Heart Of A Lycan King
Chapter 62

AIDEN.

A moment passed.

And another.

And another again. Yet, I didn’t know what to say. Or how to react to the words leaving Nala’s mouth. I could feel the tightness in my chest increase, the way my throat clogged, making it nearly impossible to breath or swallow properly. I could hear the pounding in my head.

The world went momentarily soundless, devoid of noise except for the sound of my heart tendons stretching, on the verge of snapping under the pressure of wonder she’s just stuffed inside of it. There was a pulsing squeeze in the dead center of my body, demanding that I give her a response. But all I could do was stare down at her, and I guess my lack of response prompted her to speak again.

“I want you to mark me, Aiden,” she said, a bit breathless as she looked up at me through her heated gaze. “I want you to take me, to make me yours. I’m ready to finally carry your mark around without batting an eye.”

Damn! She loved me. And she wants…my mark. She wants us to mate!

I took a giant gulp of air and scooped her into my arms, rejoicing when she came easily, looping her legs around my waist as I sat with her straddling me, and then burying her face in my neck. I kissed her hair, her cheek, pressed my mouth to her ear. “You have no idea what you are asking for, Nala,” I growled.

“I don’t?” She asked innocently, pushing back from my neck to stare at me. “Show me what I’m asking for then,” she murmured against my ears. “I want to see.”

There goes my resistance. The jerk in my trousers I’ve been trying to ignore. The fire in my chest ignited as she began moving like last night. This time though, it was too slow. Painfully slow.

“Nala…” I growled, cupping her a.ss. This was the first time I had allowed myself to touch it, and it was only because she looked absolutely okay with the idea. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, wanting to be very sure about what she was asking before I jumped on her.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything,” she mumbled, pressing her lips over mine in a sensual k**s.

I melted on the inside, the heat in my groin increasing. With a loud growl, our mouth still pressed in a heated k**s, one of her hands trailing behind me, tracing my scar, while the other was wrapped around my neck, I stood up, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I began to walk upstairs.

“I’m going to make this worth it, Nala,” I said against her mouth. “I’m going to make sure you never regret trusting me this much,” I added.

“I have no doubt, My King,” she murmured, placing small, closed mouthed k****s on my jaw, my nose, my cheeks, and the side of my neck. “Uh-huh, go to our room,” she whispered against my neck.

“You said not to go there,” I replied, turning and walking towards our room. When we got inside after I had gotten home, she had insisted I take my bath and change in the other room, constantly saying that our room was off limits for today.

“You’ll see why,” she murmured, burying her face in my neck. “Good to be in my recharging corner,” she added softly.

My body shook from laughter. I don’t know how she does it. No matter how thick the tension, she always finds a way to say something that would cut it down. This was my woman. My gift.

The door to the room was ajar when I got there, so I simply pushed it open with my leg and stepped in. It was dimly lit, but I could see the red roses scattered on the bed and on the floor as well. Three candles burned on each side of the bed, and the multicolored chandler above gave the room a completely different vibe. A romantic vibe.

I stopped in the middle of the room, my heart in my mouth. I didn’t know what to make of this. Now that I was seeing this, and remembering the scantily dressed woman in my arms, it dawned on me that she had prepared for this before I even returned. That she had already planned to do this. And I had no idea what to do with that realization.

“Is…is it too much?” she asked, her voice low and hesitant.

“Goddess, no, Nala. No,” I tore the words from my clogged throat, kissed her forehead then began walking towards the bed and laid Nala gently on it, and stood back up. “This…this is perfect, Nala.”

She beamed up at me, her chest rising and falling, the impact causing my eyes to fall on her n.ipples straining from underneath her red nightgown. Her once perfectly styled hair is now a complete mess. She looked…gorgeous. Stunning. Absolutely ravishing.

“I was afraid it wouldn’t set the mood,” she mumbled quietly. “Come here, My King,” she stretched her hands towards me, beckoning for me to come closer. “I am aching so bad,” she said, her voice breathy.

I took her hand, and leaned down over her, then took her mouth in a desperate k**s. I was aching more than she could ever imagine. I had been ignoring Leo’s panting in my head, but it was becoming nearly impossible to do that anymore. However, he stopped completely, and then vanished, although I could still feel his presence.

I trailed the k****s down her jaw, her temple, her neck, loving the m***s she made in the process. I worked my way around the strings that held her gown, and spread the gown open completely. I sat up, taking in the scene before me.

