Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Chapter 42

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 42 One Night

Tanya’s POV:

I’m a little stunned to speak upon realizing that the Messenger Mage who has been listening to me, has been Marco all along.

‘But- but how,” I stutter.

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And although it is Marco who replies back to me, it’s the voice of the Messenger Mage that I hear as it flows past his lips. “Greetings Tanya! It’s incredibly lovely to finally meet you from beyond the veil!” I blink in surprise, the tone and mannerisms, not at all a reflection of Marco’s nature.

He seems to notice this. “Oh so sorry! I should’ve introduced myself first, I’m Marco’s wolf,” Marco starts to cough and cannot help but roll his eyes, seemingly speechless at his wolf’s mannerisms. Then a different male voice exits his vocal chords. “I’m Manuel,” the voice sounds rich and smooth, matching the polite greeting he offers me.

“Nice to meet you, Manuel,” and while I am delighted to meet him, I finally realize he has been pretending to be the Messenger Mage. My eyes grow wide, as a rosy, red shade of embarra*s*sment flushes my cheeks.

“Does this mean you’ve both known my secrets all along?” Marco nods.

“About our first night together?” He nods.

“Your birthday?” He nods again.

“Did you also enf*orc*e the fixture of the streetlights outside too?” He nods once more.

Oh goodness… he’s been here every time…

But before I can find the will to apologize for all my chaotic thoughts and doubtful worries, Marco steps towards me. He silences my stuttering with his piercing gaze, and I almost lose my breath as I look up at him.

“Truthfully. I don’t fall for people easily,” now it is fully Marco speaking, as he gently places a hand on my arm, pulling me closer with a fierce tug. “The more time we spent together, the more I got to see that your heart is truly pure. Your kindness, your honesty. I’m surrounded by people who are riddled with anger and savagery,” he says.

“And you’re the one person in my life that shows me true genuine love and loyalty. Not for money, or for power, or my fame. Just simply because you care for me. And I’ve fallen deeply in love with you because of this.” Even while confessing his love to me, Marco’s tone maintains its strength, filled with conviction and certainty. He’s made his decision, and whereas before I never knew what to think, right now, I don’t doubt a single word that leaves his lips. There’s a silence that hangs in the air between us, still in utter disbelief. But I finally gather my thoughts.

“Well, you already know how I feel about u…” I whisper shyly.

I watch as the corner of his lips tug upwards into a playful smile. “Then I don’t need permission to do this.”

Other than his words, he gives little warning as he pulls me in close, suddenly capturing me into a passionate kiss.

I don’t remember getting home. Much of the walk back has been a blur. I now stand in our doorway, a nervousness bubbling within, while a deep urge to kiss Marco again rushes upon me. Almost as if reading my thoughts, Marco places a hand against my back, guiding me both gently and a*s*sertively into his room.

I don’t turn around upon hearing the door click shut. I sense him quietly come up behind me, his slow shallow breaths indicating he’s inches away from my neck. I can tell his waiting, calmly reading my body language, despite his ability to always take what’s his. He’s waiting for my permission.

I smile, my hand pulls back, searching the air behind it for his. Finally, his hand intertwines with mine, and I gracefully move it over and onto my shoulder, and press back into him. Marco hums in approval, and goes ahead, placing soft sensual kisses behind my ear, and trailing down my nape and to my collar bone. So delicate, yet they spark fires beneath my skin in the places his lips have been.

While he does this, I roll my shoulders, allowing the tension of today’s events to roll off my back, leaning my neck as his subtle kisses grow longer and more intense. Soon I feel his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. I follow his needs with ease, reaching down to pull at it. Marco helps me get the fabric over my head, and in the process turns me round to face him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

Making me smile as I lean in for another kiss, his fingers

rest just underneath my chin, holding my head up to counteract our height differences. I’m understandably desperate to unveil the skin beneath his shirt. But before I can, Marco taps my needy hands away with a chuckle. “Not yet. You wait.”

