The door opens. At first, Amaya assumes it was either Wendy or Lauretta, but surprisingly it is Lucan. When she glimpses him, she lay back on her bed, totally ignoring him. Shortly, she feels the bed plop down, signaling he is now seated on it, but she doesn't still budge.
"Amaya" he calls out, but she doesn't give him an acknowledgment. If he can have peace of mind with those people withering away in the woods, he better get used to not conversing with her.
"Don't ignore me" he lets out again and breathes out sharply when she continues to prove stubborn. "I ordered for their release" he announces and immediately Amaya's eyes brighten.
She gets up from the bed, astounded that he considered her words. It shows the level of respect he had for her. "You did?" She asks to be sure she heard correctly.
"They will be escorted out of the kingdom by dawn" he assures her.
After a while he speaks again."Bring your leg," he orders. Amaya notices the bag by his side. Her leg checkup is usually done by Lauretta, but now the king wants to do that himself.
Without complaining, she stretches her bandaged leg to Lucan who is already bent to the floor. He places her legs on his thighs and begins to undo the bandage. "It's healing" He says as soon as the bandage came off. Something flashes in his eyes, but it is too fast to be deciphered. Probably it is because if her legs heal fully, he can't hold her back anymore.
He begins to clean the wound. It doesn't sting as it did previously. It is indeed healing, Amaya points out. She swallows hard as reality sinks in. A week ago, she would have screamed for joy at her early departure assurance, but now she feels different. One thing is sure, she doesn't want to leave, but she has to. She needs to break off any bond she is already building with Lucan, so she can honor her parents by taking her father's legacy which is the throne. She doesn't know how that will be possible when Lucan already has a strong grip on her emotions.
"Done," he mumbles, snapping her back from her thoughts. He settles beside her on the bed and stays silent for a while.
"What that?" Amaya asks, pointing to the injury on his neck.
"Training wound"
"Let me tend to it. It might get infected if you neglect it" she tries to touch it, but he abruptly grasps her hands and scowls at her.
"A training wound is normal. It's a reminder to be more careful when we shift"
Amaya understands he is trying to be a tough man, but there is no way she can let him walk around with a wound as big as that.
"Please" she begs. "Let me return the favor, just like you did mine" she adds. He hesitates but eventually gives in.
He slips his shirt off, exposing his well-built wide chest. Amaya gulps. She didn't think properly before signing up for this torture.
She kneels on the bed and moves closer to him. She grabs the items from the bag and begins applying them in the same order he did to hers. It is clear she doesn't know a thing about what she is doing, but she is slowly getting the hang of it. The moment the vinegar-soaked cotton makes contact with Lucan's injury, he grits in pain. She dabs it to her satisfaction and then wraps the injury unprofessionally with a bandage.
She is done and is about to leave, but Lucan doesn't let her go. He holds her by the wrist as he turns to look at her. She sits back on the bed with her eyes not leaving him. Even without having any idea of what he is doing, she still feels her heartbeat increase.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he brings his hand to her neckline and caresses it as his eyes darken. Amaya trembles at his touch. No matter how hard she tries to hide her reaction, Lucan still sees through her pretense.
When he heaves closer to her, she doesn't resist. Instead, she seats there, waiting to see where this is going. His breathing increases when his hands leave her neck and settle on her lips with his thumb caressing her bottom lips.
She watches him heave closer to her, but she doesn't avoid him. As her head screams no, her body screams yes. This is a complete deviation from her mission, but at this point, she doesn't care. Let all the consequences be damned.
The second his lips meet with her cherry-coated lips, fire ripples through her body. He kisses her and she kisses him back hungrily. Her body yearns so much for him that she can get crazy if he decides to stop this pleasure. He grasps her waist with both of his hands still kissing her.
Lucam can kill for the feeling he got from just kissing her. His earlier intentions were to kiss her and let her be, but as kisses her, he finds it hard to stop. The urge to mark her as his is stronger than ever now. He wants to make her so bad that it hurts his inner wolf for waiting even a second.
He guides her slowly to the bed and climbs on top of her while kissing her. His hands slip under her silk dress caressing her now-exposed thighs. His lips leave her lips and settle on her neck. His fangs instantly grow as the urge to sink it into her neck emerges, but he resists it.
He nuzzles her bossom from her dress, causing her to moan in pleasure. He continues his torture for a while before pulling her dress off completely. Now she is naked before him.
With one look at her naked, pale, beautiful body, he almost erupts. His eyes have never rested upon a more beautiful lady than the one laying in front of him. He swallows hard and continues to kiss her while his erect shaft threatens to break through from his trousers.
He flicks his tongue on her bosom and bites it occasionally. Amaya bit her lips to suppress her moan. He attends to both of her breasts, not ignoring anyone. When he is satisfied, he pulls his trousers down revealing his thick shaft.
She stares at him intently and he resumes kissing her. The kiss doesn't last for long. He breaks it and whispers in her ear while the tip of his erection is directly positioned on the entrance of her mound.
"Have you been with a man before?" he asks and she shakes her head innocently.
Lucan almost loses his mind. The fact that he is the only man that can gain access to her makes his fulfillment double. It also stuns him how She is so beautiful, but also pure.
"It will hurt a bit" he warns and she nods her head. "Are you ready?" he asks her and she nods again.
"Those aren't words Amaya" he groans in frustration.
"Yes I am ready," she speaks. She can't even recognize her own voice which is now different due to the heat of the moment.
He guides his shaft slowly into her mound and pulls his head back as he groans in immense pleasure. He doesn't know how long he will last because he already feels the need to erupt into her moist mound.
Amaya feels an intense pain when he goes in fully. She presses her finger against his back, squeezing her eyes shut to bear the pain. He then begins to thrust slowly in and out of her. After some time, the painful sting magically transforms into pleasure. He started slow but soon picks up pace.
Lucan's fangs protrude again. This time he doesn't waste any moment as he sinks it into her neck. The feeling isn't as painful as Amaya has imagined it. It is a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Something stir inside Amaya as he marks her. It is something she has never felt before. A strong energy surges through her with great force. An extremely strong one. Amaya had no idea how powerful the mating process can be.
After that energy stops, she feels a violent pleasure building up inside her mound area. Her body heats up and her orgasm builds up. She has never had one before, so when it hits her, it sends her into a brief jerking mode. She erupts in pleasure. It felt too good to be real.
As Lucan realizes she has reached a climax, he increases his pace and in no time, he spills his seeds deep inside her. Out of exhaustion, he collapses on her and doesn't drift off until he whispers." I love you"