The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 123

Combusting

Bella

I felt my cheeks heat up the moment Isla asked about our honeymoon. She asked, very casually, “So… when are you two leaving for your honeymoon?”

It was so sudden that I almost laughed from embarrassment. I cleared my throat and told her, “We’re not going just yet,” I replied, trying to sound composed. “There’s a lot of work waiting for both of us.”

Isla raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Work will always wait, Bella,” she told me gently. “This moment won’t. You’ve waited long enough for happiness.”

I smiled at her, unable to argue. “I know,” I admitted softly. “I just… need a little time.”

She squeezed my hand with quiet understanding. “Just don’t forget to live,” she said, before letting me go to rejoin the guests.

It sounded practical when she said it out loud. Grandmother looked at me with that knowing smile of hers, like she could see right through me.

She stopped and looked at me. She reminded me, “Love needs time too, not just responsibility. You’ve been going through a lot all on your own. Now you’ve got a great life–partner. You both need to get out of here and give time to each other.”

I didn’t argue with her after that. I only smiled and nodded, because part of me knew she was right, even if I wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

The celebrations carried on well past midnight, and the energy never really dipped. Music filled the air, laughter echoed everywhere, and people moved freely between conversations and the dance floor. I recognized several important faces–business leaders, politicians, people I had only ever seen on screens before. It didn’t surprise me. Scott’s world was vast, and tonight everyone wanted to be part of his joy.

But the happiest people in the room were my kids.

Ryan and Emma were having the time of their lives. They ran from table to table, grinning proudly as they told anyone who would listen. “Our mom and dad already got married before secretly!” They spoke with such excitement, as if it was the best story in the world.

Cindy followed them closely, shaking her head. “That’s enough now,” she whispered urgently for what must have been the tenth time. “You don’t need to tell everyone everything.”

Emma only giggled and tugged at Ryan’s hand. “But it’s a secret wedding!” she insisted loudly.

People laughed instead of being annoyed. In fact, most of them found it adorable. They bent down to listen to the kids, laughed with them, and congratulated them like they were part of the celebration in the most natural way possible.

Someone crouched down and asked Ryan, “So you’re saying you’re already experts at weddings?”

Ryan nodded seriously. “Yes. We practiced.”

Across the room, I noticed a few women watching me. Their expressions were polite on the surface, but there was no mistaking the envy in their eyes. Some of them had probably come tonight hoping to catch Scott’s attention, or at least to see what kind of woman had managed to marry him. I didn’t feel uncomfortable. If anything, I felt amused. Instead, I found myself smiling inwardly. They saw a powerful man and a beautiful wedding. They didn’t know about the bond Scott and I shared, about what it meant to be mates, about how deeply we were connected.

Scott found me a little later and didn’t bother with small talk. “Dance with me,” he murmured.

He simply reached for my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor. How could I resist this man? The first song was slow and gentle, and he held me close as we moved together. His hand rested securely at my back, as I rested against his chest, inhaling his scent. He kept looking at me like I was the only person in the room, like nothing else mattered.

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Combusting

“You look beautiful,” he told me quietly.

I smiled up at him. “You’ve said that many times already.”

“And I’ll say it many times more,” he answered without hesitation.

I don’t deserve you…”

“We both deserve each other from moon to back.”

When the music changed to something faster, he didn’t let go. We laughed as we moved more freely, and I felt lighter than I had in days. Every now and then he leaned close and whispered how beautiful I looked, how he couldn’t believe I was his. Each word made my heart beat a little faster.

By the time the party began to wind down, my feet ached and my cheeks hurt from smiling. I thought we would quietly slip away, but Scott had other plans. Without warning, he bent down and scooped me up in his arms, holding me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Scott!” I gasped. I protested weakly, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Mine,” he said, his eyes flashing for me.

People cheered as he carried me out. I hid my face against his shoulder, embarrassed and happy all at once. He placed me gently in the car and drove us back. But I was surprised that instead of the penthouse, he drove to the villa. Was he waiting for this moment all night? When we arrived, I froze for a second as I took everything in. The villa looked completely different. The renovation was done, and it was stunning. It felt like it was never burned.

He watched my reaction closely. “You like it?”

“I love it,” I said honestly.

Scott took my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. It was even more beautiful than I expected, calm and intimate, like a place waiting for us. I barely had time to take it all in before he pulled me into his arms again.

After that, I didn’t know how or when, but we were so in a frenzy to feel each other, we removed clothes and were on bed, tangled in each other. The way he touched me was urgent, filled with emotion, like he had been holding himself back for far too long. He pressed my naked body to the mattress and slammed his lips on mine. His cock was already rock–hard, which he grinded on my body. A whimper escaped my mouth. His fangs had slipped out and his eyes flashed golden. I knew that Storm had joined him in this moment. He left my lips and went down to my breasts, where he sucked them hard until they were raw. He went down further, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys until he reached my core. I was squirming for release, his name on my lips. He latched his mouth on my core and sucked it, making loud sounds, blurting curses, and grazing it with his fangs. When he couldn’t wait anymore, he crawled above me and in one thrust, pushed his cock inside me.

I gasped at the roughness of his actions, and my fingernails dug in his shoulders, drawing blood. He snarled and started thrusting inside me like a piston. My body was already on fire. Combusting.

“Come for me, Bella,” he said in a strained voice.

That was the only cue I needed. I felt my pussy quivering and then I came all around his cock. My eyes rolled in my head as stars burst into my vision.

With a roar, Scott came inside me. He continued to thrust until he had spent the last drop inside me. And then he slumped on me without retracting.

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