My heart leaps like a giddy child. I like the sound of Lyall saying 'reward' with his baritone voice. It makes me shiver in anticipation. A cold electric feeling burns deep inside me. It spreads from my spine to my fingertips.

And yes, his voice makes me wetter too.

I don't even care if my hands are tied with a thin piece of fabric. Or that I have a baby bump. When the lycan king asks me to be on my knees and receive my reward, I will get that reward.

It doesn't matter that it takes me several tries to turn my body over with my larger-than-usual tummy. It doesn't matter that my face keeps slumping to the bed in the process. Somehow, I manage to get on my knees.

Lyall drags one pillow in front of me and then pushes my shoulder down, so my bottom is exposed completely to him. Normally, I would have felt ashamed to be so naked and messy and disgusting-

All of my thoughts melt away completely the moment Lyall smacks my butt cheek. Thank the goddess for that pillow, because otherwise, my face and tummy would have had a rough fall on the mattress. I notice that Lyall is thinking about my comfort, and it's comforting to know.

"What did I tell you about saying disgusting things about your body?" There's a slight growl in his voice.

"I'm sorry," I can only whisper because I'm already at my edge. "Please..."

"You're lucky I'm nice, Little Muse," he chuckles then he trails his finger on my spine slowly. His touch burns me on top of my heat. I even think that my thoughts have melted completely and turned into the love juice soaking out of me.

"You are," I affirm his statement.

It's true. If he isn't nice, he wouldn't have spent time letting me know how he sees me.

"Is this position comfortable for you, Little Muse?" he asks, "I've heard doggy style is one of the safest positions for pregnant sex."

See?

He's looking out for my and my baby's comfort. And without breaking his character. That's a plus. Definitely a turn-on.

"I'll be fine," I say in haste, "So please hurry- Ahh!" I gasp excitedly when I feel the hard rod rubbing my wet petals. My breath shakes and my arms tremble slightly. Even the feeling of his shaft stroking my intimate part has sent more fireworks than my own touch could ever have done. There's just something magical with his touch. It's like my skin was made to be burnt slowly by Lyall's touch.

Lyall massages my butt as he keeps stroking our intimate organs together.

His little sword is rock hard. My woman garden is wet. What's he waiting for?

"I like that word," he whispers with a slight chuckle, "Little Sword."

"It's not fair that you get to read my mind all the time," I protest.

"It's not my fault that your mind keeps leaking through the mate bond."

I pout my lips even though I know he won't be able to see me. "You should leak some of your feelings too." A second later, however, I realize my mistake. "Right, I forgot that you can't feel-"

My breath leaves my lungs too quickly.

I don't get to process what just happened, but I see white light flashing through my eyes. Something propels me forward and all strength leaves my body. I grip onto the pillow below me for my dear life.

The moment my brain has functioned, I cry out Lyall's name in a hoarse voice.

Something, or rather someone, has entered me. So smoothly, so effortlessly. And yet the moment I feel him stretching my insides, rubbing me with his hard rod, I... I am left breathless.

The fireworks have become one giant volcano eruption. "Oh, Goddess. "I moan like there's no tomorrow, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"Did you just come from me just putting it in?" Lyall snorts into laughter. But then he grants lightly. "Goddess, you feel so fucking amazing."

When he pushes deeper inside me, I feel tears coming out of my eyes. I've been wanting for this. I need this. So badly.

That raging storm has eased out just by him putting himself inside me. I can breathe better and I feel myself cooling down. Sasha is howling out of delight inside me.

I try to stifle my crying but nothing can get past the lycan king. "Are you crying out of pleasure again, Little Muse?"

The tears have created a lump in my throat. My nose feels stuffed and it takes several blinks to cast the pooling tears away from my eyes. It's hard to talk. There are many things I would like to say but all my mouth can form is, "I'm sorry..."

He gathers all of my hair in one hand and holds it gently behind me. It makes me arch my back a little. That's when he pulls out of me. Then without warning, he plunges in with one stroke. My mouth, it seems, doesn't have any problem letting out loud moans.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks. "As long as it's not tears of pain. Actually, you look so damn hot now. Let me know if you think I'm too deep, alright? We don't want to cause unnecessary contraction."

How does he know about the possibility of causing contraction? Before, he also seems to know about the safe sex positions pregnant women can do. I know he's prioritizing my comfort, but to research this deep... Has he been thinking of banging me for quite some time?

Before I get to ask him anything, he has given me another stroke. And another. And another.

In just a few seconds all rational thoughts leave me. Desire and passion have overruled my mind and my body. All I can think about is how Lyall is taking me to ride another wave in the sea of ecstasy.

"You're clenching me tightly and I love it, Little Muse," Lyall says while he rocks his hips back and forth. He slaps my butt cheek as he thrusts into me faster.

