The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 105

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Scott raised himself slightly only to straddle me with his hard thighs. He looked at my breasts, and traitorous nipples hardened again. My throat dried when I saw his stroking himself. “I’ll mark you here,” he said, his eyes fixed on my breasts. Saying that, he took his cock to my mouth. “Open for me, baby.” I opened up for him and he slid his hardness into my mouth. He clenched his jaw as he watched me suck it, nibble it and then sick more. Soon he swelled inside me. I increased my sucking, hoping he would cum inside me. But he placed his thumb between my lips and freed his cock.

Then he placed it right between my breasts. He held my nipples tightly, and using them he pulled them around his cock. I let out a muffled scream when he began thrusting his cock between my breasts. The pain was nothing at the site of his cock between my breasts, and him holding them with my nipples. I took my hands to his thighs, moaning and mewling, and dug my finger nails into his flesh. I must have drawn blood because he hissed. A few seconds later, he arched his head back and with a roar, ejaculated. All his cum shot right over my breasts, my neck, and some in my mouth. He left my nipples, grabbed his cock and made sure that he covered me all over in his seeds.

I was exhausted by the end of the day. My advice to you ladies–don’t get married to Lycans. Their sexual diet is voracious.

If someone had told me that marriage would leave my body feeling like it had been thoroughly wrecked, I might have laughed. Now, as I carefully shifted my weight while walking across the living room, I decided that Scott had made it his personal mission to ensure I never forgot him for even a second.

Every damn step reminded me of him, of us, of the way he had taken me against every surface of the cottage. An hour ago, when I had gone to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he had taken me against the counter.

It seemed he was determined to reclaim every lost moment between us. It was passion mixed with deliberate, intense, and deep possessiveness, as though he was trying to make sure my body remembered him filling me.

As I lowered myself onto the couch with a quiet groan, I silently hoped that my body didn’t decide to surprise me with a pregnancy just yet. I wanted time to breathe, to explore this marriage, to enjoy waking up beside him and not worry about morning sickness or cravings. With Ryan and Emma in my womb, I was constantly vomiting. They were both demanding not just inside me, but also outside. When she would suckle me, my head would reel often. It was Nancy who had ensured that I got the right diet. And now I understand why she was always offering me food. God, that witch. She was like my mother in every way.

That evening, Troy and Millie dropped by. I perked up the moment I saw them and blurted out the question that had been lingering in my mind all day. “Be honest,” I asked Millie, folding my arms. “Have my kids forgotten me already?”

Millie stared at me for a second, then burst out laughing. “Forgotten you? Bella, please. Ryan has half the pack convinced he’s already their future King, and Emma has been read to by no fewer than six wolves today. They are adored, spoiled and worshipped. The pack members dote on them, and if you leave them here with us, I’m sure they would be happy to babysit your pups.”

A smile spread across my lips because on instinct I knew that the pack members would do anything for the

heirs.

Troy nodded gravely. “Cindy is supervising, but frankly, the pack members are competing to see who can make the kids laugh the most. I believe one of the warriors attempted a puppet show.”

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I groaned. “Great. I leave them alone for a few days and they become celebrities.”

“Royalty,” Millie corrected cheerfully. “Which makes you the mother of very happy, very protected little terrors.”

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Before I could reply, Scott sauntered into the room with two mugs of coffee, wearing nothing but pajama bottoms that hung dangerously low on his hips. His bare torso was on full display, and the unmistakable marks of my nails decorated his skin, which I felt like he was displaying like badges of honor. He handed me one mug and dropped down beside me, curling his arm around my shoulders.

I nearly choked on my coffee. “Scott,” I hissed. “Put a shirt on.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying Troy’s raised eyebrow and Millie’s barely contained grin. “Why?”

Troy cleared his throat as his gaze traveled over the marks on his skin. “I was just thinking that, actually. Marriage looks good on you, Your Majesty.”

Scott hummed in agreement and settled further into me, pulling me close as though daring anyone to comment further. That was when Troy reached into his jacket and placed two envelopes on the table.

“What’s this?” I asked.

Troy replied, “Your honeymoon tickets to Switzerland.”

I gasped. “Switzerland?” I stared at the tickets in disbelief. I had never left America. But after a moment, reality tugged at me, and I looked up at Scott. “This… this isn’t the right time.”

He frowned. “Why not?”

“Because I need to go back to New York,” I explained gently. “There’s work to finish. A–And I want our marriage registered there too. It’s important for me.”

Scott’s expression softened. “I’ve already started the process, love” he said calmly. “And we’ll have a grand wedding there as well.”

I squealed and threw my arms around him. Marriage of pack–lands wasn’t valid in the human world, so I wanted to make it legal there as well. “You think of everything.”

“I have to,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my hair.

Over the course of the week, the pack barely gave me a moment’s rest. There were dinners, celebrations, formal introductions, and endless well–wishers. Everywhere I went, I was greeted with warmth and excitement. It was like my presence completed something they had been waiting for. I was overwhelmed by my new–found family.

Storm also took me into the forest with him, showing me the land through his eyes. One day, he even brought the kids along, and I watched in astonishment as Ryan ran through the woods like he had been born there, laughing without fear. And Storm watched him with pure fascination.

On the last day before we left, Scott took me to the dungeons. Cass was exactly where he belonged. Rage burned through me when I saw him as all the hurt and anger I had carried rose to the surface.

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“It’s good to see you here, Cass,” I hissed. “This is where you belong!”

His words were bitter, “A human has ruined this pack, tarnished it with its inferior bloodline!”

In fury, Scott punched him hard across the jaw. Cass spat blood, hissing in pain. I didn’t interfere. Scott warned him, “Behave in front of my queen!”

Before leaving, I said, “Let him rot here for the rest of his life!”

Two days later, we returned to New York.

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