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Her. Lydia. Lydia and her beautiful hot mouth sliding up and down his ready-to-burst cock.
    “ Lydia, Lydia, Lydia…” he whispered. “Make me come, baby. I want to come in that sweet mouth of yours.”
    She sucked harder at that, taking him all in, her own moan vibrating off her lips which formed a ring around the base of his shaft.
    “ Ooh, that’s it … that’s it …”
    She reached under him and caressed his balls which instantly tightened at the unexpected attention. God, he was close.
    “ I’m so fucking hard for you…”
    Her hand replaced her mouth, and she suddenly gripped him hard and fisted him – long strokes; fast strokes…
    “ Christ!”
    And then she stopped.
    He whimpered, as she pressed right down into the base of his cock and held him there on the edge, her other hand gently circling the crown of his head.
    This time his groan was one of torment. Too much! “Lydia, please…”
    “ I want you to touch me,” she whispered.
    Yes, of course … of course… Except he couldn’t move his arms. Why couldn’t he move his arms?
    “ Please, Ryan … I need to come.”
    Oh, god, he had to help her. Full moon. It was the full moon. He may have been imprisoned in darkness all this time, but he could feel the moon, fully waxed. She would need release…
    “ Ryan, I feel like I’m dying…”
    “ No! Don’t say that!”
    And then she was crying; little sobs that wrenched his heart.
    “ Lydia —”
    “ I need to come … Ryan … I’m burning … burning up… Touch me … please touch me…”
     
    He roared himself awake, arms swaying in their chains, fury coursing though his body, only to have that fury freeze in place when his eyes met green slitted ones.
    The female Trident held him firmly around the base of his hard-on, gently circling the tip of it, her seductive mating scent palpable, even if she was a breed apart from himself… and a corrupted breed at that.
    He swung at her furiously with his legs, trying to buck her off him, anger and disgust taking over all other emotion, but she held on, squeezing harder. Her eyes flickered yellow briefly in what little light there was…
    “Who’s Lydia?”
    Stone cold fear stilled him. Sweet Jesus, what had he said?
    “You’ve cried out her name before. I’ve been listening … you never knew I was here.”
    “What do you want from me?”
    “I want what you want: a mate. I want you .”
    “It doesn’t work that way.”
    “It does for The Trident. We’ve been forcing ourselves into bonding with each other since the beginning, so we can reproduce. Successful breeding is so rare for us, but so easy for your kind once you have found your mate.”
    “Your genes and my genes don’t mix.”
    The female smiled. Something inside him shrivelled and he wished the same would happen with the damn erection she had in her hands, but his biology was ruled by the pull of the moon, and he could feel it bearing down on him like a crushing weight. He wanted to shift; he wanted to run; he wanted to mate…
    The silver wrapped around him ensured the first two options were out. According to his dick, he was still capable of the third.
    She stepped in closer to him, pressing the tips of her breasts against his chest. At least she was dressed… “We have found a way to merge our DNA with yours. When they merge, our genetic code overpowers yours. The end result: werewolf becomes Trident.”
    He shook his head as the horror of what she was saying filtered into him. “No…”
    “Yes.” She released his base and began to stroke him again, higher up this time, near the tip.
    He gritted his teeth, willing his cock to go soft. It did the opposite and grew harder instead. His seed surged up inside … and then she squeezed his base again. He threw his head up and bit his tongue to keep from making any sound – he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.
    “Tell me where your pack is located.”
    Yeah, right. “No.”
    “You have the fertility we need,