Traded To The Lycan King

I wrap my arms around Colette, holding her close as she struggles to control her heart rate. Her fear pours into me like a free flowing fall over a cliff so I lower my head, pressing my lips to her ear.

"It's Percy's writing." I whisper, but it doesn't make her less worried. She shakes in my embrace, and I press my lips to her skin, giving her a reassuring kiss and forcing my calm into the bond between us, trying to help her relax.

"Why would he write 'burn'?" She asks, finally waking from the shock. I move away from her, reaching out and wiping the word from the mirror with my hand before turning to look into her shocked face. "Either he was under their control, or maybe he is trying to warn us." I offer, stepping forward and wrapping her in a big embrace. Colette releases a heavy sigh but shakes her head. Then she leans into me, the steam still swirling around us in the bathroom.

"We should go see him." She says, spinning in my arms, looking up at me. Her eyes are filled with doubt and uncertainty. I reach out, stroking her cheek as I move hair from her face and I offer her a soft smile. "Percy will be out for a while. At least for the night." I tell her, and she frowns.

"How can you be sure?" She asks.

"If he wakes up, Penny is staying in the room with him, along with the healers. We will be informed. I promise, Colette."

She mulls over the information before looking over her shoulder and nodding that she is giving in. The hand writing isn't easy to determine as Percy's, but I remember the little pranks he would pull on Penny, the little notes he left on the bathroom mirror to make her paranoid that someone was watching her. This seems like a warning of what I can't quite tell, but burn could mean anything.

"I don't think I will be able to sleep." She mutters and I reach down, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"I can think of ways to tire you out," I tease her, and she arches a brow.

"As tempting as that sounds, you truly do need a shower."

"Care to help me?" I ask, and she bites her lip nervously. Mated or not, this is still all very new to her. "I promise to be a gentleman."

She hesitates before she gently nods her head, giving me her approval. I remove my hand from her shirt, tracing them down her wrists and taking her hands and lifting them above her head.

heart is sounding in my ears, staring at her with her pink cheesy and lush breast on display. I hook my thumbs into her shorts, pushing

appreciating everything about her from her shy stance to her nervous energy. Then I strip my shorts off and place my hand out for her to take as I push

before me. Her chin tilted up for the water to roll over her face and down her chest. There

eyes open, watching me curiously, that I snap out of my trance. I instinctively wrap my hands around her, stepping closer to her as the water runs over my sore flesh. The water temperature surprises me

says with a teasing lilt in

boiling me alive." I grimace and she presses her bare, wet chest

stops, my body tingling with the sensation of our bond, and I bite my lips, trying to force the moan away. The mate bond can do so much for a couple. From expediting healing, down to a dopamine

she steps around me,

behind, her hands dragging up and down my check and stock with the soap before she presses a gentle kiss on my shoulder and slides around my front. She

my upper half?" I tease her and she again grows shy and shrugs. I sense her hesitation, her worry about what to do, how to please me or start without looking like a fool, and I chuckle. “Turn, I will wash

you." She insists, and

to return the favor." I tell her as I lather

her scalp,

to cover every inch of her, my hands following along, behind for good measure. Her eyes are on mine the moment I touch her collarbone, not once looking away

for me to decide what to do as I drag it over her perky cheeks, pressing her just a touch closer

and the access open, but I promised to remain a gentleman. So begrudgingly, I will remain just that. Her head falls back onto

together?" She whispers and I give

chance in hell." I whisper, pressing my lips to her

you be so sure?" She asks. "I mean, they

those trolls, they are just someone being used by magic, like the red-eyed