Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 87 A Drunken Kiss

Marco’s POV:

My heart rate accelerates, every inch of my skin trembles at her touch, and my body buzzes with desire as she pulls me in. But I only get a quick taste. Her soft kiss only lasts for a couple of seconds, before she pulls away again.

Not that I’m interested in ending it now. My thoughts are erratic, and the only thing I can focus on is her, my mate. My wolfish need for raw s*e*x and my primal possessiveness override everything else. Fisting the collar of her top, I yank her towards me, causing a hitch in her breath before I begin sucking on her lips hungrily. With her drunken state, there less rigidness or shyness in her movements. She doesn’t stop me, lacing her fingers round my neck as she kisses me back. I press my throbbing member against the fabric concealing her female parts and she reciprocates, slowly moving against me, forcing a growl to edge between my lips. “Mine,” I whisper.

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I can feel her smile against my lips. My dominance only escalates, and my hand finds its way into the strands of her hair. My fingers slide up through to the roots of her long locks and I scrunch hold of them, gently tugging her head to the side. She obeys my silent demand, exposing her neck to me.

I drop my head into the crook of her jugular, kissing and licking at her flesh, swirling my tongue over my visible mark, making her m*oa*n at the sensations it causes. I mouth at her neck before returning hungrily to her lips before backing her up against the wall behind us.

“I want that skirt and those p*an*tie*s off. Now,” I say, almost speaking into her mouth as our lips still touch.

She complies, and in an instant her skirt and underwear drop to the floor, surging my arousal. My hands race to clasp her butt cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make her wine. I can’t stop myself from slapping them once or twice for good measure, before my fingers suddenly slip back front.

She gasps as I push through her folds and into her. At first, I swirl gently, and her m*oa*ns are soft and subtle. But I soon grow ravenous and begin to pump her quicker. Her body trembles and shudders with the motions. I feel her hand wrap over mine to enf*orc*e the thrusting, moving her hips in rhythm.

manhood crave more and more to be inside her. She’s warm and tight. Soon she can’t keep herself

I groan in greater need to have her. She

feel my manhood wail in sadness. But I smile, nevertheless. Careful not to wake her, I tuck her into bed

Eric’s POV:

father’s men. Following the trail Lily left me, I travel beyond the border of the capital, heading deep into rogue territory, never stopping for breaks. Leaving the world of royalty behind. For

my keen nose picks up the scent of another pack, and not long after stepping past their borders, a couple of scouts come to ward me off. But my size is intimidating, as a Lycan, I am triple

glance at each other, but they must’ve known who I was. There are only three living Lycans, and the other two wouldn’t have known Dorian’s pack existed. Once they display that they aren’t going to attack me, I shift back into my human form, and

toes and frightened by the ruling family. It was the only way to prevent any sort of uprising, but I never realized how poor their lives were. Hush little campfires, crumbling abandoned buildings, camping trailers and tents… My royal attire is a stark and harsh contrast to my surroundings.

a chair whilst Lily stands beside him. Her escape has brought light back into her eyes. The dangerous fiery spirit now sparks in her gaze

do. “Thank you, for helping me escape, for giving me my freedom,” Lily isn’t known for her sincerities, she must’ve

“So, you’ll teach me then? You’ll teach me how to use

ago, I told Lily flower that I returned the kindness her mother offered me, all my debts to her are

that in combination with my own Lycan power will give me

is too uncertain for me to bet on. I have very little patience you see, and teaching you will take time, it

sort of deal

“I want Tanya. Bring her to me,

Tanya’s POV:

headache, and I curse under my breath in protest to the blinding sun as I groan, forcing my sore body to

at me with a playful smile. “Why are