Malcolm McLean

*This chapter will contain sexual content*

Growing up the only child and successor to my father's Lycan pack was hard. I didn't get to play like the other children. I spent most of my time learning and becoming a great leader. I never got a chance to play children games or participate in activities.

When I was little, I would cry and get upset with my parents for forbidding me to play with the other children but I somehow made friends with Damon. His father was close to my father and it didn't take much for him and me to become good friends.

How he was like a brother to me. A typical Lycan pack could be as small as a group of ten to a group of 30 not counting the children. My pack had 20 male Lycan members, five of them took in their marked mates. The other ones haven't and so they spend their time with the unmarked female Lycans in the pack. In total, the pack was well within 30 members.

I didn't meet Isabella until a while later. I had my fair share of women before her but she had always been the one that can crawl under my skin. The one that can make me bend over backward for her.

I could deny what I feel for her but I know the truth. She was like a mighty wind that can blow me off my feet.

Isabella was a tiny female Lycan. Standing at her full height, she didn't even pass my shoulders. But with her tiny frame, she came bearing such a sensual hourglass that tempts me like a siren. God and those legs, they were amazing legs that had thick thighs. I couldn't get enough of.

I don't know why I allowed her to walk this far out into the woods but I knew she needed space or else I will lose her. Lycans don't like to be confined and if I wanted to keep her, I needed to let her go.

I inwardly laughed, how ironic that was too. I saw her swallow hard after telling me that I can do anything with her. My hand shot out and latched around her right upper arm. Bringing her close to me. Her curvy body softly pressed against me. She steadied her balance by placing a hand on my chest. The flash of pain that crossed her face told me she was hurt by my tight grasp.

"Do you mean it, Isabella? My hatred for you knows no bounds. If I am to unleash it, you might get hurt in the end." I sneered, feeling bitterness fill my soul.

Her eyes shifted uncomfortably before she hesitantly nodded, "I can take it."

I didn't like that answer. I pushed her away from me and she stumbled back. Her back hitting the tree. I don't want her to take it! I want her to fight it! Her giving in won't prove anything. It would only add to the frustration growing inside of me.

I turned away from her and stalked further into the woods, needing space. I heard her follow tentatively behind and was surprised that she was following me.

"You think it is just that easy, huh?" I asked, not bothering to turn back to look.

I heard more rustling and felt her presence a lot closer to me.

"Nothing is easy."

I turned around. My anger coming back in full force. Her eye never wavered. No, it was like she was staring straight into my soul. For fuck sakes, those hazel-gold eyes held nothing back and for once I was afraid to look into them.

I stalked towards her, staring at her luscious pink lips. Once I was close enough, I ordered roughly.

"Then strip, Isabella. You're willing to do anything for me, then I want you to strip." I hissed in anger. Anger from feeling weak. Anger from her resolve.

Slowly, she began to strip. Taking off her maroon blouse. Reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. Once her heavy bountiful breasts were free, she unbuttoned her pants and slipped both her pants and panties down together. She stepped out from her pile of clothes.

She was like a wood nymph standing before me naked with her chin held high--proud and strong.

"Breall ort (Bloody hell)."I muttered in exasperation.

Fortunately, with the thick masses of different trees and bushes, no one could see us unless they really looked. I didn't want to kill the unfortunate male lycan who laid eyes on her.

I took my time circling her and leaned in close to her ear, "You are mine, Isabella. Nobody else's but mine and I'll kill anyone who takes you from me."

She shuddered not from fear but from arousal. My cock was throbbing painfully. I couldn't wait to be inside of her.

"Strip me," I commanded. I watched her as she lifted up my shirt over my head. Once it was completely off, she threw it onto her pile of clothes. Her hands moved to the top of my pants and she undoes them. Her hands never hesitated. Instead, they eagerly tried to free what was underneath the stiff fabric of my jeans. I bit my lips and waited for her to strip me down.

Once I was completely naked, I took one large step and swept her up into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her large breasts pressed against my chest and her legs now wrapped around my waist. My hands were possessively holding onto her ass. She wiggled in my arms, trying to find a good position.

