Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 92 Sweet Night

Tanya’s POV:

As our lips finally part again to catch our breaths, I stare into the depths of his ocean eyes, finding myself roaming across the waves of his deep blues. He smiles. And I smile back, and we both can’t help breaking out into a chorus of laughter. My giggles and his playful chuckling weave into a glorious happy melody.

“From now on,” Marco whispers. “I’m never letting anyone get in between us ever again. You’re the love of my life,” I find myself staring at him in awestruck, before propping myself up, leaving my lips inches from his as I whisper.

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“And I promise, to never let anyone stop me from loving you again,” but before, I allow him to lower himself towards me. One of my hands gently grabs his arms, pulling one side of his body towards me, whilst my other hand pushes against his chest. And he soon understands what I’m after.

We tumble again into array of kisses, and the duvet wrestles with our moving bodies. Floating gracefully into the air momentarily as Marco pulls me on top, before the blanket settles back down again over my body and his. I straddle him, leaning forward to let my hair cascade around us like a curtain, shielding our love from a world that can be cruel and despicable.

But our bubble is what is safe.

Without him asking, I lift my top over my head in eagerness, before lowering down again to hungrily kiss his lips. My hand goes to cuff him just beneath his chin to hold him in place. And I smile as a lustful growl edge past his lips.

that matters with Marco at my side. The world can have all the opinions it wants on who I am and what I’m capable

him being beneath, my growing desire and renewed Alpha strength, Marco still finds a way to display his dominance. His fingers slip into the crevices of my hair, fisting his hand, and tightening his grip to push my head down and pressing me harder into

and sensually tug with a defiant smile. I sense he’s surprised, and another dominant growl edges past me. But I don’t fear his authority. I relish in it, finding pleasure with pushing his boundaries and

reaction to my playfulness, Marco tugs my head to the side, pulling me closer so that he has full access to

find his favourite mark on my neck, my hand sneakily glides down to his c*rotc*h, and without warning my hand grips the bulge that sits firm and solid beneath

reflex to my sudden touch. He grabs my head harder, pressing my neck further against his lips as his teeth nip my skin. “Watch yourself Princess,” he mutters with a sly

so many years ago. I never truly felt like a princess. I felt like an imposter, someone in the wrong body, and all you had to do was peel away a layer of my skin to reveal

that I really care for being royalty, but rather that I belong beside Marco. I am his princess. And one day… as crazy and as absurd it still seems to be. I will

me back to reality, a beautiful reality. And whilst I have still been hungrily kissing his lips, he can sense I have been away with the fairies for

smile. “Everything

as I trail down his body before finally coming down onto what I was wanting all along. He helps me undo the button of his pants and I hastily pull them off, tossing the clothing off

situate myself

Marco’s POV:

so all I can see is her head at the base of my g*roi*n, her eyes peering into mine as she runs her fingers and nails along my sides,

emerald hue of her forestry eyes, their green shade reminding me of woods, the wolfish safe heaven I knew and loved. Tanya is a forest, sprawling with beauty, with growth, with fauna. Like a tranquil woody landscape, she soothed

with expertise. I’m blanketed in a wave of pleasure as the soft w*et noises coming from her suckling on my length and the mounds at its

For a little while.