanced precariously in his hands—with a flourish, he carefully placed the delectable spread upon the table before me.

“I’m at a loss for how to react.” I declared.

“I sense that every step I take towards that woman is a perilous dance with death. She’s lethal.” I winced as I firmly pressed my fingertips against my forehead, feeling the slight sting of my nails against my skin—with a deep breath, I squeezed my eyelids shut, shutting out the world around me.

His laughter echoes through the room, filling the air with contagious joy. He whispered in my ear, “She needed the pregnancy test.” his warm breath tickled my skin — The thought of us both taking it together sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of anticipation and unease. I forcefully shoved him away from my body.

“What exactly do you mean?” I inquired.

“Why don’t you take the bold step of entrusting me with the profound responsibility of becoming your child’s surrogate mother—”

“But I yearn for you, Amara. I yearn to feel the gentle brush of my fingertips against your skin.” His words sliced through the air, severing my thoughts in an instant. I’m at a loss for words after that.

He pressed his body closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You have willingly entered into our agreement, woman.” He softly murmured, his warm breath gently caressing my skin, sending shivers down my spine and leaving me feeling utterly powerless in his presence.

I gave a slow, deliberate nod, my head bobbing up and down in agreement. “I know . . .” I whispered—his hand slamming the door shut with a resounding thud. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed through the room as he turned to face me, his face trembling with fear once more.

“I don’t want you to feel scared,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if carried by a gentle breeze through a moonlit forest.

“I’ve got Selene under control, no matter what. I am the very embodiment of her weakness,” he explained, a sly grin spreading across his face. “And oh, how I relish in the power that grants me. It’s an advantage I shall wield with cunning and precision.”

“But . . . Don’t you feel a pang of guilt towards her?” I furrowed my forehead, creating deep lines, and lifted my eyebrow in a questioning manner. This caused him to burst into laughter, his head shaking in amusement.

“Why would I?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity, as his lips brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I let out a sharp gasp, desperately attempting to wriggle free from his grasp, but my feeble efforts proved futile as he continued his relentless actions.

I absolutely must conceive a child with him.

I let out an audible groan as he forcefully peeled my garments away, carelessly discarding them. Now, clad only in my delicate undergarments, his gaze swept over my entire form with an intensity that suggested he was seeing it for the very first time.

I fixated my gaze upon his piercing eyes, feeling a lump form in my throat as I mustered the courage to speak, “I simply cannot bear this any longer . . .”

I let out a low, guttural growl as the scorching heat of my inner wolf surged through my veins. Craving his touch, I find myself teetering on the edge of betrayal, consumed by conflicting emotions. In response, he let out a mischievous chuckle.

“This is going to be far from a quickie. You must bestow upon me the precious gift of a baby. I’ll make this challenge both demanding and immensely rewarding for you.” He whispered the words into my ear.

I don’t just feel a hint of fear about what lies ahead for us—I’m engulfed in a whirlwind of trepidation. It’s not the uncertainty of our future that sends shivers down my spine, but rather the haunting presence of Selene that sends chills racing through my veins. Deep down, I’m acutely aware that this fear is unjustified, yet it lingers, casting a shadow over my conscience.

And will forever remain in the depths of error.

He swiftly tugged my delicate panty down, eliciting a passionate moan from my lips. My eyes were transfixed as I beheld him shed his garments, one by one, until he reached his boxer, which he skillfully removed, unveiling his impressive and commanding manhood. I made a valiant effort to avert my gaze, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over me. However, he seized my chin with a firm grip.

“This will occur repeatedly, Amara,” he whimpered, his voice trembling with anticipation, as he abruptly plunged his manhood into mine. I let out a sharp gasp and my body contorted with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he finally entered me.

“You’re incredibly tight, like a vice grip. It gives me the impression that I am the sole person who has ever had the privilege of exploring your depths.” A deep, guttural groan escapes from him, resonating through the air.