And before I can plead, I lose his lips again as they scour my chest. Now dangerously close to my cleavage. This time he doesn’t ask, and I don’t need him too. He easily unclasps the buckle of my bra,

and I let it drop to the floor. He observes me for a minute, and although a sense of shyness looms beneath, I can’t help but see only admiration in his gaze.

Finding myself so in tune with his movements, I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms round him, my legs trusting the strength of his arms as he carries me to the bed, setting me down on the edge, so I’m positioned closer to him that my stature wouldn’t allow.

Hands resting on my hips, Marco leans down to press soft kisses on my exposed mounds. They’re of average size, proportioned to my smaller body. But Marco finds no trouble indulging in what they had to offer. I somewhat knew of the enjoyment they gave him, what I didn’t expect was the sensual elation that his nibbling would offer me.

I gasp as I’m swept under in a wave of bliss, unintentionally running my fingers through his velvety blonde locks, playing with his glossy curls, ever so gently tugging so his mouth is plush against my chest. My head feels heavy from the pleasant stimulation, and he senses my drowsiness as my body slopes further forwards. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Lean back baby.”

I oblige to his command and the tender f*orc*e of his palm that pushes my stomach, so I rest on my back, melting into the soft quilt beneath me. He doesn’t follow me. Instead, I feel his hands slip down to my skirt, undoing the zipper, and peeling it away so my legs lay bare.

He’s not so slow about my p*an*tie*s. Hastier with unveiling my trimmed flower beneath, he eagerly licks away at the mess he’s already caused from his touch alone. My breath hitches as his tongue skillfully swipes at the most sensitive of areas. Maintaining a slow but consistent rhythm that has me arching my back from the pulsating passion growing within me.

But before I can lose myself completely, he pulls away. I sit up in mild confusion as he steps back. The dim lighting casts him as a towering shadow above me. Dauntingly gorgeous in his build, I find myself dazed by his figure.

“You’ve been very patient, haven’t you?” he says in a teasing tone.

I quickly nod, well aware of what he was referring to. I watch in awe as Marco unveils the muscle beneath his shirt, I want to glide my hands down his chest, but I’m just out of reach. Remaining dutifully on the couch as he unbuckles his belt, dropping both his pants and boxers in one go.

My body knows what it wants, sending vibrations up my spine in disorderly signals of lust. Marco finally closes the distance, allowing me to return the favor. I embrace his impressive length, taking it into my mouth with slow gentle motions. My eyes flicker up innocently to his as I do this, loving the look I receive in return, enjoying the effect I have on him.

I continue for a little longer, till I start to hear Marco’s breath grow uneven and jagged. I sense he’s no longer in

the mood to talk. Only jerking his head with a blazing look, suggesting I move back and onto the bed. I shimmy myself backwards till my head meets the pillow, propping myself to see Marco maneuver himself above me, caging me in with his muscular body and powerful aura.

He uses his hand and elbow so as not to put pressure on my smaller frame. But there’s a pause in his movements, he looks at me with a careful expression, his eyes speaking volumes that words don’t need to explain. “I’m ready,” I whisper.

His lips are at my mercy as I take hold of them with my own, easing the initial discomfort as he slowly slides into me, proceeding with immense caution. I nod my head to rea*s*sure him, allowing him to proceed as he begins with a slow and steady motion.

We eventually grow more and more comfortable. My hunger for both his mouth and manhood escalates. I kiss him deeper and for longer, my hand clasping round his neck to pull him in closer, intentionally urging him to go faster.

Our bodies mesh into one solid frame as Marco thrusts. My m*oa*ns ultimately become louder as my sensations mount in tangent with his. We breathe the same air through every kiss, and as Marco starts to accelerate, our hearts pound in union.

The finality nears, my back arches as Marco jolts into me one last time. Waves upon waves of bliss ripple through my system as I cry out in pleasure. Marco too, releases a masculine m*oa*n as he reaches climax with me. I’m swept away in the elation, intertwined in his embrace as the darkness invades my delighted senses.