All Chapters of The Lycan Brothers' Willing Toy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

With my legs wide, Blue placed a knee between my thighs to keep them like that as his left hand climbed its way up my inner thigh and brushed against my soaked core.Rippling shivers went through my body at his touch. My pussy clenched as I gulped in the air, trying to keep my moans moderate.Fred's hot breath on my neck turned me on, as his fingers continued their ghostlike stroll around my body until they got to my nipples. He didn't touch me. Just knowing how fingers were there was enough to drive me mad and let's not forget Blue, who had a mission to send me down the abyss of lust and pleasure. “You are fucking wet, Bunny, and I fucking love it,” he growled, gently stroking his finger up and down my slit, over and over until my panties and his finger were soaked.I moaned shamelessly as I ground into his hand. I wanted more from him. He was driving me crazy tonight, and he knew that. His touch was fire, one that threatened to engulf me in flames as he continued to stroke my pussy

BLUEWho would have guessed self-restraint was a difficult thing to master? Watching them going at it was one thing I never thought would test my control, but it did. With the wet towel, I cleaned our Bunny up carefully, while Fred watched me with a knowing smirk, his gaze travelling towards my cock. I was still aroused and knew I would have to wank my meat to calm it down. Which I would have to do after I had taken care of our Bunny. 'Stop staring,' I hissed at him when I realized he was still looking at me with that mocking gaze. “Why? It's not like I'm the one that made you stand.” Smirking, he got up from the bed and carried the bowl. “I will have my bath before you two,” he announced as he walked over to the bathroom, giving me a knowing look. “Bastard!” I cursed under my breath as I watched him, pissed. “Do you want me to help you with that?”The shy question brought me back from the path my thoughts were going towards. Blinking, I focused on our Bunny, who was now kneelin

“What?!!” I couldn't identify who yelled the loudest. My companions? Or me? “What the hell are you talking about?” I demanded, frowning at him. “You are not human,” he repeated, his gaze certain as he looked at me. “Not human? Do you even know what you are talking about?" I folded my arms, amused. "If you are confident about this, then, what am I? A werewolf” I pursed my lips, waiting for his reply. “I can't tell.” He got to his feet, shaking his head like he was still trying to figure me out. "It's confusing." “That's because I'm human,” I deadpanned, glaring at him. “I realize it's too much for you to come to terms with, but I'm not one of you guys. I was born human and have remained human since I met them.” I gestured towards my lovers, who were still too stunned to utter a word. They kept glancing from me to Da Ankora, and back to me. “No, you are not.” Da Ankora shook his head. “There's something within you. I can't tell what it is, but it feels like someone sealed your

I sat up on the couch, a look of urgency on my face as I watched him. I tried not to act concerned by his words, but it was difficult not to. "What's it?" My voice was low like I was trying to prepare myself for what he was about to tell me. And I was. I knew whatever he had to say must be grave."Promise you will listen to me first." "As long as you don't claim I'm not human, we are good to go." I relaxed back on the couch. "What did you discover?" I applauded myself on how composed I sounded. You wouldn't know I was battling with my inner self, thinking back to the dream I had, and the urgent expression on Da Ankora's face. He looked towards my mates, who were silently watching us. They were letting me decide what I wanted, knowing I was the one he came for, and not them. "There's this prophecy," he started, his gaze returning to my face. "Everything written in there pointed out —""That I'm not human?" I interrupted, knowing it was where he was heading with his words. "Not on

I hummed a low, familiar tone as I combed through my curly hair, smiling at my reflection. My blue eyes shone with happiness. I couldn't tell why I was happy, but my younger self seemed to know, and I could feel it. The emotion was intense, deep, and gripping. I grinned, reaching out to touch my image in the mirror. “Pretty,” I mouthed, giggling. Seeing my younger self in the mirror gave me a nostalgic feeling. It reminded me of those nights when I cried myself to sleep because of the teasing I got from the others. I was the youngest, making it easier for them to bully me. Not only that, but I stood out with my curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Most of them had brown eyes and black eyes. I was the odd one in the bunch. Sighing, I dropped the comb on the table. As I ran my little fingers through my hair, I couldn't help the nagging feeling I got. Deep down, I felt like there was something I was forgetting, something that I shouldn't have. I couldn't recall what I was doing befor