She laid there, bare for my eyes, in nothing but a white thong, and a black brassiere that held her b.reasts. She…oh, Nyala! A rumble started in my chest, and didn’t stop until I had drawn off the remaining parts covering her body. When she bit her bottom l*p, I felt dizzy. The crimping sensation, and desperate urgency to bury myself deep within her hit me with a force.

“I don’t know how to dress…s.exy,” she whispered. “Does my mismatched underwear turn you off?” she asked timidly, a flash of uncertainty reaching her eyes.

I hated it, but it was normal for her to feel that way. F**k! I am even nervous as well. What if I ruin this for her? For us both? What if she realizes there’s nothing much I can offer? What if…

“Are you okay?” I heard her voice float, pumping back the air to my throat.

I shook my head, trying to erase the dark thoughts threatening to take over my mind. I covered her body with mine, sucked on the hollow of her neck, eliciting a deep shaky m**n, before I kissed her hard on the lips. The jolts her body sent through mine was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Flesh against flesh now, it was impossible to resist my urge. To push them down. “I’m even more turned on now, Nala,” I murmured, trailing downwards.

I was eager to strip down my trousers, tear away her panties and take her. But this is the first for us both, and I don’t want to ruin it.

I cupped her b.reast with one hand, and latched my mouth on the other through the soft cotton material of her brassiere. She arched her back, her hands in my hair that was already beginning to loosen from Nala’s tugging, but I didn’t mind. I loved the way her fingers trailed down my body, her m***s, which I kept swallowing time after time. I loved the way her body folded against mine, the heart jerking whimpers. I continued to suck hard and fast, until I couldn’t take it anymore and dragged the material covering it away.

But dragging it didn’t seem to work. Apparently, there was a hook holding the brassiere in place on the back. I cursed underneath my breath, slipping my hand behind Nala in an attempt to unhook the damn thing. But with every attempt, I become even more frustrated because for the life of me, I couldn’t unhook the damn f*****g thing.

Nala giggled, her body shaking from the impact. “Here, let me,” she said softly. “Surprising to see you can’t even unhook a bra,” she added, eyes pinned on the workings of my throat, down to the length of my bare body before she licked her bottom l*p again.

“I’m afraid I have no experience there, Nala. While I’m very capable of making you drip in minutes,” I swallowed, “I’m unfortunately not lucky in that aspect of bra unhooking.”

She simply smiled, licked the seam of her lips once more, before she leaned up and unhooked her bra in mere seconds. She slipped the material off, a small smile teasing her lips before she fell back on the bed.

My mouth watered as I stared down at her sprawled before me, the tip of her dark areola, hard and perky. The buzzing in my head increased, causing a dull, painful ache to settle in my crotch.

“C…can I…” the breath knocked out of my mouth when Nala pushed up just a bit, circled her hands around my neck and pulled me down to one perky areola. I didn’t hesitate, I opened my mouth and took it.

“Uggh!” An unintelligible g***n left her mouth as she ached up, her legs hugging me and tugging me closer. I sucked hard and fast, before I switched my attention to the other b.reast and sucked on it as well.

My insides were on fire, her m***s not making this any easier. She didn’t seem to mind the hardness that pressed down her belly, instead, she rubbed herself slowly, her damp panties rubbing against my trousers.

F*****g hell!

“If you want to say no, say it now and we’ll stop. I’ve gotten pretty f*****g good at waiting for you.” My mouth dipped to her throat, exhaling heat into the hollow. “Waiting for you is the best thing I’ve done.”

“I don’t want to wait. N…no waiting. I need you so bad,” she sobbed, tugging at my shoulders, moving her h**s in desperate little circles. “Oh, Aiden, I’m aching.”

“You know I’m going to handle it,” I bit the side of her neck, thrust my h**s up roughly against the dampness of her panties, and listened to her breath catch. “Don’t you?”

“Yes. Yes.” She panted.

I pulled back a bit, and we locked gazes. The swirls of her deep brown eyes drowning me. “I want to lick and eat you down there, Nala,” I said gruffly. “But only if you want me to,” I added.

She stared at me for a moment, the nervousness returning. “What do you mean?”

“I can show you,” I murmured, kissing her lips briefly before trailing down.

I tucked a finger in the center of her thong’s front waistband and tugged it down, revealing that teasing little split, the nub of flesh just pushing her lips apart. I swayed forward with a growl, pressing my face to the lush flesh and inhaling deeply.

“This is mine.”

Her stomach hollowed on an intake of breath before she answered. “Yes.”

