The Lunar Queen (Lyric and Mason) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

“You did what you had to do, and it was well deserved,” I state.

“Why would they keep her from me?” she asks.

“The year you were born, my uncle was kidnapping pups that were born with red haif, green eyes, and caramel skin,/regardless of rank,” I explain. “I truly believe they were trying to protect both of you; they just didn’t know that keeping you and not her would

hurt you in the end.”

“I guess you’re right. It just hurts to know I wasn’t the only one,” she admits.

“I know, my love,” I say.

“So, how about you show me what you saw earlier?” I suggest.

She smiles, and it’s real this time, not forced, and turns in my lap so she is straddling me and kisses me.

I think she’s trying to have sex when a vision begins forming behind my eyes-her swollen, pregnant in the palace, and me begging her to slow down because she’s pregnant with triplets. “Triplets?” I whisper. “How long?” I ask. “Soon, my love,” she responds. “Are you pregnant now?” I inquire, and she just looks at me and tilts her head. “Is that a yes?” I question. “No, my love, I am not pregnant yet, but sooner than you think. All the girls will be pregnant at the same time, including Aria and Felicity. That’s all I’m telling you,” she says, zipping her lips. ‘You’re no fun,’ I pout at her like a scolded pup, though my eyes betray the hunger simmering beneath.

“I want you to mate me Cole” She says softly. My head snaps down to her. She nods once “Yes, i know i won’t be over what happened to me, but i don’t want it to stop me from being with my mate” she says. “So please she whispers.

I growl low, the sound rumbling from my chest as I flip her onto the couch beneath me. She bursts into giggles, her hand slapping my chest lightly. You beast, she laughs, breath hitching with delight.

‘I love that sound, I whisper, leaning in to nip at her ear before trailing kisses to her marking spot, sucking gently on the fresh bite. A deep moan spills from her lips, her body arching into mine.

No time for patience. My claws extend with a sharp snick, and I rake them down her shirt and shorts, shredding the fabric in one swift tear. Threads scatter like confetti, leaving her bare and exposed, skin flushing under my gaze.

Cole, those were my favorite shorts,’ she growls, half-playful, half-annoyed, her eyes narrowing at the ruins.

I’m the king-I’ll buy you all the shorts you want, I shoot back, smirking as she rolls her eyes, that spark of defiance only fueling

my fire.

I scoop her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, and carry her to the bed. With a playful toss, she lands on the mattress, bouncing once before propping up on her elbows, her laughter bubbling out again.

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Chapter 81

‘You’re a wild one, huh, Your Highness?’ she says, still chuckling, her gaze raking over me like she’s plotting her next move.

Always for you, princess, I reply, voice dropping to a husky promise.

I strip off my shirt and pants in quick pulls, kicking them aside before climbing onto the bed. But before I can pin her down, she yanks me forward, flipping us with surprising strength so she’s straddling my hips, her wet pussy pressing against my aching cock.

I think I like this side of you, I murmur low, hands sliding up her thighs to grip her ass, squeezing the firm flesh.

She grins wickedly, lifting her hips and lowering herself onto my dick, inch by torturous inch. The tight heat of her pussy envelops me, and I hiss through clenched teeth at the sheer pleasure ripping through me. Fuck, baby.”

Her moan joins mine as she sinks fully, bottoming out with a shudder. I grab her hips, fingers digging in as she starts bouncing, rising and falling with a rhythm that has her breasts jiggling enticingly.

Fuck, Cole, you feel so good, she moans, head tipping back, exposing the curve of her throat.

I grip her harder, thrusting up to meet her, slamming deep with each upward drive. Her tits bounce right in my face, and I reach up, pinching her nipples between my fingers, twisting just enough to draw a sharp cry from her.

Fuck! she gasps, grinding down harder. Please, more, my king.

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