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Chapter

Thirty-Five

A ZALEA

Kyson grips my arm as I walk up the stairs to our room. “I’m not drunk,” I tell him, not that I mind the sparks racing up my arm. Or his scent clouding my brain.

“I wished you woke me. I don’t like you being far from me,” Kyson tells me.

While nodding my head, I yawn. I am exhausted, yet I can feel that Kyson is wide awake now that he woke up to such chaos.

Pushing the door open, I rush toward the bed and face-plant onto it, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball beneath the covers.

Kyson wanders over to the fireplace, chucking an extra log in while I try to get out of my pants and shirt before crawling under the blanket.

The bed dips beside me as Kyson climbs into bed beside me; I snuggle into his side, and he pulls the blanket up, encasing me in his arms.

Surrounded by his scent, it doesn’t take long before I crash and burn, sleep taking me. However, it isn’t long before I am also awoken by his movement beside me. My eyes flutter open when I feel his arm move beneath my head as he turns the page of the book he is reading.

“What are you reading?” I ask while yawning, the words coming out all jumbled.

“I don’t speak yawn?” he says, and I tilt my face up to look up at him. He smiles, leaning down and kissing my nose.

“One of the books Cedric gave you,” he answers before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“What’s it say?” I ask him, curious about what gifts my parents had and what ones I could have possibly inherited.

“Not much, really, I only just started reading it.”

“Can you read it to me?” I ask him, but he rolls away from me. He sets the book down on the bedside table before rolling into me.

“Hmm, I can, but–” he doesn’t finish. Instead, he smiles deviously and presses his lips to mine, flooding me with his calling.

The sound vibrates from his chest, awakening my desire and every sense in my body, calling me to him; I kiss him back hungrily when his calling stops abruptly.

Yet, he has awoken it already, and now, instead of being hungry for knowledge, I am hungry for him.

Kyson laughs against my lips as I crawl on top of him.

My lips travel down his neck to where my mark lies on his neck.

His hands gently trail up my sides, making my entire body tingle and heat under his gentle touch.

My fingers trail down his chest before moving between our bodies, and I squeeze him through his boxers when he growls, flipping me onto my back and pressing his body between my legs.

Kyson grips my panties before sitting up between my legs as he tugs them down my legs.

I lift my hips so he can remove them, he tosses them aside.

His heated gaze runs over my body as he pushes my thighs apart and flat against the bed.

My legs tremble with anticipation as he settles between them.

His hot breath sweeps across my lower lips, and my hips lift, wanting his mouth on me.

Kyson smiles, lowering his head, his teeth graze my inner thigh as he nips his way down. He sucks the inside of my thigh next to the apex of my legs, and my hips buck, but his hands grip my thighs, pressing them into the bed and holding me still.

“Well, aren’t you a demanding little Vixen today?” he purrs before teasing me with his tongue along the crease of my leg.

“Kyson,” I breathe, wiggling my hips. He chuckles softly before sweeping his tongue across my slit.

I moan, melting against the mattress. He buries his face between my legs, his mouth covering my pussy.

His hand pushes against the back of my thigh, forcing one of my legs higher as he drapes one over his shoulder and settles between them.

His mouth teases as he sweeps his flat tongue across the seam of my lower lips, making me moan as my skin tingles and burns with desire.

He growls softly before his tongue peels my lower lips apart. He runs his tongue through them to my clit and sucks hard. My heart pounds uncontrollably and heat floods and pools in my stomach, warming every inch of me as sparks rush across my skin.

His tongue swirls, driving me wild, and making me whimper at the building sensation as he continues to torment me with his tongue.

Kyson tastes and licks every piece of me before dipping his tongue inside me and lapping at the juices spilling from me.

My legs tremble when I feel the first slivers of pleasure tighten the muscles of my belly.

He slides his finger deep inside me while sucking.

My inner walls squeeze and clamp down around his finger as he pulls out slowly.

His finger drenches in my arousal and slides in and out effortlessly as he adds another, stretching me open.

My inner walls squeeze as the friction builds, and I move my hips against his mouth.

Heat washes over me, and I moan as my sensitive nerves pulsate against his tongue. My walls flutter when my orgasm rips through me, his fingers plunging in deeper, and my inner walls clench as he continues his relentless sucking and licking, making me cry out.

Everything tingles, my thoughts solely consumed with the pleasure he is inducing, solely consumed with him. When I finally burn so hot, I am holding my breath, I tumble over the precipice, falling blissfully as I reach the peak of my climax. My moan echoes as I come hard.

The slickness of my arousal spilling out of me, and my body tenses and spasms as I ride out the waves of pleasure, leaving me breathless.

Kyson slips his fingers from me, his hot tongue lapping at my juices before he kisses and crawls up my body, settling his weight against me.

His lips, slick with my juices, mold around mine as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself.

I smile against his lips, enjoying his touch, enjoying him.

It feels like we hardly have time for each other, so I am thankful for this moment despite being exhausted from being up all night.

Kyson always has a way of making me forget the torment life throws at us, and right now, I want nothing more than to forget with him.

His hips thrust against my entrance, making me jolt at the over-sensitive nerves as his erection presses against me.

My hand moves down his side, and I push the waistband of his boxers down his hip before he tugs them down and gets rid of them by kicking them off.

His thick, hard cock presses against my core, and I feel the head of his cock slide between my lower lips over my clit as he rocks his hips against me, coating himself in my arousal as it slides through my folds.

