Carter's Savior

Carter Jafir, three words represent him. Hot. Fucking. Stuff. Everyone loves him. He is the charismatic man everyone wants. He walks into a room and demands attention. A Lycan born from werewolves, one of the rarest combinations.

But don't be fooled, his father is Dieter. So he was raised with a level of ruthlessness. He got his father's violence, but his Dad's personality.

Even through the trial and tribulations he's faced, he still came out a better man. Though on the inside, he is hurting, and afraid. But he is unable to even admit it to himself yet.

Because of this, Carter is in no way ready to settle down. The thought of it made him sick. There were too many women in the world, how could one satisfy his needs? Especially at the young age of 23. Plus settling down means opening up his heart. Something that he promised himself he'd never do again.

He gets along with everyone...well almost everyone. There is one man...one tiger, that irks his nerves like no other. He presses every single button he has. That makes him question his sexuality and that man is Sloan Mickaya.

Sloan Mickaya is a Tiger shifter. One of the rarest shifters known. He knows it, and everyone else knows it. And because of that, he draws attention wherever he goes. He towers of werewolves and lycans, and in strength. Many are intimated because of the dominance that exudes from him.

Men and women throw themselves at him, but he ignores them. For there's only ever been one person on his mind.

One person stole his heart.

And he doesn't want it back.

Carter's POV

Sex.

Literally, nothing is better than that.

Sex is good for a multitude of reasons and I'll list them.

1. You get your rocks off.

2. You are wrapped up in a ball of pleasure.

3. You become numb to the outside world.

Sex is like therapy. Though my therapist would say otherwise. But I personally think it is. Whenever I am feeling things I don't want to feel I always have the option to hit up a girl and fuck her until I feel better.

And I will say, nothing is better than fucking a girl while you're angry. Talk about the best orgasm of your life.

And not to get all deep and shit but sex...well sex is the only time I feel like I am desired in this life. So of course I'm going to go where the love is. And the love is in a different woman's bed every night.

Like now.

I slid in and out of her with ease. Her wetness dripped down her legs as I pounded in between her. Her loud moans filled the air as my dick filled her pussy.

She leaned forward and bit down on my shoulder to quiet herself but Samantha was never fucking quiet.

"Fuck, Carter." I loved when they yelled my name. It made it personal, it reminded them that I was the one giving them this immense amount of pleasure and no one else could give them what I do.

My dick was fucking magic. I knew that. She knew that. That's why she always came back for me. Her nails and claws dug into my back, drawing blood. I hissed at the sting but I welcomed that shit. It felt fucking good.

"Harder." She breathed into my ear and I obliged.

I was thankful to the goddess for making me a Lycan and giving me this unnatural strength. Most wolves couldn't take me, but Samantha could. She always could.