Chapter 79

Helen POV

I escaped upstairs, throwing myself into the shower so maybe, just maybe, it would hide my loud cries. I watched to wash my grief away, feeling so damn guilty when I shouldn’t have!

Russo betrayed us, he earned not trust, but what if he was right?

What if those wizards, including that small child I bonded with, was stuck under Juden’s terror? I know it’s like to be Juden’s whipping post. I couldn’t picture him doing that to Penelope.

“Helen, come here,” Justin whispered, pulling the shower curtain aside. His bare arms slung around my hips and I sobbed, already soaking wet, against his chest. “I know, mate. It’s upsetting.”

“What if he’s telling the truth?”

Justin hummed a noise, kissing my neck. “I can’t be sure if he is. That’s the problem. For now, I want you to decide what to do.”

I stepped back, the hot shower pouring down my naked frame. “Wh—What?”

He nodded, sure of himself. “You were the one that went through the week with Scott and his treatment of you,” he choked. “And the beating, leaving you in the street as bait—it was because of Russo. If you can’t forgive and trust him, then I don’t either.”

I sniffled, pushing myself into the back wall, cold and stunned. “Justin, I just—I don’t want—” I shook my head and cried harder. “I don’t want anyone to get hurt again.”

He nodded, undressing from his jeans and stepping into the water with me. I latched my arms around his neck and stood on the very tips of my toes, our lips locked together in endless, panting kisses.

I felt him go hard against my hip, and while there was an overwhelming issue lingering over our heads, we still could use this time to release that frustration in the best way possible.

He grinded his hips into my midsection, rubbing my back against the tile wall.

“You are my priority,” he hummed into my cheek, planning little kisses there before trailing them over to my earlobe. He bit down, sending shocks of pleasure into my damp core. “I don’t care about anything but you, me and our pack, that’s all.”

I tilted my head back, his lips finding my hard, erect nipples.

“Ah,” I panted. “Justin, can you be sure—your Lycan, Justin, I don’t want you to fight your Lycan—” I breathed. His fingers slid into my folds and I yelped in surprise. “Justin, please.”

“Fuck my Lycan,” he growled. He was far too hungry for my body to care. “Come here.”

He whisked me out of the shower. I slipped on the tile floors, Justin catching me by pinning my chest onto the counter by the sink. I blinked curiously at his reflection behind me.

He centered his hips with mine, his hands kneading my ass and my thighs.

“I want you to watch,” he demanded.

I watched him morph, his Lycan easily twice his normal size and his claws pressing into my hips dangerously. My breath hiccupped and I tried to stand straight.

He pushed my chest back into the counter, his movements so rough and forceful.

I felt his throbbing, massive cock brush up the inside of my thigh, finding my drenched core and plunging his way inside. I screamed in response, the overwhelming feeling of his dick in this form way more intense than any other.

“Justin!”

I pleaded in fear and in chaotic orgasm. He was rough in his every thrust, pushing me straight into the counter while I looked at him in the mirror, begging that he wouldn’t come in me like this.

His Lycan growled, pushing and slamming back into my pussy without relent.

Come swept down my thighs and I wept during my every orgasm, every single thrust inside of me sparking another. He moved faster, the pleasure too much, the size too much, and it was causing too many orgasms.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I breathed, trembling in weakness as his Lycan persisted. “Justin!”

I tilted my head back, accepting another swell of come to pour from my crease.

His claws came forward, aiming for my chest but I jerked in fear, forcing them to prod into my skin on my sides. I hissed through my joyous cries, blood trickling down my hips from where he jabbed little marks into me.

“Justin, ouch,” I groaned.

He thrusted again, harder, and I felt my pelvis crack.

“AH!”

Any sign of my mate was gone now. I melted the floor and he followed, roughly pressing my knees to part, to have access, and I couldn’t find the energy to beg him not to.

He was too far gone. His Lycan wanted my body.

He slid back inside my crooked hips, thrusting as he latched his claws into my thighs.

“JUSTIN!”

Randy answered instead. He rounded the corner and tackled my mate off of me. I backed up into the space under the sink, cowering in fear while Lycan and wolfen fought in our bathroom.

My fingers slid over my damp sex, pulling back to see a spec or two of blood from my core.

“Get out of here!” Randy snapped, shifting quick enough to yell at me before going back to subduing my mate. “Go, Helen!”

Despite my fear, my overwhelmed pleasure, and the bits of pain striking my body, I ran from the bathroom. I slipped into a robe in the bedroom and sprinted down the stairs.

Justin’s Lycan followed, hungry with need.

I slipped into the kitchen and he found me, snatching my hips into his claws and kissing my shoulder right before he bit down into my skin. Despite the blood, it sent a shockwave through my system.

I came from that alone, shriveling to the floor on my knees.

His erection was still bold and forward. His claws found my hair and he threw his hips forward, pressing his arousal into my lips. I gasped, unable to swallow all of it.

Randy skidded to a stop in the hallway toward the kitchen, watching as I subdued my mate with my tongue, brushing my lips down his shaft until he returned to his pale, pleased form.

“Fuck,” Justin growled, threating to pull away but I kept him still, servicing him as he needed. “Helen, no. You’re hurt.”

I brought my lips from tip to base, ignoring the little drops of blood and my shifted bones. I wanted him to take out his aggression in a healthy form. If sucking him gave him the clarity to exit his Lycan form, then I would do it.

I swirl my cheek and tongue against his erection and felt him relax more and more, even plopping down into a chair while I rocked my head back and forth over his yummy sex.

His Lycan was long gone, thankfully, and I was too worried that if I stopped, his Lycan would return and overwhelm me again.

I had so many orgasms while he was in his Lycan form that it made the pain worth it in the end.

He rested his hand lazily on the back of my head, smiling wide. “Fuck, mate. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I hummed, the feeling of my vibrating lips causing come to shoot down my tight throat.

“Fuck!”

I pulled back, licking my lips.

There was a clear sheen of remorse on his features.