He hoisted me off the ground, my body weightless in his grasp, as a surge of agony shot through me when he forcefully pressed me against the unyielding wall. The sensation intensified as I could sense his presence deep within me.

“Oh, Magnus, for heaven’s sake . . .” I let out a deep, guttural moan that reverberated through the room. It’s reaching a climax, the forceful thrust as he plunges deep within me, his lips caressing my skin with a tantalizing touch. The sensation spreads through my body, causing my eyes to roll back and forth in ecstasy.

His fingers closed tightly around my face, exerting a firm and unyielding pressure. “Amara, please lower your voice.” He barked his order, his voice dripping with authority, as he accelerated with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

The sheer speed of his movements ignited a primal desire within me, a longing so intense that it threatened to escape my lips in a passionate moan. I am completely breathless, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through me as he passionately sucks on my lips.

Our lips collide, eagerly seeking entrance into each other’s mouths. I’m overwhelmed by an incredible sensation, gasping for breath. His lips gently parted from mine, and a cascade of kisses released like a delicate symphony.

As our bodies intertwined, his hand ventured to explore the depths of pleasure, caressing my most sensitive desires. Simultaneously, he remained inside me, a tantalizing union of passion and intimacy.

“Ah, f**k . . . s**t,” he whimpered, the sounds of his forceful thrusts growing louder and faster as he plunged into me. I have this eerie sensation that someone is lurking just beyond these walls, their ears straining to catch even the faintest whisper of our conversation.

“It’s divine . . . I can feel myself being drawn closer,” He whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I’m coming too,” My legs, burdened by exhaustion, threaten to buckle beneath me, their strength waning with each passing moment.

The world around me spins, blurring into a dizzying haze, as my trembling intensifies. I fear that I may succumb to unconsciousness, as the overwhelming sensation of shaking engulfs me.

Until I finally feel the electrifying surge of pleasure coursing through our bodies, as if we were both reaching the pinnacle of a magnificent mountain, our desires intertwining and merging into a symphony of ecstasy. He removed it slowly, his face contorting in pain as a soft whimper escaped his lips.

“f**k. That was outstanding.” He’s vigorously wiping and pulling on his thing, causing his essence to flow out in a torrent. He inhaled deeply, his breath tinged with a hint of seduction, before swiftly slipping into the bathroom.

I feel as though I was rendered invisible, my presence fading into the background like a whisper lost in a bustling crowd.

It holds no significance whatsoever. He’s going above and beyond for his mate who longs to experience the miracle of childbirth, while I’m simply fighting tooth and nail to stay alive. Thankfully, his level of abuse pales in comparison to Lucius.

As I grasped my underwear, preparing to slip them on, a sudden knock on the door jolted me from my routine.

“Amara!?” Selena’s voice resonates through the air, captivating everyone within earshot.

My heart thumped with every beat, resonating through my chest, as I was captivated by the commanding timbre of that deep voice.

“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, frustration mounting as I wrestled with the delicate buttons on my dress.

“Amara, can you hear me? Are you here?” she bellowed with such force that her voice reverberated through the room, shaking the very air around her.

“Stop right there, ma’am!” I let out a piercing scream, my voice echoing through the room, as I frantically adjusted the fabric of my dress, pulling and tugging until it was perfectly in place.

Magnus emerges from the bathroom, his face etched with a perplexed expression, while I stand here trembling uncontrollably. Our chaotic mess has taken over every inch of space, sprawling across the floor like a wild, untamed creature.

“What should I do?”

“Swing the door wide open!” she bellowed with authority.

“It’s alright. I’m going to seek refuge in the bathroom,” he confided, his voice tinged with urgency—with a swift motion, I swung the door open, as Magnus crouched inside the bathroom.

But she did not see him.

The relentless pounding of Selene against the door echoed through the room, a cacophony of frustration and anger.

“What are those unsettling noises echoing that you’re making and where on earth has Magnus disappeared to?”