The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 102

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**

The air was thick with anticipation as I felt Scott’s warm breath against my skin. He positioned me with his strong arms, my thigh resting over his shoulder, and with a fervent hunger, he kissed my core, igniting a fire within me. I arched my back, every nerve in my body tingling with electric pleasure. The sensation was so overwhelming that my head thudded against the wall behind me, a soft thump that barely registered in the haze of desire enveloping us.

In that moment, all rational thought fled my mind. It was as if I had been bewitched, lost in the rhythm of his kisses, each one deeper and more fervent than the last. His hands, large and possessive, roamed down my body, settling firmly on my hips, anchoring me against the wall. I could feel the heat pooling within me, a rush of warmth cascading down my inner thighs. Scott, with an insatiable thirst, licked every drop, savoring my essence as if it were the finest nectar. A wild shudder coursed through me, and my fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as if my very existence depended on this moment.

When his fangs grazed my skin, it sent me spiraling into a blissful abyss. A wave of ecstasy crashed over me, so intense that a scream escaped my lips, echoing in the small space. Scott, quick to respond, rose to his feet, pinning me against the wall with his entire body. I could feel his erection pressing against me, a reminder of the primal connection we shared. He captured my mouth with his, swallowing my cries, silencing my pleasure with a kiss that left me breathless.

As the intensity of the moment began to fade, I looked up at him, feeling like a puddle of jelly, utterly undone. “S-Scott…” I managed to whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

With a teasing smirk, he replied, “That is how you kiss the bride.”

If I thought I was flushed from the heat of passion, I turned an even deeper shade of crimson, mortified by the memory of asking him to kiss me in front of everyone at the temple. “You scoundrel!” I exclaimed, playfully swatting his chest, which only elicited a hearty laugh from him.

He seized my wrist gently but firmly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ready to go out, Mrs. Moore?”

The title sent my heart racing. How could I possibly face anyone after that—after such a sensual kiss? And Mrs. Moore? The sweetness of the endearment sent a thrill through me, and I could feel my cheeks heat up all over again.

Scott chuckled softly as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, his touch sending delightful shivers down my spine. “Don’t worry, love. This is a customary practice here. They would have raised their eyebrows if I hadn’t kissed my bride.”

I studied him, taking in the disheveled state of his hair, the slight swell of his lips still glistening with remnants of our passionate exchange, and the dark, smoldering look in his eyes. I was sure I looked even more disheveled—my veil askew, hair tousled, and my body still trembling from the encounter.

He placed a gentle kiss on my temple, whispering, “This is just the beginning, love. There’s so much more to come.” With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air, he opened the door, leading me out into the throng of his people.

The moment we stepped outside, cheers erupted from the crowd. Firecrackers lit up the night sky, crackling and bursting in celebration as voices rang out, “The bride has been kissed!”

I couldn’t help but wonder—did they possess even a shred of restraint?

Scott held my wrist firmly as we navigated through the jubilant crowd, pride radiating from him as he strode forward with an air of confidence. I walked beside him, feeling shy and overwhelmed, my heart racing with every cheer that echoed around us.

When we reached the car, Troy was already waiting, a broad grin plastered across his face. Millie was there with my twins, and the moment they spotted us, their joy was contagious. They squealed with delight, rushing toward us. Emma leaped into my arms, her little frame a comforting weight, while Ryan clambered onto Scott’s shoulders, giggling with glee.

“Mommyyyy!” Emma shouted, planting a sweet kiss on my cheek before turning to Scott, who enveloped her in his strong embrace, inhaling the scent of her childhood innocence. He then turned back to his pack members, who cheered, howled, and clapped for our little family. As I beheld this beautiful picture of acceptance and love, tears welled in my eyes. They had embraced me fully, and in that moment, I realized there was nothing more I could ever wish for.

Scott’s gaze met mine, softening as he said, “Come, baby, we have to attend the wedding feast.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought, and together we climbed into the car, with Troy behind the wheel, driving us toward the party venue.

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A stunned murmur rippled through the crowd, the weight of his words settling over us like a thick fog.

“And second,” he continued, a playful smile tugging at his lips, “I will be taking a two-week leave.”

Troy blinked in confusion. “Two weeks?” he asked, baffled. “Why two weeks?”

Scott’s gaze slid to me, dark with promise. “Because,” he replied calmly, “I am—”

But Troy interrupted, “You said you need to plow your garden. That is hardly a day’s job. Not two weeks!”

Scott shot him a withering glare before turning away, leaving Troy speechless.

For a heartbeat, silence reigned in the clearing. Then Millie burst into laughter, grabbing Troy’s arm to steady herself. “Trust me, we all know the garden he has to plow. It’s between her legs.”

I nearly choked on my drink, laughter erupting around us like fireworks, while Troy stood frozen, his expression a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. The Alpha of the pack looked utterly foolish, and I couldn’t believe Millie had voiced it so brazenly.

Scott returned, two glasses of wine in hand, a scowl etched on his face. He hissed at Troy, “I am taking my wife for a honeymoon.”