Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 92
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 ofughter. My giggles and his yful 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 nket 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 ce. And I smile as a lustful
growl edge past his lips.
An Omega, or an Alpha. With a wolf, or without one. None of 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 of. It can beat me down, pull
me under, and tear me limb from limb. But I will fight. I will fight for myself, fight for ire, and fight for
Marco.
Despite him being beneath, my growing desire and renewed Alpha strength, Marco still finds a way to
disy 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 his lips.
Of course, that’s until I find the space to drop my face just an inch. My teeth sp his lower lip and I
gently but firmly 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 teasing him endlessly.
In reaction to my yfulness, Marco tugs my head to the side, pulling me closer so that he has full
ess to my neck. I press against him further as my eyes roll back from the pleasure of his lips
grazing my bare skin.
But I wasn’t done fighting. With his focus taken up by his hand in my hair and his lips trying 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 the fabric of his pants.
The pressure I apply is sudden, and a surprise. He jolts beneath me, his g*roi*n jerking upwards in a
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 smile. Princess….
Even if I may have been a princess when I first signed his marriage contract 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 ayer of my skin to reveal the horrible truth.
But now… the title doesn’t scare me. No… something within me embraces the term. It feels right, but
not in the way one would a*s*sume. It’s not 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 one
day be the queen standing at his side.
“Is Tanya still in there?” his yful chuckle brings 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 a moment.
“Everything okay?”
I smile. “Everything is just perfect.”
Without warning, I pull away from his hold and begin nting kisses down his chest. I can feel his eyes
on me as I trail down his body before finallying 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 bed.
I situate myself between his legs.
Marco’s POV:
Although lying on my back, I prop myself on my elbows so I can watch her. She leans forward on her
knees, scrunched up into nearly a ball 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, teasing my throbbing manhood.
I can’t help the grunt that escapes me, that only fuels her yful disy. Before finally…. finally…. her
hand wraps round my length. My breath hitches as the touch sparks fires beneath my skin, and I find
myself hypnotized by the 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 woodyndscape, she soothed my inner wolf, drawn to her aroma.
And then my mind nks as her mouth suddenly epasses my length. My head tilts back in
undeniable pleasure as her head bobs up and down with expertise. I’m nketed in a wave of pleasure
as the soft w*et noisesing from her suckling on my length and the mounds at its base leave me
both feeling exposed and yetforted. I know I am safe in her hands, and I let her control the pace.
For a little while.
Though I am in love with her slow and methodical movements, my wolf is hungry. Hasty for more. My
hands reach down, palms nting themselves on the back of her head, prepping her. When I can tell
she’s understood my wants my g*roi*n begins to thrust itself, hard and fast. Her gasps and the tight
seal of her lips only urge me to pump her face harder.
I release, giving her a moment to let up for air, before pushing her head down onto my manhood, and
thrusting hard again, drowning in the pleasure it gives me. I do this a couple more times before I can
tell she’s eager to have my length elsewhere.
I grab her wrist and pull her towards me, and she obliges. But she stops not exactly where I want her
just yet. “Wait. It’s your turn.”
She’s slightly confused at first, before eventually I pull her all the way, forcing her to crawl up my body
and past my throbbing length crying for her. Soon she understands what I’m after, and I hold her thighs
just above my face before allowing her opening to lower it down near my lips.
I lick furiously at her flower. It’s already so w*et and flush with liquid, driving my hormones up the wall,
but I continue to slurp and tickle her delicates, loving how she squirms and quivers on top of me. I have
to wrap my arms around her thighs to hold her down as she m*oa*ns in absolute pleasure.
“Marco please. I want to you. I don’t want to cum just yet….”
At first I don’t listen to her pleas, continuing to ramp up the intensity of my touch. But eventually her
pleas rile up my wolf, desperate to have myself inside her. Finally, Iply. “I want you on top,” I
command.
She’s breathless as I finally break away, trying to regain herposure as she pulls herself off my
face. But she can’t hide the charming smile. “Typical male,” she teases with a giggle, nting another
kiss on my lips before going to straddle me.
I let her lower herself onto my length in her own time. But of course, as the head invades her glorious
hole, I have to stop myself from rocketing upwards in want and need. To distract myself, I unsp her
bra, letting her mounds hang loose and grip them fiercely. I lower her down so I can devour them whilst
she starts to move against me.
I wrap an arm over her back and waist and begin pumping fast and hard. All the build-up has sent me
over the edge, and I can’t stop myself. But she doesn’tin, rather she screams in unrelenting
pleasure as I grunt and m*oa*n in ecstasy.
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The two of us rock the bed and grip onto one another as the entire world falls away, epassed in
our own curated bliss with nothing but each other, hitting climax and copsing in each other’s arms.