Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

| settle onto the bed, patting the area aroundas | lean against the headboard. My stomach flutters as I clear

my throat and then readjust the blanket for the twentieth time. It shouldn't be so nerve wrecking, but | find my

throat tight and heart racing. This isn't our first time, well, | suppose in a way it is.

But we had a quick, anger masked tryst in the woods once and ever since then | have craved more. | wasn't

prepared then for what it meant to still have that attachment to her. Hell, | wasn't ready to even accept her into

any aspect of my life. She csuddenly and hithard and looking back now; | realize | never stood a

chance.

The door handle twists, and | snap my eyes up, sitting up a little straighter and ignoring the small twinge in my

leg. She steps into the room, a sly smirk on her plush lips as she meets my gaze. Her freckled cheeks dimple as

she takes a few steps towardand | clear my throat, looking around the room.

Kyra's light airy laughter wafts through the room, drawing my attention back to her as she shakes her head.

"You look like you are worried. | am going to give you a lobotomy." She teases and | grin.

"Brain surgery might helpwith not overthinking this whole thing." | motion to the space between us as

she approaches the bed, and she frowns slightly with her brows tugging together.

"What is there to overthink?" She asks. | clear my throat, looking down at my hands as | rub my fingers over the

bandage where | used to have a maimed palm and fingers.

"I'm not sure | can live up too much right now." I admit.

| watch her process my words, her face remaining unchanged, as if she is disappointed in my answer. It is

astounding tohow she can makeso nervous and yet inspire so much truth and such a feeling of hat

the stime. | want to blow her world away, to make her feel amazing and please her like a mate should. But

the fear of failing her is annoyingly niggling in the back of my brain.

"Why do you have to do all the work?" Kyra finally arches a brow, and | blink at her.

"What?" | swallow and she chuckles, reaching out and pulling the blankets aside. She reaches down to her thigh,

gripping the satin fabric of her pajama dress as she tugs it up slowly.

"I have something to tell you," she whispers, a growing intensity in her eyes as she lifts her dress higher and

higher. She stops just before exposing herself toand I groan, dropping my head back on the wooden

headboard.

"You have my undivided attention." | tell her, reaching out as | stroke my good hand up her thigh and under her

dress. My fingers glide up her smooth skin, feeling the crease of her leg where it meets her pelvis, and | bite my

lip as | shiver. She is fully bare under this thin little thing. "Did you wear this in the hallway?"

"Shh, I'm talking." She grins. Kyra moves her hand down, gripping my wrist before she guides it over toward her

stomach a few inches, then she presses to her lower abdomen. | tilt my head, confused as | try to inch my

fingers lower, but she stops me, placing it back on her flat stomach.

When I look up at her, her face has changed, almost as if she is worried. Her brows pulled together and down as

she nibbles on her lower lip.

"Hayes, you remember that tin the woods...right?" She whispers, her eyes meeting mine as | nod that |

indeed remember it.

"I remember everything that concerns you, Kyra." | tell her honestly, my thumb gently rubbing over her smooth

skin.

"Well, I'm fairly certain that moment led to something more than us." Her voice cracks and my eyes widen.

"Fairly certain, or certain?" | ask, leaning on my nub to force myself up a little straighter.

"| just took a test. Obviously I'm still in the first trimester but..."

"We are having a baby?" | gaze up at her, my heart soaring into my throat as | realize another kid doesn't even

seem scary when | know it's with her, when I know this war is over.

"Yeah..." She nods, tears in her eyes. "Are you mad?"

"Mad for you? Hell yes! Mad for my unborn child and for Tiago to get a sibling? Yes! But mad as in angry? Fuck

no." | chuckle, moving my hand from her stomach and wrapping it around her waist as | tug her to me. She

giggles as she falls into me.

"Careful!" she squeals. "I don't want to hurt you."

| twist my body, throwing her over me, my leg protesting, but the pain isn't enough to makeworry as | roll

her onto my handless arm. Her nightgown is up to her bellybutton as | look down and my mouth grows dry. | tug

my arm out from under her, rising to my knees as | gaze down, soaking up the view.

Her fiery hair is splayed over the white egyptian cotton sheets, her cheeks flushed and her lip, trapped between

her teeth as | reach out and slip my finger under the thin strap of her nightie and use my lycan nails to slice

through the first one, then the second. Before she has a chance to verbally protest, | move to her side and slit it

down the side.

