Traded To The Lycan King

I settle onto the bed, patting the area around me as I lean against the headboard. My stomach flutters as I clear my throat and then readjust the blanket for the twentieth time. It shouldn't be so nerve wrecking, but I find my throat tight and heart racing. This isn't our first time, well, I suppose in a way it is.

But we had a quick, anger masked tryst in the woods once and ever since then I have craved more. I wasn't prepared then for what it meant to still have that attachment to her. Hell, I wasn't ready to even accept her into any aspect of my life. She came suddenly and hit me hard and looking back now; I realize I never stood a chance.

The door handle twists, and I snap my eyes up, sitting up a little straighter and ignoring the small twinge in my leg. She steps into the room, a sly smirk on her plush lips as she meets my gaze. Her freckled cheeks dimple as she takes a few steps toward me and I clear my throat, looking around the room.

Kyra's light airy laughter wafts through the room, drawing my attention back to her as she shakes her head.

"You look like you are worried. I am going to give you a lobotomy." She teases and I grin.

"Brain surgery might help me with not overthinking this whole thing." I motion to the space between us as

she approaches the bed, and she frowns slightly with her brows tugging together.

"What is there to overthink?" She asks. I clear my throat, looking down at my hands as I rub my fingers over the bandage where I used to have a maimed palm and fingers.

"I'm not sure I can live up too much right now." I admit.

I watch her process my words, her face remaining unchanged, as if she is disappointed in my answer. It is astounding to me how she can make me so nervous and yet inspire so much truth and such a feeling of home at the same time. I want to blow her world away, to make her feel amazing and please her like a mate should. But the fear of failing her is annoyingly niggling in the back of my brain.

"Why do you have to do all the work?" Kyra finally arches a brow, and I blink at her.

"What?" I swallow and she chuckles, reaching out and pulling the blankets aside. She reaches down to her thigh, gripping the satin fabric of her pajama dress as she tugs it up slowly.

"I have something to tell you," she whispers, a growing intensity in her eyes as she lifts her dress higher and higher. She stops just before exposing herself to me and I groan, dropping my head back on the wooden headboard.

"You have my undivided attention." I tell her, reaching out as I stroke my good hand up her thigh and under her dress. My fingers glide up her smooth skin, feeling the crease of her leg where it meets her pelvis, and I bite my lip as I shiver. She is fully bare under this thin little thing. "Did you wear this in the hallway?"

guides it over toward her stomach a few inches, then she presses to

at her, her face has changed, almost as if she is

her eyes meeting mine as

that concerns you, Kyra." I tell her honestly, my thumb gently rubbing

I'm fairly certain that moment led to something more than us." Her voice cracks and my eyes widen. "Fairly certain, or certain?" I ask, leaning on my nub to force

I'm

soaring into my throat as I realize another kid

nods, tears in her eyes. "Are

to get a sibling? Yes! But mad as in angry? Fuck no." I chuckle, moving my hand from her stomach and wrapping it around her waist as

she squeals. "I don't want to hurt

as I roll her onto my handless arm. Her nightgown is up

cotton sheets, her cheeks flushed and her lip, trapped between her teeth as I reach out and slip my finger under the thin strap of her nightie and use my lycan nails to slice through the first one, then the second.

but when I look at her, I see her eyes fall closed and her body shivers, her body reacting my eyes

is no helping myself as I cup her cheek and slip my hand down her jawline to her collarbone and between the valley of her breasts. I circle her right one, my fingers brushing over her tender flesh as she moans and her back arches toward me in

"Hayes," she rasps,

a second before I move lower. I memorize every perfect freckle on the way down, the way they feel like the stars guiding me to where she needs me to be. Where I am struggling

my thumb slips over her when she thrust

next to her as I find her sensitive spot, painfully slowly, applying the right amount of pressure

and the gasping breaths for air when I feel her fingers clasp around me and my mouth falls open, hot air rushing from my lips onto her breast

solid squeeze that forces a deep, inhuman sound from my throat.

down and kissing her throat. Her hands move, slipping under the waistband of my boxer briefs before she slips them down, and I am freed. Instincts take over and I press my hips to her as I

I am flipped over onto my back. I place my hand under my head, grinning up at her,

against the headboard," she instructs me as

she scowls at me, a tiny