Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 33

"Colette"

My body hums and my stomach is full of butterflies as Merikh kisses me, his body pressing into me from above as I snake my hands up his neck and into his hair. Our tongues tangle in a glorious battle for the control we both lack. I have wanted more from him, all of him for what feels like so damn long, and now that I am getting more from him. I fear I may die if I don't get every piece..

His hand roams to my waistline, teasing the hem of my top with his thumb before it slips under and his palm slides up my skin, teasing the bottom of my bralette. I roll my hips, trying to encourage him, making him touch me more, explore more. He smiles against my lips, and I break away, pressing my head back and looking up at him, making sure he is here, that he isn't going to tear away from me.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispers, his lips finding my ear lobe before he kisses my neck, slowly peppering my skin with his lips. His thumb slips under my bra, brushing over my sensitive skin, and I shiver under his touch, my eyes closing as I

gasp.

eas

His weight shifts and his body moves from me as he goes up on his knees and reaches down, tugging my shirt up. I arch my back, giving him the wiggle room as he pulls it up over my head. Merikh bites his lip, his green eyes flickering with hints of black as he drinks me in and as if moving in slow motion he reaches for his shirt and shucks it off in one fell swoop.

His hands fan out over my stomach, feeling my skin as he moves them up, and then he lifts the base of my bralette and shimmies it up over my head. He twists it tight, capturing my wrists as my eyes grow wide in shock and he presses them into the bed above my head.

"Better than I could have ever imagined." He groans. His words make me feel sexy and wanted for the first time in my life, and I smile, happy to have pleased him.

Then he leans down, his mouth at my throat as me nips and kisses down to my collarbone before moving to my right breast. He captures me in pleasure with his warm mouth, drawing out a moan while his other hand holds my arms still. He moves his legs one at a time between my thighs without so much as a releasing me from his glorious onslaught of torture to my body

"Marikh," I whine, needing something more, anything more than this..

He chuckles, releasing me and moving to my other breast again, making me whimper as I roll my hips, looking for him. F need the friction to satiate the burning growing between my legs where I know I need him. Too many times he has started something and then pulled away and that fear is heavy in my stomach,

"Mmm?" he hums, the vibration from his voice making my mouth fall open with a needy cry for more.

"I want to touch you." I murmur, my eyes closed, my body shivering with need.

chest, his stomach, his back as it flexes while he explores me. I want to explore him. Hell, I need to learn. every sound I can elicit from him. He moves from my body, his lips finding mine as he

time. My first make-out session, first time anyone has touched me like this and if I have my way, my first.. everything. I slip my

what will happen if I don't stop. There is a glint of danger in his eyes,

tossing it to the side.

His deft hands finish what I had started, unbuttoning his pants as he watches me with a glimmer. He slides them down his legs and 1 bite back a moan when he stands, completely nude before me. Old Colette would panic now. She would hide away and

I take hold of him as he shivers in my grip. Then I slide my hand down, quick and gently,

in his grip.

let go of him, inching backward, my eyes flickering between his eyes and the part of him 1 am both nervous and excited for. He licks his lips

this moment like I have. Merikh then leans over me, his hand coming to my throat, making my

Merikh rubs his finger over me and my nerve endings explode, my mouth falling open in surprise as he chuckles and does it

want you," I whisper.

shaking

don't want to hurt you. I have done so much of that already." he presses his lips to

body craves something while simultaneously feeling like I can't handle a single moment more. Then a finger enters me and I cease breathing. His thumb circles the outside while he gently removes his finger, only

can no longer even remember how to kiss him back as my head presses into the mattress,

P-p-please.I am

his hand, rising onto his knees with a pleased grin on his lips. Then he grips my hips and drags my ass flush to him. When he leans down, his full erection presses against my swollen and throbbing middle, and I

When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine and I feel him pressing at my entrance. I thrust my hips, unable to wait a second longer, and gasp as he glides in. He groans, his mouth finding

lips, worry dotting his brow. My hands

I am fine." I rasp

to be sure I remember this moment. Once I feel his pelvis pressed to mine, he waits for a moment, then he draws back and slowly he does

every thrust. He

need him closer, needing something more. He pulls back, his hips still driving into me as he looks down at me, captivating me and making it impossible to

nub and I explode. My hands and feet tingle, my body convulsing against him as warmth fills me from within and I cry out. He rubs me, making me

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