I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King (by lg savage) novel Chapter 122

**Leaves Falling Like Promises**
**By Amara Grant**
**Chapter 122**

**KAT**

The warmth radiating from the familiar body beneath me brought an involuntary smile to my lips. It had been far too long since I felt this kind of contentment, this blissful sense of peace. Yet, as reality crept back in, my body instinctively tensed, a reminder of the chaos that loomed over us.

When was the last time I had woken up without that jolt of anxiety coursing through me?

I blinked slowly, my gaze gradually sharpening until it landed on his chiseled abs, perfectly sculpted and impossibly inviting. The urge to trace my fingers across those taut muscles was almost overwhelming, but I fought against it with every ounce of willpower I possessed. His heartbeat thrummed steadily beneath my ear, a soothing rhythm that seemed to synchronize with my own. Our feet were entwined beneath a silk sheet, but I couldn’t ignore the dirt that marred its pristine surface.

Heat flooded my cheeks as memories of how that dirt came to be there surged through my mind. I had never experienced anything quite like that. Perhaps it was the forest, the enveloping embrace of nature, that heightened our senses even after we had returned to our human forms. I had thought that once the primal urges of our beasts were satisfied, we would return to normalcy, but Hunter had reached for me with a fervor that felt almost desperate.

In the dirt, pressed against the trees, and even in a nearby waterhole, Hunter had driven me to the brink, coaxing my cries for him to echo in the wild.

And now, he was still deeply embedded within me. We had awakened like this countless times before, but this moment held a weight I wasn’t ready to confront. The implications of him being knotted inside me were daunting. Our kind only did that to ease a woman’s heat or when the primal instinct to mate took over.

I had felt Hunter’s knot inside me more times than I could count.

As I lifted my head to meet his gaze, anxiety twisted in my stomach. Our eyes locked for a fleeting moment before I quickly averted mine, certain I was the only one feeling this level of embarrassment. My wolf’s satisfaction must have been radiating from me, an aura so intense that I imagined every wolf in the vicinity could sense it.

“Are you planning to run from me again, Miss Munroe?”

His voice, roughened by sleep, sent shivers down my spine. Was he really reverting back to my alias? I barely had time to process that before my toes curled in response to his tone. I was utterly defenseless against him.

“I didn’t run. I…”

The truth was, I had run. I bit down on my lip, stifling any further admissions. The reasons I had left him were now irrelevant. He knew my true identity and had still pursued me relentlessly. But the reason I wanted to distance myself now was the violence I had witnessed from my window.

“You abandoned me at Mal’s after I had laid my feelings bare for you.”

So much had transpired since I discovered he was my boss at the Bureau. Why was he bringing this up now? Did that mean his feelings for me remained unchanged?

“I suppose I should thank you for that,” he continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you hadn’t left, I might never have seen what a deceitful snake you truly are.”

A gasp escaped my lips as I met his gaze once more, disbelief washing over me. Deceitful? Me? Who was the one who had masqueraded as an escort to gain entry into my life? Who had lied about their employment status to manipulate my feelings? Who had kept their true identity as a Lycan—capable of unspeakable violence—hidden from me?

The image of his monstrous form flashed through my mind, and my protest died on my lips.

What good would it do to complain when he had whisked me away right under the king’s nose?

“Nothing to say? No explanations to offer?”

“Tell me,” he urged again, his voice a low, sultry whisper.

I surrendered, as if I had any other choice. My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. If I could have this bliss without the surrounding chaos, I would. I would gladly lose myself in him. I would bask in his scent and proclaim from the rooftops that he was mine.

“Fuck me, Hunter,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Drive that fat cock into me until I can’t take it anymore.”

His cock swelled, filling me even more. There was no need for further persuasion. Hunter began to move, thrusting into me with a rhythm that made my head spin. As I exploded around him, he eased back just enough to let me ride that wave of pleasure before he started anew.

I wasn’t in heat, but it felt as though I were. I craved more of him, and by the time the room darkened once again, my voice was hoarse, and my body ached with exhaustion. Yet, even as I finally succumbed to fatigue, my body still craved him.

“Sleep,” he murmured, positioning me on top of him once more.

The knot had disappeared, but Hunter remained hard inside me, a tether that felt more like an anchor. He was a beast capable of destruction, the very creature who could have obliterated my entire pack during the ceremony, yet he was also the anchor I needed to calm the storm raging in my mind.

Suddenly, a loud crash broke through the tranquility.

My eyes flew open, and I jolted upright, panic surging through me. I was alone in the expansive bed, sunlight streaming through the enormous windows, still covered in dirt and the remnants of the wild day Hunter and I had shared. My heart raced as I searched for the source of the noise. Something shuffled just outside the door, and then a loud bang echoed through the air.

“She’s a werewolf? What the hell have you done?”