"Ahh..."

The building sensation causes my thighs to give up. Luckily, before I fall flat on my pregnant stomach, Lyall catches my arms and pulls my body to arch against him. With this slightly new position, I can feel him touching new spots inside of me.

Our moans have become one. He gives kisses on my shoulder. His lips travel to that one spot just before the collarbone where a bite mark exists.

When I feel his fangs and teeth elongating, when I feel those sharp, cool canines grazing my skin, I panic a little. But his hip motion has kept my brain from functioning. And honestly?

I am not scared of him marking me as his.

I surprise myself by not having a bigger reaction knowing that he would override Ed's mark on my body.

He takes us both to reach our peaks at the same time. His final strokes are long and deep. Each thrust brings me to an even higher peak of pleasure than before. I feel like I've reached the top of a waterfall and now all the water is leaking out profusely. My insides twitch around Lyall's rod as he lets out a warm liquid inside me.

The natural thing to do for Lyall would be to mark one as we reach our peaks. But Lyall grunts loudly as he fights off his instinct to mark me. Even though his teeth are already in position, he doesn't follow through.

He doesn't mark me.

His voice sounds like he is in pain. He grips my arms tighter.

Eventually, he can't help the itch on his teeth so he sinks them into my skin as he gives his final thrust. But he bites me on my shoulder blade.

I scream in pain, in pleasure, in confusion, and ecstasy.

It feels like a weight has been lifted off me. As I enjoy the pouring waterfall, my heat is receding. The pleasure I felt has left my body completely depleted of energy. My chest heaves laboriously to give oxygen to my lungs. There are fireflies in my vision.

Lyall puts me down on the bed gently, being careful with my big stomach. He lays me down on my side.

When I catch his eyes, he seems panicked. As if he just broke a fragile glass and don't know what to do. "I'm sorry." Brushing my hair away from the spot he just bit me, he says solemnly, "I've hurt you."

I shake my head immediately. "No," I say between my heavy breaths, "I'm the one who should thank you. You didn't mark me for me. Besides, I kinda like being bitten."

Finally, his worried face has smiled again. "You like that?" he asks while he unties my hands.

I can only nod weakly. My eyelids are growing heavy. And the bed feels so good on my body.

Lyall chuckles when I can't keep my eyes open. "Rest, Little Muse. You deserve it. You were amazing."

He leans down to give me a gentle kiss on the lips. Then he gives me a deep kiss, sucking and playing with my tongue until I'm getting dizzy again. When I'm out of breath, he stops after giving me one final peck.

After that, my eyes give up. I fall into a deep slumber just like that.

When I wake up sometime in the middle of the night, I feel my body heating up again. My first initial thought is to wash my body with cold water to cool myself down. But Lyall stops me and instead cleans me down there with his mouth. It only makes me dirtier with my own juice. But when he thrusts inside me for the second time that night, I realize that it's the only way to get rid of the heat. I need him to make me reach that point of pleasure. No amount of cool water can eliminate the heat.

My mind is in a groggy state all night long. I keep waking up because of the heat returning, and then going back to sleep after Lyall helps me cool the heat down.

I think we do it about six times. I remember one time, he pulls me to the edge of the bed so he can do it in a missionary position safely with him, keeping his weight from my body. The other time I remember is him growling as if in pain as he holds back from biting my body at all.

The last time we do it, I am lying on the edge of his bed and he puts one of my legs on his shoulder. I think it's already late morning because I vaguely remember someone entering his room saying that Lyall has an appointment but Lyall growls ferociously at the servant without stopping his hip movement. His face softens immediately as soon as the servant leaves and our eyes meet. By the time we both reach our ecstasy together, this time he can't help to bite my calf in exchange for marking me. I scream without caring that the poor servant will hear and probably the entire kingdom will know I've slept with the king by today.

I don't want to care what anyone thinks.

Lyall licks the wound he just gave me with heavy breaths. He pulls me up on the bed so effortlessly and fixes my position so that my legs are not hanging from the bed. He knows I get so tired after every round. He gets tired too after several rounds. Especially because he keeps having to hold back from marking me. Fighting off instinct like that must have taken a toll on him. At least after this round, I know the heat has dissipated completely. So he wouldn't need to keep doing this.

After wiping me clean with a towel, he puts on his clean shirt on me and tucks me to bed. He kisses me gently and then pulls me into his embrace. My back is against his chest and one of his hands rests on my bulging stomach. He caresses my baby bump with care.

As if he is the father.

The movement makes me feel safe, it makes me feel calm... and content. With the heat no longer burning inside me, I fall to sleep in Lyall's embrace, knowing that my baby has a future in this kingdom.

Goddess, I wish this moment will last for eternity. But it would be too good to be true, wouldn't it?

–to be continued–