I Bought A Male Escort, Turns Out He's The Lycan King novel Chapter 59

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

**Chapter 59**

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains of my bedroom, I slowly blinked awake, only to find myself in a shocking predicament. I was lying across Hunter’s broad chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat resonating beneath me, his warm breath brushing softly against my skin.

And then it hit me—he was still inside me. A Lycan, no less, still deeply embedded within me.

A rush of heat flooded my cheeks, and my core instinctively tightened around him, igniting a whirlwind of memories from the night before. His hands roaming my body, his teeth grazing my skin, the way he had moved me until I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces. I had been insatiable, desperate for him, but this craving was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I hadn’t just stopped wanting him; I had simply lost consciousness. And now, my body was already yearning for him again, coiling with anticipation.

Was this even normal? I had heard whispers among humans about how wolves made love on a different plane, but I was well aware of the truth. I hadn’t taken my suppressant. My wolf was awakening, instinctively drawn to him and his undeniable power. As a Lycan, he possessed strength far beyond that of any werewolf. My omega instincts would always gravitate towards his dominance.

I despised that fact, yet the mere thought of walking away from him felt like a dagger to my heart.

Just then, Hunter shifted beneath me, his hips rolling slightly, and I felt him brush against a sensitive spot that made my toes curl involuntarily. I stifled a moan, squeezing my eyes shut, but my body betrayed me, instinctively grinding against him despite the raw ache that pulsed through me. He was enormous, even after having taken me across every surface of the apartment. Lycans were built for endurance; they were everything in excess—more powerful, more violent, more possessive.

His words from last night echoed ominously in my mind: “Mine.” The very thought sent a shiver of fear down my spine.

I attempted to lift myself off him, knowing that prolonging this would lead to no good. But an overwhelming pressure built inside me, a quivering ache that left me breathless. Was I… stuck? My breath hitched in my throat. Was that… a knot?

With wide eyes, I sat up, the movement driving him deeper inside me, eliciting a whimper that escaped my lips. Hunter’s storm-gray eyes were fixed on me, pupils dilated and flashing red as they roamed over my chest. They had burned red throughout our passionate encounter the previous night, but I hadn’t felt fear then.

Not until now. I had just engaged in unprotected sex with a Lycan while my suppressants were fading. And he had bitten me again.

“It’s going to take a while,” he murmured, his voice rough and laced with sleep. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

Even his voice unraveled me. His hair had grown slightly since our first meeting, and the stubble on his face only added to his rugged allure. He was as devastatingly handsome as ever. Or perhaps it was my awakening wolf that made every aspect of him seem sharper, more intoxicatingly irresistible.

“Did I hurt you?”

I felt like one massive bruise, and the way he was hardening again inside me wasn’t helping my situation. I bit my lip to suppress the tremor building in my stomach, but it escaped anyway, sending ripples of sensation through me.

Hunter’s hands glided up my thighs, cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until my core clenched helplessly in response. “That’s fucking amazing,” he growled, the sound vibrating through my very being.

One of his hands wrapped around my throat, while the other gripped my hip, guiding my movements just enough to set off another wave of pleasure. He held me down, throwing his head back and pulsing inside me with a guttural moan.

“Fuck, Kitty,” he groaned, warmth spilling into me, a balm that extinguished the lingering fire that still burned within. My body arched, moving on its own accord, as if I were merely a puppet for his pleasure.

“Hunter!” His name tore from my lips, raw and broken, until he had wrung every last tremor from me.

When my mind began to clear, he sat up, wrapping his arms around me and burying his nose next to the bite on my neck.

“You smell so good,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Like vanilla and chocolate.”

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