Heir to the Moon (GxG)

Capitulum 30

A frustrated growl left my throat as I met the gaze of the stubborn woman in front of me. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest as she stared at me with those icy blue eyes. Everyone had hurried out of the room as she and I were having a heated discussion. 'You can stop pouting little mate, I am not letting you go to Lycosura.' She spoke once more, leaving no room for argument and walked out of her office to our room.

'Why not?' I argued nonetheless, crossing my arms as I reluctantly closed our bedroom behind us.

She raised her eyebrow at the sight of my attitude, a smirk forming itself on her perfect face. She slowly moved forward, her eyes turning a darker shade. I felt my heart slam against my chest as she moved closer, closing the gap between us. I closed my eyes and toucher her face as she kissed me, feeling her hands rest on my hips as it send tingles down my spine.

My hand slowly laced through her hair as I pulled her closer, whishing a moment like this could last forever. I hated parting from a kiss with her. She pulled away allowing herself to respond to me, 'Because it isn't safe and I can't risk losing you again.'

I growled through gritted teeth, 'Fine.' Dropping my hands in defeat, she chuckled as she pulled me closer into her and bringing her lips close to mine again. 'You are mine little mate.'

I held my breath, biting my lip. She chuckled as she turned around, 'I hate you..' I whispered softly as I took off my shirt exposing my naked torso with the exception of a bra.

'What is that?' Kena laughed as she turned around, taking me in suddenly and then getting this serious look on her face.

She tilted her head as she calmly walked up to me, whispering, 'Why do you hate me little mate?'

I had been craving Kena since I had initially met her, and after our first time it had been quite phenomenal, but there was not a time where I didn't want Kena. I know it seemed immature of me to think but I hadn't had her for a few weeks.

And my body was screaming for her touch.

I stood eye level with her, smirking, 'I hate the effect you have on me.'

Kena her warm hands pressed against me flat stomach and then gripped my waist. 'It's nothing compared to the effect you have on me.'

I couldn't stop my heart from beating nearly out of my chest, and as I took in Kena her seductive glare it became all too much. I brought my lips to hers almost desperately as I tangled my hands in her silky hair, probably messing it up a bit but she didn't seem to mind. I soon realized she wasn't wasting anytime as her hands circled around my back and unhooked my bra quickly, and then I was pushed back onto her bed.

I felt the adrenaline and excitement course through me as Kena obviously took control.

Her hands quickly made their way to my shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them straight off without hesitation. I could feel the throbbing erupt as I lied naked under her body. A low rumble shivered through my body as Kena her lips attacked my neck and travel over what it felt like every inch of my skin.

Her eyes met mine as a I saw the electric blue before her hands returned to pressing mine into the mattress, refusing me any freedom to touch her as her body pressed against my core. Every element in me was on fire, everything was so intense, causing me to let out a low moan.

As much as I liked Kena giving me her all the attention I wanted to see, I wanted to feel and kiss her too. I pushed against her unexpectedly and rolled on top of her. I kissed her hard and she mumbled, 'Fair play..'

I pulled her shirt over her head and brought my lips to her neck, kissing and feeling my way to her bra to unhook it.

In these moments nothing else was important.

Nothing else existed.

It was like we were in our own world and we couldn't be bothered. I was hot, and the more Kena her soft lips moved against mine the hotter I became, and I know I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I needed her, I needed her in every single way possible and that includes physical. She was like the strongest drug you could ever take. It was always intense, it was always strong, and it always left me craving for more.

Without a warning I was on my back again as she pulled me to the edge of our bed, kneeling down and bringing her face right to my center. I could feel her breath on me and I squirmed in anticipation while she barely kissed the inside of my thigh.

Without any further ado her mouth was on me and two fingers inside of me, causing the wave of pleasure to nearly drown me. My eyes were closed tight and my fists were gripping the sheets so hard my claws had ruptured the sheets. I tried my best to keep quiet but there was no use whenever Kena did that thing with her tongue.

I felt my back arch in response to the overwhelming pleasure as I tried not to yell out her name for the sake of everyone to hear but I knew it wouldn't be long till I came. I felt multiple moans escape my throat as she continued to push her fingers inside me. My knees grew weak as she switched up her technique, getting more and more extreme the longer she went. I wanted to scream, cry and fucking mark her all over again.

I let go of the sheets and ran my hands through my silver white hair that probably was extremely messy due to the fact that I couldn't keep still.

Soon every muscle in my body was contracting in response to my climax. It was like everything just melted away and nothing existed in the seconds the pleasure took over my entire body.

After I let all of the feelings subside I couldn't even move and I could barely respond when Kena whispered, 'You are mine little mate.' With a sly smirk on her face.

Kena rested her head on my chest as I played with her hair. I was lost in my own thoughts.

I was a Lycan.

A Royal Lycan.

The kind of species that is above all the werewolves. The kind of species that had been hunted down and killed one by one for centuries.

I didn't know anything about being a Lycan nor did I know anything about triggering that gene.

And how could I tell Kena that she had a far hidden gene inside of her?

With me being the only one to break the spell.