It burns. Slowly but beautifully.

Strangely, however, it doesn't hurt, even though I feel like exploding with so many sensations.

He hasn't even touched me that much, but the heat is making every fiber of my skin more sensitive than normal. Or perhaps it's a combination of his touch and my pregnancy hormones as well.

I've heard that in the second half of the pregnancy, other than nausea decreasing, it also can increase the libido and make sex even better. Hormones will be all over the place and the husband has to be more careful yet intimate.

It can be a more romantic setting with the partner.

I just never imagined that I would do it for the first time with Lyall while I am still pregnant.

Maybe the heat is also a natural progression of my pregnancy. Maybe it's one of the signs that I am at the half benchmark of my pregnancy.

'Did you do it?' I accuse Sasha of causing the heat.

But my wolf won't take it. She lets out her tongue to me. 'Whether I do it or not, you want him, anyway.'

She's a little annoying, so I push her to the back of my consciousness.

Wolves usually carry their babies in the womb for around two months. Humans have nine months of pregnancy. Since we, lycans and werewolves, are part wolf and human, our pregnancy cycle is around five months.

"You know," he puts my tied hands above my head. "I thought you would be bigger." One of his hands trails my skin down from my collarbone to my cleavage, and then to my stomach. He leans down to kiss my exposed nape. Then his hand hovers on the edge of my pants.

"I am three months, going four months, in my pregnancy, if my calculation is right. I guess this is the most my body can grow." I hook my legs behind him and push him down to me. His arm drops quickly to my sides to catch his weight.

"Careful," he chuckles, "You don't want the weight of a full-grown lycan warrior on your precious stomach."

"Hurry," I beg. It's annoying to be in heat. It feels like someone set my body on fire and the only way to put the fire down is to have sex. Lyall is the water I need to calm these burning embers.

I can't even stop to think clearly about how this would make me feel afterward. After all, I still feel a little guilty for lusting over Lyall so fast after Ed's death.

'This is necessary, Mars,' Sasha protests, 'Ed will understand!'

For the second time, I push her to the far end of our consciousness. This time, she will stay there.

Lyall definitely can smell my arousal without me having to tell him. Especially now.

He knows that wetness I feel down there is because of him, and it's only for him.

Without difficulty, he rips my pants completely. Taking in the sight of my bare legs, he licks his lips. "Pregnancy doesn't change your sexy legs."

"Please..." At this point, I am sure that Lyall is deliberately taking it slow so I would beg him to stroke his ego. Or maybe he just likes seeing me at my wit's end like this.

He slaps the side of my thigh, so close to my butt. It doesn't hurt, but the sudden impact causes me to gasp.

There's a slight growl to his voice. A deep reverberation in the air that makes all the hair on the back of my neck rise. "Please what?"

Definitely. He wants me to beg him more. It's part of the play.

Sasha purrs in delight. Even though she's so far back in our consciousness, she can still feel all the sensations I'm feeling.

"Please, Sir?"

Lyall smiles at my answer. Such a devilish man. He is enjoying this while I have to suffer the heat! It's so frustrating. What makes it even more infuriating is the fact that Sasha, my other half, is loving the game. So, inside of me, is a jumble between my thoughts and feelings with Sasha's thoughts and feelings, on top of my already messed up hormones.

I find myself feeling conflicted, caught in the middle of a raging passionate storm.

I hate this situation, but at the same time loving every second of it.

"You think you've been a good girl and deserve a reward?"

Oh, come on! This is too cruel. Can't he see how badly I need relief? If I don't have it soon, I can overheat! Overheating is like being in a continuous fever, but ten times worse.

"I've always been a good girl," My body moves on its own. It arches upward so that my hip would meet his. With my legs still locking his hips to me, our bodies have no more space between us. If it isn't for the heat, I don't think I would be so daring. "So, yes, I deserve that reward."

My tied hands move to circle his neck, ready to pull him in for a kiss. But he chuckles and then pushes my hands to lie above my head again. He pins my arms with just one hand.

A wicked smirk spreads upon his face as he says, "Good girls ask nicely and are patient. You, my Little Muse, are bad. But we can fix that. What do you say?"

"It's not my fault," I protest, "It's the heat-"

I gasp loudly at the same time a clear, slapping sound echoes in the room. Lyall has torn apart my bra and slapped my breast. He then fondles it expertly, making me whimper at the building sensation. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches my erect nipple.

"Ahh..." moans upon moans escape my lips.

"Excuses are for bad girls, Little Muse. Until when will you keep being bad?"

Biting my lip, I groan because it's obvious Lyall won't give that relief to me so easily. I need to play his game..-

Feeling desperate, I cast my eyes down, show my neck as a sign of submission, and say, "Forgive me, Sir."

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

'Fuck you, Lyall!' is what I really want to scream. But I keep it in and instead say, "I was impatient."

Lyall smiles like the devil. "Good. Now that you know you were wrong, what is it you should ask of me?"

I swallow the frustrated groan and answer, "Please punish me accordingly, Sir."

His smile turns into a wide grin. "As you wish, Little Muse. Take the punishment like a good girl and I will reward you."

I can't even catch my breath before he slaps my other breast, making me gasp again. He massages it like he did the other one.

It doesn't hurt. Oh no, no. His slaps are not painful. But the sensations... The electricity... The fire... Those are the things that make me moan in anticipation.

"I've read that a pregnant woman's body is more sensitive," he whispers, "especially the breast. I must say, your boobs are bigger than when I first laid eyes on you and I can't complain."

I hate him for teasing me like this.

"Why don't we test how sensitive your body is?" before I can answer, he has cupped my nipple with his not lips and sucked it as if he is a baby.

"Nng... Ahh..."

His tongue caresses my nipple, giving a cold and hot electric feeling to my body.

Instinctively, I arch my back so he can suck more of my breast. In response, he starts pinching my other nipple with his fingers.

The sensation has doubled in my body.

"Ahh...Lyall," I whimper, "Please...please...please..."

He bites down on my nipple as an answer. A light bite. But he does it with his lycan fangs.

"Urgh!!" I don't care anymore about being too loud. It's too much. "Please... Please give it to me. I'm so close... So close... I need it. Please!!" I scream.

That annoying king actually stops what he was doing, pulls back from me, and once again denies me my so deserved reward.

Son of a bitch!

He dares to sit up, slightly above me, and even says with glowing, amused green eyes, "Touch yourself down there and make yourself cum."

My mouth drops at his insolence to toy me like this.

But when I see him taking off his pants, and rubbing his throbbing manhood just a few inches above my thighs, I direct my tied hands to reach my panties without my gaze leaving the magnificent sight in front of me.

I can't help but follow his words like an obedient, good girl.

Because good girls know the reward at the end, will be big and satisfying.

–to be continued–

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