Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Merikh*

I wrap my arms around Colette, holding her close as she struggles to control her heart rate. Her fear pours into me like a free flowing fall over a cliff so I lower my head, pressing my lips to her ear.

"It's Percy's writing." I whisper, but it doesn't make her less worried. She shakes in my embrace, and I press my lips to her skin, giving her a reassuring kiss and forcing my calm into the bond between us, trying to help her relax.

"Why would he write 'burn'?" She asks, finally waking from the shock. I move away from her, reaching out and wiping the word from the mirror with my hand before turning to look into her shocked face. "Either he was under their control, or maybe he is trying to warn us." I offer, stepping forward and wrapping her in a big embrace. Colette releases a heavy sigh but shakes her head. Then she leans into me, the steam still swirling around us in the bathroom.

"We should go see him." She says, spinning in my arms, looking up at me. Her eyes are filled with doubt and uncertainty. I reach out, stroking her cheek as I move hair from her face and I offer her a soft smile. "Percy will be out for a while. At least for the night." I tell her, and she frowns.

"How can you be sure?" She asks.

"If he wakes up, Penny is staying in the room with him, along with the healers. We will be informed. I promise, Colette."

She mulls over the information before looking over her shoulder and nodding that she is giving in. The hand writing isn't easy to determine as Percy's, but I remember the little pranks he would pull on Penny, the little notes he left on the bathroom mirror to make her paranoid that someone was watching her. This seems like a warning of what I can't quite tell, but burn could mean anything.

"I don't think I will be able to sleep." She mutters and I reach down, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"I can think of ways to tire you out," I tease her, and she arches a brow.

"As tempting as that sounds, you truly do need a shower."

"Care to help me?" I ask, and she bites her lip nervously. Mated or not, this is still all very new to her. "I promise to be a gentleman."

She hesitates before she gently nods her head, giving me her approval. I remove my hand from her shirt, tracing them down her wrists and taking her hands and lifting them above her head.

Then I tug her top off, tossing it to the side. My heart is sounding in my ears, staring at her with her pink cheesy and lush breast on display. I hook my thumbs into her shorts, pushing them down to her ankles.

stance to her nervous energy. Then I strip my shorts off and place my hand out for her to take as I push open the glass door

to roll over her face and down her chest. There is no looking away as a soft

until her perfect brown eyes open, watching me curiously, that I snap out of my trance. I instinctively wrap my hands around her, stepping closer to her as the water runs over my sore flesh. The water temperature surprises me and I hiss, trying to step away, but she clings to

a baby," she says with a

and she presses her bare, wet

to force the moan away. The mate bond can do so much for a couple. From expediting healing, down to a dopamine

whispers, as she steps around me, grabbing a

shoulder and slides around my front. She proceeds to scrub

her hesitation, her worry about what to do, how to please me or start without looking like a fool, and I chuckle. “Turn, I will wash your

was washing you." She insists, and I grab

the favor." I tell her

scrub her scalp, making

pleasure as she closes her eyes. I scrub her body with a loofah making sure to cover every inch of her, my hands following along, behind for good measure. Her eyes are on mine the

to do as I drag it over her perky cheeks, pressing her just a touch closer to me. She gasps when I press into her soft stomach, but she doesn't seem shocked in the slightest. Then I spin her around and hold her close to

many things for her. The options are endless and the access open, but I promised to remain

could be our last pleasant moment together?" She whispers and I give her a

chance in hell." I whisper, pressing my

you be so sure?" She asks. "I mean,

trolls don't exist, especially not troll shifters. Which means those trolls, they are just someone being used by magic, like the red-eyed wolves. "What happened when you brought that water down

really sure."

tell her. "And what happened

"They turned into humans."

"Exactly."

she unravels it all. "But why