“Going to spoil you with my tongue now.” I kissed the top of her slit. “Then have you lay back and spoil you f*****g rotten with my sack later.”

She whimpered, her eyes drowsy as she peered at me through her heavy lashes.

I brought my hand around her h*p, trailing two fingers between her soft folds, and enjoyed the act of getting her wet by licking something else entirely. Enjoying her initial shyness and the way she eventually couldn’t help but slide her legs even wider on the bed, her h**s undulating in time with the hungry strokes of the tip of my tongue.

By the time I let my tongue travel down and around to her area, it was so swollen; I batted the nub with my tongue a few times, rubbed the sensitive button with my thumb, and she broke apart, hiccupping into the comforter, her delicious wetness coating her inner thighs, and my mouth.

She was panting as I rose, dropped my trousers and climbed onto the bed over her. “I’ll…I’ll start now,” I said in a tight gasp. “If at any point it feels too much, let me know.” I reassured her, kissing her forehead before I angled myself at her entrance and pushed myself inside of her still-contracting spot, just a little. Afraid I may end up hurting her.

“Mine,” I gritted, the tightness of her tensing up as I inched more, firing every ounce of my b***d with possessiveness. “I’m taking what’s mine now.”

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NATASHA.

Aiden’s first upward thrust drove me up into the bed, and I choked on a scream. It felt…uncomfortable, and too…much. It’s as though I can’t feel anything around me except for the stillness of his hotness in me. His scent. His brooding body. His everything.

When his tongue touched me a while ago, I left Earth, and had no idea when I returned. For the briefest moment, I was scared he’d ask for the same, because I wasn’t sure I wanted to ever give anyone a bj again after the revulsion it managed to creep in me every time I remember the past. But he didn’t ask, he didn’t even indicate that he wanted it, and I could feel the way my heart swelled more with nothing but pure, undiluted love for my man.

While I may be willing to try new things, to push myself to the brink of more exposure, giving a bj was not part of it. I wasn’t ready for that, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be.

Right now though, it felt like I left the universe, and not just Earth. My throat constricted, my chest tightened, my lips hurt from constantly biting down on them to stop myself from screaming.

It dawned on me then, that nothing else mattered anymore. Nothing except for the fact that I wanted this man, and the fact that my heart was involved in this. It knocked impatiently in my ears as I tried to get used to the feeling of being oddly stretched.

For a while, Aiden didn’t move. He simply bit hard on my neck, and I was sure it’ll leave an even bigger hickey there. Which I absolutely do not mind! His beard tickled my face, causing wild tremors to shoot through me.

“I’m going to start moving,” he g*****d, lifting his head to k**s me hard. “You have to let me know if you feel uncomfortable. Or too much,” his voice was strained. Gruff.

I simply nodded, watching as he drew my legs apart even more and began to move faster. My eyes rolled in my head, and I struggled to find a rhythm. But what was funnier was that he seemed to be struggling as well. Because one moment he was going fast, and the next slow. Painfully slow.

We kept our gazes locked, before he stopped moving completely, pulled out, leaned down and kissed my open legs, eliciting a loud m**n I had no idea I had in me before he moved back up, angling himself at my entrance again and pushing in, in one swift motion.

“Oww!” I cried, my toes curling on the sheets. But Aiden still wasn’t moving, instead, he brought his forehead to mine and rested it, our eyes still locked.

“I’ll move slower now,” he whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. “I’ll be gentle. I want us both to enjoy this, Nala,” He finished.

I brought my arms and wrapped them around his neck, tugging him closer. He began to move in slow torturous strokes. The first stroke had my eyes rolling, and the second had me squirming in perfect confusion. How and what was he reaching inside me that seemed to unlock something feral? Something raw. Something passionate. Pressure rode low and threaded through my core, knitting me together so tightly I couldn’t think or breathe. With his open, grunting mouth on my neck, he stroked slowly. So slow that I began to get frustrated, yet somehow cherishingly. But then, I figured I liked it better than his clumsy attempt the first time. I wanted to move and meet his thrust, but I was scared I’d ruin it. So I didn’t move, instead, I dragged his face to mine and kissed him.

I think kissing is part of my new kinks. Kissing only Aiden, of course.

But when the heat at the pit of my stomach increased, I couldn’t hold back the m***s, or myself from meeting up with his thrust as he continued his slow strokes. He intertwined our fingers above my head, then leaned down and swallowed my m***s.

