Page 61 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

I open the mindlink, searching for Dustin, Gannon, and Clarice. They all answer simultaneously,‘Yes, my King.’

‘Who the fuck cleaned the room and bleached the bathroom?’I demand.

Clarice gasps, and I know it wouldn’t be her. She wouldn’t be stupid enough.

‘We changed the sheets and removed her clothes and the curtains like you asked,’Dustin answers.

‘Then why would you wash all of my clothes?’I growl. They could have at least left some of those.

‘We replaced them with the ones from your office. They are covered in your scent, and we used gloves,’Gannon answers.

‘Who else was in this room?’

‘No one, just us and Peter when he came up to drop food off.’

‘So no one else has been in here?’I ask, gripping Azalea’s hands as she pulls her hair out.

‘I have some of your clothes here that I haven’t washed yet. I will bring them up,’Clarice says, slipping from the link.

‘No one else should have been up there. We shut the doors to your quarters after we were done,’Dustin answers.

‘Well, someone has been because all I can smell is chemicals and bleach, and all my clothes in the closet smell fresh out of the press,’I tell them.

‘Is she alright?’they ask.

‘What do you think? Someone stripped her entire den. Even the mattress smells like chemicals,’I snarl, pushing into her den when she claws her face. I cut the link off abruptly as I press my knee between her thighs, forcing her onto her back. I press my body against hers. My calling slips out instantly as I bear my weight on my arms so I don’t crush her belly. Her breathing evens out, and she licks my chest, answering my call.

“Shh, love. I will fix it,” I purr, nuzzling her neck, and she moans. My teeth nip at her mark, and her legs fall open more, allowing me to press between her thighs. Her body is languid beneath me as she gives in to the calling. I run my tongue over her neck and jaw, across her cheek, where she cut her face with her claws, healing it.

She lifts her hips, brushing against my boxers, and my cock strains in my pants when her desire perfumes the room, an aroma so sweet it has pre-cum leaking out of me and ruining the silk of my boxers as I become hard. Azalea groans when I hear the door.

‘Leave them just inside, don’t enter,’I tell Clarice through the link, and I hear the door open and quickly close. Azalea mewls and rolls her hips against me while my lips travel down her neck, and I remove what is left of her clothes while using the calling to subdue her enough that she doesn’t harm herself. Soon enough, her den will smell the same, tamping down her anger and instincts.

Azalea pants and gazes up at me as I slip her pants down her milky thighs before removing them and tossing them aside. I growl when her knees close; the sound vibrates through her, and her legs fall open as she watches me with her lust-filled gaze, breathing heavily.

I run my hands up her thighs, spreading her wider before settling myself between them. Watching her face, I suck on the inside of her thigh, and her back arches off the bed as I lick and nip my way to the apex of her thighs. Her sweet arousal makes my cock throb in my boxer shorts. I watch as she shivers when my breath sweeps over her glistening wet lips, slick spilling from her, and she moans loudly when I flatten my tongue and run it across her wet pussy.

A moan escapes me as I taste her sweet nectar on my tongue. My tongue delves between her folds as I part them and lick my way to her clit. It pulses against my tongue as I suck it into my mouth, making her cry out.

Her skin flushes, and I love how she moves her hips against my mouth, seeking her release. I pin her thighs to the bed, relishing and tasting every inch of her, giving her no reprieve as she comes apart on my tongue. I know what she needs and wants and know she won’t calm until our scents mingled through every piece of fabric on the bed, making her den complete. Azalea whines, clawing at my shoulders and tugging on my hair.

I growl as she lets go, and her whines turn to cries as I bring her to the edge again, only to make her crash over it. The sheets beneath became soaked as I sit up between her legs.

The heat of her gaze makes my cock twitch as I slip out of my boxers and toss them aside. Her breathing is harsh as she watches me. Gripping her hips, I tug her down the bed then line my cock up at her entrance.

Her hands reach for me and I lean down, kissing her, and her arms lock around my neck, kissing me deeper while her tongue invades my mouth hungrily. I thrust into her with one swift motion, making her bounce on the bed. She gasps into my mouth as her warm, smooth insides squeeze around me.

I growl, dragging my cock out and thrusting back into her while gripping her hip to hold her in place. Azalea turns to a puddle of writhing moans and cries as I pick up my rhythm and pound into her hot core, her inner walls quivering, coating my cock in her slick.

“Harder,” she rasps while rocking her hips trying to meet my thrusts and growling when she can’t. My grip on her hip is pinning her beneath me and forcing her to take what I give her. Her skin glistens with sweat as I pound into her, my lips moving to her mark and her lips going to my jaw, her warm tongue rolls down my neck and makes me shiver as she sucks on it. Her teeth graze my skin, and I feel my knot swelling, stretching her further. Her head falls back as I work it inside her tight confines.

Her walls grip me, her breathing heavy when I feel it push through the barrier. I groan when I feel her cum, her walls clenching down on me and locking me inside her. And I explode, my cum coating her womb as she moans, her pussy milking my cock as her walls spasm around me, her body arches and I kiss her, pushing her back down and invading her mouth with my tongue.

Her heart rate settles as I become locked inside her, and I roll, dragging her on top of me. Azalea buries her face in my chest, licking my pectoral muscle, and I purr for her until she falls flat against me, pressing her ear to the center of my chest while I catch my breath.

I smooth her hair down as she relaxes on top of me. The room smells of sex and our mingled scents seem to soothe and calm her. Lulling her out of her panicked state, I sigh, trailing my fingers up her spine. Yet I know I had to get rid of the smell of bleach from the bathroom, but for now, she is calm, and I will wait until she sleeps. My thoughts run rampant as she moans and wiggles, trying to get comfortable while locked to me.

‘Who was watching the room?’I ask them through the mindlink. Everyone knows how Lycan women are, and to remove every scent from the room baffles me. She could have hurt herself or someone else. It is stupid on their part. I cringe, thinking of what would have happened if she had brought Abbie here while she was like that. She would never forgive herself if she hurt her.

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