Page 83 of Rejected and Pregnant by the Lycan King

“Please don’t,” she whimpered. “I need more.”

“More?”

“More, please.”

“Well, because you said please.” I removed my finger from her and took her shirt off, exposing her breasts. She reached down for my button and zipper, and I pushed her hand away. “All in good time, little wolf.”

She huffed, but in an instant, I got to my knees in front of her. I pushed her body against the wall and lifted her legs around my shoulders. Her thighs enveloped my head, and her hands grasped the back of my head. My tongue found her opening, and I licked her while gripping her ass for more leverage. I found her clit and massaged it with my tongue. I could feel her gasp, and her fingers dug into my scalp. Moans gave way to squeals, and her muscles tensed. A rush of wetness leaked onto my chin as she reached her climax. I set her down on the floor, and she collapsed onto her knees and looked at me. “Your turn,” she said with a smile.

I stood up in front of her, and she eagerly worked her way into my pants. She pulled out my member and started to kiss it—first with tiny pecks, then with open-mouthed smooches. After the fourth or fifth kiss, she opened her mouth and took me in. Her head moved back and forth, and I could hear the smacking of suction coming from her mouth. Her mouth felt incredible, and I could feel myself getting longer, wider, and harder with her efforts. She pulled me out of her mouth to catch her breath, and a line of drool connected her lips to my tip.

“Need me now?” I asked with a smile.

“Just a minute. I need you on my level,” she joked as she went in again. I could hear her gag as she worked me into her throat. Vibrations from her moans built up my excitement. As good as her mouth felt, I needed to experience what was between her legs. I needed to get her on the floor and give her the passion I could feel building. And building. And building.

This needs to stop, or I will finish already.

I immediately pulled myself out of her mouth. She took a deep breath as if coming up for air. “You there yet?”

“I’ll show you.”

I pushed her down onto the floor and crawled on top of her. I kissed her neck and put a hand on her hip. Finding and entering her was no problem. I was hard enough, and she was slick enough that there was no resistance or friction. She yelped at the sensation, and I started to work my hips back and forth in long, slow strokes. I wanted her to feel every inch. Underneath me, Kylie sucked in air through her teeth, and her hands struggled wildly to find something to grab hold of. I could see her muscles twitch and spasm with passion as my strokes became faster and harder. She was moaning consistently, and she started to get louder as I sucked on her breast.

I pulled back slightly, almost exiting her, then plunged in deep as fast as I could. I matched the pace, delivering an unrelenting series of thrusts to push her into climax. Her legs buckled and shot out, and her moans turned into impassioned wails. Her hands wrapped around my back, and she dug her fingernails into my flesh. The feeling burned, but I enjoyed it; I loved knowing that I was taking her to the limits of pleasure, and we were here again. She pulled my face into hers and locked her lipsonto mine. I kept the pace, and I could feel her screaming into my mouth.

When she calmed down, I pulled away and lifted one of her legs onto my shoulders, returning to long, deep, powerful strokes. Kylie cooed and rubbed her hands across her body. I moved her leg down and positioned my body beside her so that we were lying next to each other on the floor with her back toward me. I grabbed her leg again, spreading her open, and went deep inside her.

“Max!” she wailed.

I laughed, knowing that this was the moment to seize.

Once more, I rocked my hips with speed and vigor. I struggled to hold her legs wide open to maintain this angle, and I kept pushing myself. She was screaming my name and shrieking with pleasure, and I could feel it building up inside me. I decided not to hold back. I went harder, turned her head toward mine, and kissed her. Thrusting as hard and deep as I could made her muscles convulse with pleasure. Her walls gripped me, and I could feel her dripping onto the floor with passion. I couldn’t contain it anymore, and I reached my climax. My cock exploded as I filled her with my release. Her body tensed up, receiving my load, and her screaming stopped, replaced instead with a stifled groan of overstimulation.

She was now thoroughly satisfied.

Kylie looked up at me, and I could see the love she had for me in her gaze. Everything was in the past, and we were looking toward our future. I glanced at the spot on her neck where my mark should be, and when she leaned enough to expose it to me,giving me the incredible permission to mark her, I didn’t waste any time. The speed at which I bit down on her neck made her gasp, but once my teeth sank in, I heard her moan. I felt the bond stitching itself together again, and my lycan howled with joy, knowing the bond was being completed. I released my canines from her neck, and Kylie moved quickly to straddle me again. Before I could blink, her canines were in my neck, and I felt the bond snap into place. She sighed along with me, every emotion hitting me with such force that I gasped for breath.

She released her canines and looked at me. The smile on her face said it all: happiness, nervousness about the bond, and excitement about where our life would lead. I felt the same way.

Everything was falling into place.

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Kylie

Today was the day. Everything would change after today. The way my body vibrated as the nerves built up inside me was not something I thought I’d feel. This was bigger than finding out I was having a baby. Even bigger after knowing my lycan had grown strong enough for me to shift. This was the day I would be brought into the pack as their luna and into the kingdom as the queen.

Being the queen was a huge responsibility. There were thousands of lycans I would be overseeing by Maximus’s side. He would be doing most of the heavy lifting, but I planned on sharing every burden I could to lighten his load. After we came home and I saw the pack open their arms to me, I knew things would be different. Everything was falling into place now, and I just needed to take deep breaths. Moving forward could be handled one step at a time. I wasn’t doing any of this alone, either.

I had Maximus.

In the mirror, I could see how I looked in a soft blue dress that was fit for a queen. Amara had spent hours at far too many stores to help me find the perfect one. This one made me feel like I would command the room when I put it on. The tulle straps held up the sweetheart neckline, and the bodice hugged my curves. As it reached the waist, it fanned out just enough with more tulle to give me the elegant ballgown look. The tulle on the bottom was more ivory than blue, and there were pearl beads sewn into the shapes of crescent moons.

It was stunning.

“Gods, look at how beautiful you are. We couldn’t have found a more beautiful dress, Ky!” Amara gushed over me and fanned out the bottom of the dress in the back. “I swear, if Max doesn’t look at you like he wants to tear this off you, I might kick him in the balls.”

I laughed so hard it made Titan jump in his crib. Amara ran over to him and picked him up, rocking back and forth while patting his butt to help him go back to sleep. “I’m so sorry, Titan. Auntie Amara didn’t mean to make Mommy laugh so hard. Go back to sleep. Shhhh…”

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