She lets out a dissatisfied squawk, but when | look at her, | see her eyes fall closed and her body shivers, her

body reacting my eyes as if a cool breeze were caressing over her.

There is no helping myself as | cup her cheek and slip my hand down her jawline to her collarbone and between

the valley of her breasts. I circle her right one, my fingers brushing over her tender flesh as she moans and her

back arches towardin need.

"Hayes," she rasps,

"Shh," | whisper to her, dragging my fingers down to her stomach, stroking her skin for a second before | move

lower. | memorize every perfect freckle on the way down, the way they feel like the stars guidingto where

she needsto be. Where | am struggling to not bury myself right now.

"I have been dreaming about this for years," she gasps as my thumb slips over her when she thrust up her hips,

seeking the warmth of my touch.

"Yeah?" | whisper, leaning down, my elbow next to her as | find her sensitive spot, painfully slowly, applying the

right amount of pressure as | rub up and down.

My mouth finds her breast, suckling it into my mouth as my teeth gently brush over her and she groans my

name. | am lost in her, the way her body squirms and the gasping breaths for air when | feel her fingers clasp

aroundand my mouth falls open, hot air rushing from my lips onto her breast before I rise up and give her a

sly look.

"What? Only you get to touch?" She asks innocently before she givesa solid squeeze that forces a deep,

inhuman sound from my throat. "Oh, | really like that noise.

"| like that grip." I grin, leaning down and kissing her throat. Her hands move, slipping under the waistband of my

boxer briefs before she slips them down, and | am freed. Instincts take over and | press my hips to her as | tear

my hand away. | rest pressed against her, her wetness and warmth beggingwith as much need as her eyes.

"I was trying to be slow and gentle," | grit out. Then she locks her leg on mine and suddenly | am flipped over

onto my back. | place my hand under my head, grinning up at her, not at all unpleased by the view on top of me.

"I want you sitting up against the headboard," she instructsas I arch a brow.

"Are you sure?" | ask and she scowls at me, a tiny smile hiding behind it.

"Ooof, if you are going to be a beta again, you are going to just have to take orders without question." She

teases and 1 scoff, adjusting myself as | inch up and back, hiding the wince on my face. Kyra frowns atas she

crawls up my legsand straddles me. | can feel myself just hover outside her entrance, but instead of forcing my

way in, I look up at her.

"What is wrong?" | ask when | notice the furrowed brows and concern on her sweet face.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. "For ever making you feel like you look awful now. With these scars."

| chuckle and tilt my head.

"lI am not blind, Kyra. This is not my best look."

Her eyes soften and she reaches

out, her hand cupping my burned

side, then she leans forward and her

lips brush over my skin. Kyra's fingers slip into my hair as she tilts my head back, exposing my neck where

flames once licked up my skin. She rubs her nose to my scarred skin, a strange sensation

rippling through my body as | grow

even harder.

"I love everything about you, Hayes." She whispers before pressing a kiss to my neck. "These scars are beautiful,

and | will spend every last minute of my life making sure you never doubt how much | feel that way."

Then she drops her hips down, causingto glide into her wet warmth.

"Holy shit," | mutter, my voice wavering as she lifts and lowers herself again, then she rocks, her center presses

to mine as | grip her waist and drive up, meeting her every move. | am not going to last very long, not with her

moving like this on me.

"That feel okay?" She whispers, her chest arching forward as she leans back, her hands gripping my knees as

she finds a better rhythm between us.

Kyra moans and grunts, her sounds drivingfucking wild as | grit my teeth and close my eyes, forcing myself

to wait for her. It's not until | feel her clamp around me, the way her body spasms, and she throws herself

forward, arms wrapping around my neck as she presses her lips to mine.

"Hold on just a little longer, okay?" She gasps out. "I don't want it to end."

"Fuck, Ky. I'm trying, but you feel so fucking good ridinglike this." Then she takes my lips, her heavy

breathing turning into a quivering gasp before she yanks my head to the side, exposing the scars on my neck.

"Finish with me," she whispers, then she sinks her teeth into my neck as my vision blurs. Stars explode and | grip

her ass tight, my fingers digging into her as | slam her down twice more and empty into her. When she pulls

away, her chest is heaving, and she places her sweaty forehead to mine.

"I look forward to sweet and slow in the morning," she swallows air. | chuckle, stroking her hair as | catch my

breath.

"Morning? You are crazy if you think I'm waiting that long."