Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown
Chapter 43 Mark
Tanya’s POV:
My eyelids softly flutter open, the blurriness of my vision slowly fading as I grow conscious of my surroundings and my body awakens. But I’m too groggy to do nothing by lying in bed. The soft pillow beneath my head urges me to sink into its depth and rest my eyes some more, but I can’t.
Not when I can feel a warm muscular hand laying limp upon my waist, not when I can feel his gentle breaths against my skin as he lies asleep beside me. Not when the slight breeze tickles my cold but completely bare skin beneath the quilt. Not when I’m so sore in all the right places.
I smile. My current situation has me filled with nostalgia, identifying the parallels between this very moment and the morning of my very first one-night stand with Marco. Where somehow, by fate, or mischievous methods of the universe, our paths have crossed in such a silly way. Only for now to be awaking from our night in bed together that has been done not strictly out of lust, but through true romantic desire and love.
He loves me.
I still couldn’t fathom the feeling, couldn’t fathom that I would from now on wake up every morning and remember the fact that the man beside me loves me with all his heart. Gone is my fear of dying alone. Gone are my doubts for my future. Gone is the depressive need to end my previously miserable existence. This man has saved a life. My life. He’s given me a job, a future child, and now, his heart.
“What are you smiling about?”
I couldn’t suppress the playful t*itter from leaving my lips as he reveals that he’s awake. His voice beckons me to look over and soak in the beauty of his features that still look half-asleep. I’m also very aware as the hand on my waist begins to move, his fingers drawing delicate circles with gentle strokes, slowly rousing the butterflies within my stomach.
I see the way he watches me, as a hint of curiosity hides behind his naturally composed and apathic expression. I don’t know if the morning after is what’s making me feel a tad bit more confident in myself, or it is just my hormonal attraction to him that is instigating my playfulness.
“Nothing important.”
I do poorly to hide my lie, as I can’t help but smirk at him. Course, as I expect, Marco easily maintains his calm, yet the movement of his hand seems to mean something else. It stops mid-way down my thigh, continuously brushing lightly against my skin.
“Is that so? Well, I don’t believe you,” he mutters.
“You don’t?”
“No. I don’t.”
“How come?” I bat my eyes at him innocently, as I still don’t relay the information he desires. Again, his face gives nothing away, but his hand sharply dips down the inside of my thigh, just low enough to brush the first strands of hair surrounding my delicates. I can do little to subdue my reaction, as my mouth unlatches for a deep intake of air before I bite down on my bottom lip.
I can at least tell he’s enjoying slowly fracturing my defenses. However, I notice something stirs in the depths of his eyes that suggest he’s ready to up the ante of this harmless game we’re playing.
“You have three seconds to tell me.”
My breathing abruptly stops upon hearing his statement, my brain divulging into a million possibilities of what he’s about to do next.
“One,” he raises a brow as I clamp my mouth in protest. “Two…,” his hand retreats from its position, and I find myself sighing in relief. Only to gape as he brings it up from under the covers, staring directly into my eyes as he nonchalantly inserts two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them deliberately. They leave his lips with a pop and go back to rest exactly where they have been on my body.
Oh god, what have I done?
“Three,” I have no room to surrender as Marco leans over to get a better angle. There is no subtleness this time, he suddenly slips two fingers down below, thrusting my insides with unexplainable f*orc*e and precision.
I break out in stuttering gasps, and my whimpers are loud and erratic while he shows no sign of slowing. The palm of his hand smacks against my flower’s outer lips, while his fingers vigorously rub the small bump inside of me that alters the frequency of my pleasure. I’m drowning in pure ecstasy with little room to breathe as Marco pumps me towards climax.
“That’s it, you’re almost there. Cum for me princess.”
My repeated use of the ‘yes’ escapes me without my permission, wanting, needing, to do as he’s asked. I beg for his continuous rhythm and perfect speed before I lose all sense of control over my body. I burst with gratification as my thighs clench down on his fingers, I shake and spasm in bliss, unable to stop my eyes rolling back from the thrill.
I’m like this for what feels like forever before I finally come down from my high. My n@ked chest rises and falls to exhale heavy breaths as I’m eventually able to make proper eye contact with him again. He’s watching me. Predatory lust seeps from his gaze that leans over me. And while I’m elated from the sensations sizzling within, I can’t help but shiver as one corner of his lips pulls upward in a small yet visible sly smile.
“You’re not done. I want you on your elbows and knees.” He gives me time to move whilst he throws back the duvet that previously covered us. Although clearly dominant, he’s still thoughtfully aware of the soreness of my body, and helps me to roll over onto my stomach, kissing my body gingerly as he does so. He sets a pillow beneath to rest my elbows, while I obediently lift my bum. Dark sable strands of my hair cascade round my face, limiting my vision. But I can feel his hands hold me at the hips as he aligns himself. He leans forward, kissing the lines of my back with sensual grace as he slowly inserts his length into me, whispering sweet nothings in response to my soft m*oa*ns.
Marco starts slow, even with my slickness, he still lets me grow comfortable with his size. Nevertheless, it feels good, and I start to feel myself pushing back into his manhood, enjoying the sliding motion that sends pleasurable vibrations through me. “Faster,” I say breathlessly. But there’s no change to his pace. “Please Marco… Go faster.”
Finally, the grip he has on my hips tighten, he pulls me back and sends his hips forward with quicker movements. Soon the bed is rocking in union to our combined f*orc*e. Marco starts to pound faster, grunting with every strike, his thighs slapping against my bare flesh with loud claps.
Soon my m*oa*ns escalate into love making screams of delight, and I’m begging for him not to stop. I can tell he loves this, cause while still pounding me hard, he leans over, wrapping a hand round my waist to pull himself closer, so his breathing tickles my ear. While his other hand has one of my b*reas*ts tightly in his grasp. “I want to mark you Tanya,” he admits in a whisper. “Do it Marco. Do it please. Mark me as yours,” I say in a m*oa*n, giving him consent and expressing my desire to be his.
I tilt my head to the side, willingly exposing my jugular to the Lycan. He takes this as a gesture of my submission to him and moves forward. Suddenly, an explosion erupts from the depths of my c*ore as Marco sensually bites down on my neck, canine fangs sinking down into my flesh as we both reach full climax. I scream out his name as he jolts his firm throbbing length into me a couple more times, as his jaws remain clamped on my throat.
Eventually, we both succumb to the exhaustion. He unhooks his canines from my skin, and I crumble into the bed beneath us. Marco falls at my side, even with his uneven breaths, there’s no falter to his movements. He protectively spoons me from behind, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me into the safety of his embrace. Slowly and softly Marco begins to affectionately lick away the blood from my wound, gently revealing his mark that I’m so proud to behold.