My King

Chapter 34 - When the cicada calls.

Chapter 34 – When the cicada calls.

King Luka Black

The door to my office slam open, revealing my lovely mate in all his glory. I arch an eyebrow at his sudden entrance, which only makes him grin sheepishly. He walks in like he owns the place, and round my desk to perch himself upon my lap, when I scoot out my chair to give him better access. His thighs on either side, as he straddles me on the large chair. His lips slam onto mine in a bruising kiss, startling me for a second, before I quickly respond to his kiss with my own eagerness. Our tongues clash in a fierce battle, but I don't allow him to get the upper hand in our little fight, and instead take over the kiss with a tight grip on his jaw and hair, guiding him to accommodate me.

He submits with a light whine and allow me to practically possess his mouth. Marcys breaks the kiss after a while, his breathing erratic and hollow.

"What was that for?" I ask him. "Not that I didn't enjoy it immensely" I add sheepishly, a grin adorning my face.

His lips curl into a smirk. "I wanted your attention" He states simply.

"You always have my attention my love."

A genuine smile curve on his lips, and I absolutely adore it. "Good"

"I better" Is his smartass remark, his smirk returning full force. I chuckle with a small shake of my head.

"So, what do I owe this surprise visit?"

"Just wanted to see you" An adorable blush adorns his cheeks. "I missed you" He confess meekly, looking up at me with fluttered eyelashes, making him look so sinfully innocent.

My cock hardens without permission in my slacks, and when Marcys eyes widen slightly, I know he's feeling it against his bottom. I smirk cockily at his surprised expression, and thrust my hips up a little, so my cock settles more against ass. He jerks a little, and push down on my hard on, emitting a groan from me at the pleasureful tingles that shoot through my body from my erect cock.

"Fuck baby" I cuss under my breath, my eyes closing in pure bliss, as he rotates his hips on top of my lap, his weight and firm ass cradling my cock like a warm blanket. He grins mischievously, a twinkle in his eyes I'd love to destroy and turn into lust instead.

Lust for me, and only me.

My wolf comes to the surface, and I don't fight his urges as they intwine with mine. I allow them to consume me, and within seconds everything on my desk is pushed to the floor, and Marcys is perched on top of the smooth surface. I attack his lips and trail my own down his neck after a few strokes of our tongues. I lick his mark that adorn his neck, a moan being released from my beautiful mate. My hand wrapped tightly around his neck like a collar, my other hand gripping his defined hip in an equally bruising grip. I force his legs open with my knee, and settle my large frame in between them, his legs automatically locking around me.

I remove my lips from his neck to capture his lips that's emitting the most erotic moans. I explore every corner of his wet cavern, groaning at his delicious taste. His hand intwine in my hair, and another groan escapes as he pulls the strands roughly, disheveling the otherwise neatly done locks. He pulls away from the kiss, making an embarrassing whine come from me at the lack of contact. I look at him pleadingly when he dodges my advances to connect our lips once again.

Why is he purposely torturing me?

He tsk at me condescendingly, making my eyebrows furrow and a frown to tug at my lips.

"We need to talk" He states as if it's a valid reason for stopping my lovely assault on him.

"We can talk when I've ravished you" I state as if it's obvious, and go in for another kiss, which he again dodges.