My Sweet, Tyrant Lycan Mate

Chapter Twenty

And Now We’re One

Lily’s POV

The Lycan King and I laid in bed for the rest of the day after what happened. He concluded that I got poisoned but he wasn’t sure how it could’ve even happened.

“I swear… I’ll find out who did this and make them pay.” He growled.

I couldn’t help but giggle as I wrapped my arm around his waist and buried my head into his side. Even if his way of showing that he cared were a little extreme, I couldn’t deny that at least he showed unwavering loyalty.

I relaxed against his body. After drinking his healing and detoxifying blood, the pain from the sickness had subsided. I was almost feeling 100%.

I looked over at the Lycan King’s hand and wondered if his wounds had healed up, too. I sat up in bed and gently placed my hand on his injured one.

“If it's okay… I’d like to check the cut. Just to make sure it’s doing okay.”

The Lycan King raised his eyebrow but nodded his head anyway. “If it’ll make you feel better, go for it.”

I smiled and unraveled the bandages. I was surprised to see that the scar had mostly healed but there was still a little bit of blood pooled on his palm.

Just looking at it, however, stirred something inside of me. There was a heat that started in my stomach and then rose to my chest.

I had no idea what came over me, but I decided to press my mouth against his cut. My tongue slowly glided across his wound as I licked up the remaining blood.

I looked up at him with embarrassment plastered on my face. “I… I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. I don’t know what came over me.”

He gave me a sheepish smile. “I usually never have to do this because I’m hardly ever in the wrong but… I think I should be the one apologizing to you.”

I raised a confused eyebrow. “Wait, why?”

“My blood does more than heal and purify…” A sly smile curved his lips. “What’s the saying? It makes you horny as hell. Especially if you’re my mate.”

My eyes widened in shock. Mate? I’m the wolfless daughter of a beta. There’s no way I’m the Lycan King’s mate!

Before I could even think more about the possibility, my mind began to fog up. The shirt he wore was tight against his body, and I could see his chiseled muscles through the fabric.

I took his uninjured hand and pressed it against my chest. I wanted him to feel the way my heart was beating wildly against my chest. I wanted him to understand how I felt.

“Please…” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Help me…”

I took his hand and guided it down my chest, my stomach, and down to my thighs. Jolts of electricity sent waves of pleasure throughout my body and I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips.

The Lycan King laughed. “I like it when you beg, Lily. Let me hear more.”

The heat in between my legs was becoming unbearable, Feeling his touch through my clothes intensified the thrill that traveled throughout my body.

I guided his hand again up my chest and to cup my breast. I made him massage it in a circular motion, enjoying his firm but gentle touch.

“My King, please… I’m begging you. My body is yours, whatever you want to do with it. Just, please. I need you.”

His eyes darkened as he wrapped his arm around my waist, the other still massaging my breast. “You need me where?”

My breath was shaky. “I need you inside of me.”

The Lycan King threw me on the bed and pinned my wrists down. He kissed me frantically as he pried my lips open. His tongue slid inside me and tangled with mine.

He took my breath away with that kiss. Then, he tore my clothes and pulled down my pants, exposing the matching nude pink underwear set I wore underneath.

If looks alone could kill, he just devoured me with the way his eyes bore into my skin.

He bent down and took a clump of my hair into his hand, and then he pulled my head to the side to expose my neck. Then he began to plant wet and sloppy kisses all along the crane of my neck.

“Please… I want more.”

Without another word, the Lycan King unhooked my bra in one effortless pinch and tossed it on the floor. He planted butterfly kisses against my chest, then my stomach. Once he positioned himself in between my thighs, he began to rub his thumb against my entrance through my underwear.

When my eyes met his, he softly placed his lips against my entrance. His hot breath sent ripples of pleasure throughout my entire body and even just this gesture alone was enough to make me want to explode.

He smiled as he pulled off my underwear. Then he slid his body upwards to where his length was positioned between my thighs.

“I hope you’re ready…” The king growled in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and nodded my head.

Without another word, he slid his length inside of my wet entrance. Every inch that deepened inside of me sent me over the edge. I was in a state of complete bliss.

When he looked into my eyes, though, he knew that I didn’t want slow and steady like we were making love. No, I wanted to feel the beast.

As soon as he was inside of me, he slowly pulled out and then immediately rammed himself back inside. He repeated this as the sounds of our skins hitting each other echoed off the walls.

I couldn’t tell if the fire was from my lust or the Fire Wolf, but it felt like I was about to be engulfed in the flames. Pain and pleasure blended like the last time but this was more intense.

I wanted to cry and moan simultaneously. I wanted more and then I wanted none.

For the first time in my life, I didn’t mind getting burned.

His pace quickened to a frantic pace and I could feel the heat in my chest begin to build pressure. I was close.

I locked my fingers in his hair and moaned against his ear. “Please, Your Majesty, let me come…”

“Say my name,” he growled. “Say my real name.”

This was the point of no return.

“Please, Zack! I’m ready to come with you!”

With a final thrust, we climaxed together as earthquake-like tremors rippled throughout our bodies. After they subsided and the initial tides of sensitivity waned, he pulled himself out from inside me, and then I collapsed onto his body.

Once our breathings synchronized, I leaned up to kiss him.

Filled with newfound happiness, I giggled. “So, Zack,” I teased. “I’m your mate?”

Zack chuckled as he traced circles on my exposed back. “That’s right.”

“So… What does that mean for us?”

“Well. being my mate means a lot of things. And after what happened the other day, the main and new thing is–respect.”

I raised my eyebrows. “So…?”

“That means I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

“And that includes…”

Zack nodded his head as he let out a huff. “Yes, that does mean killing.”

And now that I was established as the Lycan King’s mate, I wonder now what that meant for the fate of those I loved. Even though I wanted to think about it, I couldn’t bring myself to.

Instead, I laid in Zack’s arms and shooed the thoughts from my brain. For a little bit, nothing else mattered but me and him.