The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 104

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

Bella

True to his promise, Scott didn’t allow me a moment’s peace, robbing me of sleep for more than a mere hour. It was astonishing to realize how much stamina Lycans possessed; I never imagined they could engage in such fervent passion for so long.

By the time dawn broke, I felt utterly exhausted, as if my body had been cleaved in two. I pondered whether I could even manage to stand again. So, I nestled deeper into the warmth of my man’s embrace and surrendered to the sweet oblivion of sleep. When I finally stirred, the clock read 11 AM. To my surprise, the house was eerily quiet. Scott must have slipped away without waking me. The usual sounds of my children’s laughter were absent, which meant they were likely off with Troy and Millie, enjoying their day.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up and stretched, relishing the delicious ache that coursed through my body. A satisfied smile crept onto my lips as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and made my way to the bathroom, my thoughts drifting back to the fervent way Scott had claimed me repeatedly throughout the night. A soft chuckle escaped me at the realization that he wanted me to carry his scent, a mark of possession, perhaps. But now, it was time for a bath.

I stepped into the shower, letting the hot, soothing water cascade over me, my mind still replaying the sultry words he had whispered in my ear. I tilted my head back, allowing the warmth to envelop me completely, when suddenly, the door swung open. My heart raced as I turned, gasping at the sight of Scott, gloriously naked and utterly captivating.

“You are stubborn, amor mio,” he groaned, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. I bit my own to suppress a giggle. “I told you not to take a bath, because I want you to smell like me.”

I shot him a sidelong glance, my eyes inadvertently drawn to his impressive arousal. Oh God. All coherent thoughts fled my mind, leaving only a haze of desire. He had shed his clothes before stepping in, clearly intent on continuing our earlier escapades.

He strolled closer, a playful twitch at the corners of his mouth. “Now I have to cover you with my seeds all over.” The way he leaned in made my breath hitch in my throat. He reached around me, grabbing the body wash and sponge from the side rack, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine. My nipples hardened under his touch, betraying my growing excitement.

“I-I wanted to take a bath,” I stammered, my voice trembling as I watched him lather the sponge.

“Hmm… I will give you a bath, but will punish you,” he replied, his voice dripping with mischief. He began to glide the sponge over my arms, his gaze fixated on my breasts, igniting a fire within me.

“I can do it,” I protested, attempting to snatch the sponge from him, my voice quaking with anticipation.

But he held firm, his fingers sliding beneath my breasts as he ran the sponge from one to the other. The sensation made my body shudder, and I fought to stifle a moan that threatened to escape my lips. “Wh-what punishment?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes sparkled with a knowing smirk, as if he had already won this battle of wills. He stepped closer, invading my space with his imposing presence. I leaned back against the cool tiles, feeling completely ensnared by him. He brought the sponge to my other breast, teasingly brushing my nipple, and the light contact sent electric jolts through me.

He trailed the sponge down between my breasts, along my belly, and then lower, right between my legs. “S-Scott!” I gasped, my breath hitching as I watched the sponge drop from his hand. Instead, his fingers found their way to my most intimate place, rubbing me with a deliberate slowness. His dark gaze held mine, pinning me in place as he slipped a finger deep inside me, igniting a fire that spread through my core.

His hand traveled to my buttocks, caressing them gently, but then he struck them hard, and I let out a strangled scream. The sound of water mingled with the sharp slaps against my skin. I arched into him, craving more of that exquisite pain, and he obliged, striking me repeatedly until my skin glowed red.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled me close and thrust himself inside me in one powerful motion, filling me completely. I was lost in the sensation, unsure where I began and where he ended. We were one.

He moved with a frantic intensity, each thrust driving me higher. I wanted more—deeper, harder—and he delivered, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it fervently. The pressure built within me, spiraling higher and higher. When I finally reached my peak, the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I screamed, my vision narrowing as I lost myself in the pleasure.

With a guttural snarl, Scott’s body tensed around mine, and he too succumbed, releasing himself inside me as he jerked violently. He slumped over me, keeping me pinned in place as I trembled beneath him.

By the time it was over, I felt like jelly, incapable of movement. Scott wrapped me in a fluffy towel, lifting me effortlessly in his arms and carrying me back to bed. As I lay there, exposed and vulnerable, I realized he wasn’t finished with me yet. Hovering over me, his cock still erect and glistening with our combined essence, he pressed his lips to mine. Though his kiss was gentle, I sensed the promise of more to come.

I tangled my fingers in his damp hair. “What do you want, Your Majesty?” I asked breathlessly when he pulled away, curiosity dancing in my eyes.

“You’ll know,” he replied, a mysterious glint illuminating his gaze, leaving me both excited and eager for what lay ahead.