“I’ll never lie in this bed again without thinking of you. As I always did,” he breathed, his hand coming up to caress my cheeks tenderly while looking me square in the eye as another rush of wetness coated me all over. “You love knowing that, don’t you? You seem to love making me crazy, Nala.”

I bit my l*p and nodded. “Do you think I’ll mind? That seems to ease my mind more, Qalb,” I replied, my mouth forming an O.

“Yes,” he growled, the strokes still slow, holding still, deep, his pained face dropping into the crook of my neck. “And don’t call me that now, Nala, or I won’t be able to hold back.”

Oh, Nyala. That confession sent a contracting ripple through my core, and I let out a strangled sob, my hands flying to Aiden’s back, dangerously lower now though, sinking in and yanking him, scraping pathways into his flesh.

When the tension increased, I eagerly met up with him, his g****s increasing the tightness.

“I…I’m…”

“Let go, My King,” I whispered, fluttering my eyes closed as I began to unwind. “Let us let go together,” I added.

“Ughh!” He g*****d, biting so hard on my neck. His slow, sensual strokes were now getting a bit faster, the sound of wet slaps echoing in the room. “I’m going to mark you now,” he panted, his canines grazing my neck, just a bit closer to my collarbone, before he bit into it.

The sensation, the heat, the warmth it brought with it made me let go, and I could feel the tightness in my stomach slowly begin to unclench, releasing whatever tension it had buried in there.

A surge of different emotions shot through me, as though I had been combined with someone. Then it dawned on me that the adrenaline kicking, the tension, the nervousness were mine combined with Aiden’s.

Our emotions were combined. I was emotionally connected with my mate. The new sensation was overwhelming, so much so that I didn’t wait for him to catch his breath before I latched my canines into his neck.

His body rumbled, his pacing increasing. I wasn’t sure if he was feeling the same way I did when he marked me, regardless though, I loved the fact that we are more connected now. There was a slow hum beginning to settle around me, overtaking the little senses I still held onto. Aiden’s deep m***s made the experience even better.

‘Ina Sonki (I Love You),’ I heard Aiden’s voice float into my head, and for a moment, I was scared. ‘I love you so f*****g much, Nala,’ he added, stilling inside me as I felt something warm fill me.

We were both a panting mess when he rested his head over mine, tucking me into his chest as he rolled over, with me on top of him. He kissed my forehead, his arms tightening around me.

“That was the best thing ever,” he sighed, kissing my forehead again. “Thank you for trusting me this much, Nala.”

“No, thank you, My King. Thank you for making me trust you. For making me believe in love.” I kissed his sweaty chest, recalling the time he strolled into the hospital all sweaty with his football jersey. “I love you too,” I murmured, snuggling closer into him, too tired to lift a finger.

But I had to see the mark I had given him. So, I lifted my head and stared at the crescent moon, circled with three other markings around it. The first mark was a wolf, Erin. The second were trees, and I instantly related that to be a forest. The last, were eyes, and surprisingly enough, they are the same shade as mine, the same way the wolf had the same color as Erin.

“Wow! Is this how it looks when mates mark each other?” I asked.

“The mark of a Lycan is different. You carry three symbols on your neck, Nala.”

“What does it look like?” I touched it, feeling a zap of electricity shot through.

“A crescent moon, a brooding lycan, trees and eyes.”

“Just like yours,” I mumbled.

“Because we are one now,” he sighed.

I dropped my gaze to the wolf tattoo still on his stomach, and found I hated it. I wanted only my mark on him. No one elses!

‘I am a dizzy mess, Nat. I feel so lightheaded and I don’t think I want to move,’ Erin purred, laying her head on her paws with her eyes half closed.

Before I could react however, Aiden’s body shook as he laughed, before I felt him reach through the bond and touch her snort.

“You’re right, Erin. Both Leo and I don’t seem to want to move.”

“Wait, how did you hear her?” I asked, surprised.

“Through our bond,” he kissed my knuckles and tugged me closer. “You’re yet to filter your thoughts and Erin’s, hence why I could hear it.”

“Ah, makes sense,” I nodded, placing my head back onto his chest. “I’m in my recharging corner. And I just want to sleep now,” I murmured, closing my eyes and sucking in a deep breath of Aiden’s scent.

I did it. I had managed to push through my fear and do this. And I’ll be lying if I say I’m not proud of myself.

“I’m proud of you too,” Aiden whispered, tipping my head up and kissing me heatedly. “Go to sleep now.”

‘Sleep, My Queen,’ Leo’s husky voice drawled in my head, and I found a smile touching my lips before I drifted into sleep.

Happy and satiated.