"Stop," I ordered, I was already losing control and any more from her and I will take her right here.

If her body was mine like she said, then I was going to use it. A strong possessive urge filled my being. I pushed her up higher and her breasts were now leveled with my mouth. Without missing a step, I ravished one nipple. Her hands immediately intertwine in my hair, keeping me there. I heard her soft gasp and a slow purr coming from her throat.

"Malcolm." She whispered softly. I flicked my tongue across her soft pink nipple. She tugged on my hair. "Take me. I am yours."

I growled and my canine lengthen upon her submission. She felt it poke her sensitive skin because she tightened her legs around my waist and pushed me more towards her breasts. I let go of her nipple and moved onto the other one, giving it the same amount of treatment.

We entered into the cold, rocky stream. She gasped in surprise before our whole body was completely underneath the water. If I dropped her, she will probably not be able to touch the ground with her toes. However, the water reached my chest.

I peppered my kisses up her chest and slowly easing her down. Her entrance now hovering above the tip of my cock. Her eyes met mine and what I saw there unnerve me. I clenched my teeth and pummeled my cock into her pussy. She moaned and dug her fingers into my back. However, her eyes never closed. Instead, it held my gaze.

It flipped a switch inside of me and I couldn't stop myself. My hands tightened around her and I continued to ram inside her core. My cock hitting her deep. I knew she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure but it seemed to only spur her on. She moaned and encouraged me to continue my pace.

"Fuck. You are going to drive me fucking insane." I growled. She crushed her lips onto mine and I hungrily met hers. My tongue slipping in to immediately dominate and taste her. Her tongue fought mine with the same amount of fervor. I pinched her ass and she clenched around my cock.

"Mo Chreach! (God damn!)" I growled, tearing my lips away from her. I took us out of the water and laid her down on the soft bed of grass by the river.

Without pulling out completely, I thrust back inside of her. She raised her hip to meet me halfway. I gripped her hips, kneeling between her legs. I looked down at her through hooded eyes.

Her lycan's eyes met mine and I have never felt such raw need and trust quake between us. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. The feral need inside of me blew me away like a raging storm. I bent down and hid my face in the crook of her neck. My thrust became erratic and uncontrollable. The need to feel her. To be inside her was like I was going to die if I didn't get it. I couldn't explain it. All I knew was my gut clenched with a yearning unheard of.

Her hands snaked up my back to my neck. Her lips found my hard shoulders and she latched onto it with her open mouth kisses.

"Malcolm, please." She pleaded and my heart twisted in my chest. I felt pain because her plea seemed to be more than the sexual need. It was like she was feeling the same thing I was feeling.

"Stay with me, Isabella. Don't let go yet." I heard my hoarse and emotional voice replied.

She hugged tighter and her legs hiked up and it was all it took for me. I roared and she cried out. Her core pulsed around me. I felt my canine lengthening and before I knew what I was doing. I had latched onto her neck and marked her without her permission. I felt it. The moment my canine's pierced her left shoulder. Her soft cry and the tightening of her arms. She didn't let me go. Instead, she held me tighter. I sucked on her neck, her warm blood swarming my mouth. I drank her like she was my life source. She didn't fight. There was no resistance and it tore me up inside.

Fuck. What was she doing with me?

When her body slackened from her orgasm. I slumped on top of her. She didn't let me go even then. Her hands caressed my back, learning every curve of my back.

"I marked you," I whispered.

She didn't answer me. I pulled back to look at her and her hazel-gold eyes glinted back at me. The corner of her lips lifted, "Do you regret it?"

I could say yes but I knew that was a lie. Hell, I was more than glad I fucking marked her. The possessive side of me was patting me on the back. I didn't answer her. Instead, I pulled out of her and walked over to our pile of clothes. I bent down and took mine and picked up hers. I turned around and saw her sit up. her legs sticking out to the side. The roots of her hair wet from the stream and clung to her skin.

I walked over and handed her the clothes. She took it and clutched it to her breasts. I noticed the love bites I placed on her breasts. My gaze flicker backs up to her and she looked at me warily.

"I do not," I replied honestly for the first time. "You are mine, Isabella Carson."