Page 15 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Lycan King

Things didn’t change when he dried me off and then carried me to the bed. Maximus laid me down and pressed his lips to mine. We didn’t bring any clothes from my pack, so I’d have to go without until morning. That didn’t seem to bother Maximus one bit as he covered my body with his, and I felt his hardened cock under the fabric pressed against my sensitive nub. He softly thrust his hips against me, building an orgasm as a hand palmedmy breast. The way his body felt against mine, every muscle writhing against my hand as I touched every part I could.

Maximus’s touch filled my body with energy, and I wanted to run laps around the room from it all. Just feeling his cock against my clit had me writhing beneath him through multiple orgasms. Not once did he enter me, showing me how a mate could bring new realms of pleasure to someone without having to do much. When I tried to do things to him, he told me no. He wanted to take care of me, and this was part of it.

I fell asleep surrounded by his mint scent and his strong arms around my stomach, holding me against him like his life depended on it. Who knew someone could feel so loved so fast? I sure as hell didn’t. Since I was young and started to lose energy as my body grew weak, I didn’t think I’d survive my emerging. I didn’t think I would survive when my father threw me into the dungeon and locked me in that cage. Somehow, I did, and it was because the Moon Goddess didn’t give up on me. She brought me my mate to save me, and he’s giving me strength I didn’t know I had.

I just hoped this new strength would be lasting enough.

8

Maximus

I woke up wrapped around my mate, feeling her naked body against mine; I didn’t want to leave the bed. Knowing Kylie hadn’t been with another male changed things. She would need to be taken care of on a different level than the other females I had been with, so it would be memorable. Touching her alone sent me spiraling into wanting her. Her skin was so soft, and that caramel and vanilla scent of hers made me want to bite into her, claiming her so no one else could ever taste her like I did.

When I looked at her as the morning light seeped in from a slit in the curtains, Kylie appeared the most at peace since I met her. Images of her curled into a ball on that cold stone floor had me stifling the snarls rising in my throat so I wouldn’t wake her.

We should go back and tear him limb from limb.

Once Kylie is settled into the pack and no longer afraid of being around them on her own, we will fix this. Maybe even ask her if she would like to watch.

My lycan seemed pleased with that plan. He hoped Kylie would watch so she could see the things we would do to those who hurt her. That is how an alpha is supposed to act toward her—not lay a hand on her over stupid things like her tripping over a damn bucket.

It looked as though Kylie was in a deep sleep, so I untangled myself from her to start my day. My lycan grumbled inside me as I pulled away from her, but the pack’s needs also had to be met. These thoughts boiled inside me. I hated internal conflict; it was bad enough I had another presence in my mind, but it was worse to argue with myself.

A run would help me clear my head and put some of this to rest. If I stayed here arguing with my own mind, I would meet nobody’s needs and just make myself angrier.

Rage bubbled inside me about her pack, and I needed to work it out before I took it out on my pack—or worse, her. I’ll handle that pack eventually, but right now, that’s not where my head needs to be.

Mate.

She’s asleep.

Be with mate.

No, let her sleep. I don’t think she had enough during her time with her pack.

My lycan went quiet as I put on my gray slacks and blue button-up shirt. Kylie’s scent was all over the room now after her presence here, but it was more welcome than I thought it would be. That caramel and vanilla scent had become addictive, and I couldn’t wait for it to be mixed with mine. I needed to do something else today: Kylie needed clothes, and I wasn’t sure of her size. I’d need Amara to help me with that.

Eli at least handled most of the tasks after we got back while I was in the infirmary with Kylie, but I still needed to check in with the other packs. Most didn’t want to deal with Eli, only the alpha. It became frustrating when there were times I needed Eli to handle something they were asking me to do, but my father always said to take care of the needs of the pack regardless of how I felt about it. I had to agree.

When I stepped out of my suite, the need to be with Kylie lessened, and my lycan went silent. I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck, feeling the weight of needing to claim my mate become a dull ache in my chest. That was unexpected, as I’d always heard how males wanted to claim their mate every second of every day until they marked their females. It was worse when they were near their mate; being surrounded by their scent filled them with enough need to become relentless until they could mark them.

I hadn’t heard of someone’s lycan letting up as they walked away from their mate, though.

What’s going on with you?I asked.

My lycan lifted his head and bared his teeth at me inside the planes of my mind.Nothing.

Are you sulking? We have shit to do for the pack, or we would still be in there.

No. Let’s tend to our people.

The whole pack was here after visiting yesterday. Mine was small—just thirty members—but each one was among the strongest in the kingdom I ruled, which spanned thousands. Even the omegas were strong enough to calm the dominant beasts. It would only be better if I had Alaric’s mate, Tala, whose presence alone could soothe even the most unruly lycans.

I think Talon felt the same way, at least from what I heard. When he found his mate, he hoped she would be a white lycan, too, so she could help him avoid crossing completely into feral territory after she left him for a bit.

If Kylie turned out to be a powerful omega, that would be a blessing. Housing the strongest lycans in my kingdom meant arguments and fights happened often. But given how things had gone so far, I was starting to think she would never be powerful—that it might just be impossible.

When I walked into the kitchen to check on the omegas, they all congratulated me and expressed how happy they were to see me content. They mentioned they could speak with Kylie when she felt up to it, and I told them I’d have her talk to everyone when she woke for the day. A few of them exchanged glances, and I wondered if it was because of how Kylie reacted yesterday to everyone.

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