I arch my hips, rolling them against him, and moan into his mouth before reaching between us, my hand stroking his hardened length as my fingers wrap around his shaft.

He groans, thrusting into my hand. His lips travel down my neck, sucking his mark and nibbling on it, and I tilt my head to the side, offering him more.

Kyson purrs, and I love the sounds he makes, love how the bond tugs, wanting me to claim our mate over and over.

He is mine, and I am his. There is no greater comfort than knowing that he was fighting alongside me.

That now we fight for each other instead of against each other.

No more fighting, just us. I wiggle my hips, rubbing against him, before gripping his hair and bringing his lips back to mine.

He kisses me harder, taking his cock in his hand and positioning himself at my entrance.

Moving my hand to his hip, I tug him closer, rolling my hips against him.

He presses the tip against me, his cock sliding into my wet core, stretching me around his thickness and making me moan into his mouth at the feel of him filling him.

Kyson kisses me harder, biting down on my lip as he sinks deeper, making me gasp.

I roll my hips against him as his teeth tease my bottom lip into his mouth, my juices coating his shaft as he rocks his hips gently against me.

I chase the slow friction, rolling my hips against him and meeting his slow thrusts, wanting more, needing him to move faster.

Growing impatient, I kiss him harder. My hand on his hip tugging him closer, and he moves quicker, building up the friction as he drags his cock out before slamming back in. I gasp into his mouth at the slight pain that turns into moans, muffled by his lips as they devour mine.

The only noises in the room are my cries of pleasure, and the wet sounds of our bodies coming together. Kyson drives his cock into me harder when I push on his shoulder, wanting to change positions.

“You can’t go on top, Azzy; I am not wearing anything, so I have to pull out, or I will knot you,” he purrs, nipping up my neck to my lips.

“Then knot me,” I murmur, pushing on his shoulder, and he stops, pulls away, looking down at me. I can feel his shock through the bond, and feel his desire to do as I suggested. Yet, also his caution, as if he is afraid to get his hopes up.

“If I knot you…”

“I can get pregnant. I am aware, Kyson,” I finish for him, and he stares at me for a second.

“A baby is never a bad thing, though timing kinda sucks. However, I don’t think the timing will ever be right, not for us anyway, so if it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t…” I tell him.

“You want to try again?” he asks, and I can feel his heart racing against mine as hope and excitement bleed through the bond.

“I need to hear you say it, love. I want to know this is what you want and not just you saying it because it’s what I want,” Kyson tells me warily as he watches my face.

Yet listening all night to how Abbie and Tandi gush over their children while I longed for the child I lost made me only crave being a mother more, made me crave seeing Kyson become a father.

I lost my family twice, and I suddenly long for family more than anything, which means creating one with him. I know he will be a great father because, despite everything in our past, he is a great mate, a great King.

“Yes, my King. I want to try again,” I tell him, and he smiles, his eyes sparkling as he nods. His arm slides underneath my lower back. He sits back on his knees with me on his lap, pulling me on top. His hands grip my ass as he moves me up and down his hard length, our positions changing.

I readjust my legs and lock my arms around his neck.

Kyson nips my collarbone, making me gasp at the sting before tracing his tongue over it, and I grip his hair, tugging his head back to kiss him.

Our bodies move as one like a well-choreographed dance.

Kyson groans into my mouth as I roll my hips against him, one hand squeezing my ass in a bruising grip while the other goes to the center of my chest as he pushes me back slightly, dips his head, and sucks on my nipple.

My skin heats and tingles rush over my body when I feel the pressure in my lower stomach build, and his knot expands, pressing against my opening as it swells.

My heart pounds in my ears when I feel my walls clench as I lift my hips, his cock dragging along my inner walls, sending me over the edge with one hard thrust. I drop my weight, taking his knot as it locks into place.

My hips rock slowly as I ride out the remnants of my orgasm when his hand wraps around my throat, tilting my face down to his as his mouth covers mine.

My entire body spasms and tingles. My breathing is ragged as I try to catch my breath while his seed spills into me, warming my insides as he groans into my mouth.

My movements slow before I still, and Kyson shivers, clutching me closer; his lips pressing against my chest as we both try to catch our breath while his fingers trace up my spine.

My entire body relaxes; I feel boneless as I relax against him.

Kyson lifts his head, his lips going to the side of my mouth before nipping at my lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. I smile, kissing him back.

“I love you more,” I tell him before my back hits the mattress as he leans forward, pressing his weight against me.

“I could argue that you are wrong. And that I love you more,” he laughs. I laugh with him.

“But you won’t because I am right,” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Is that so, my Queen?” he says, rolling onto his back, so I straddle his hips. I smile down at him, my hands in the center of his chest.

“Say it, say I love you more,” I chuckle.

Kyson chuckles, shaking his head. “Not a chance. You won’t win that one, my Queen. I will always love you more,” he says.

“Your Queen, I thought I was more than that?” I muse, pursing my lips.

“Empress, whatever,” Kyson growls. “Same difference,” he laughs.

“No, pretty sure I am of higher rank than you, now,” I chuckle.

“Maybe you should call me Alpha,” I laugh.

“Not a chance. I am the Alpha of this relationship. And you are an Empress, and I am your mate, therefore emperor,” he laughs.

“Hmm, right then,” I tell him, climbing off. He grips my hips, holding me in place.

“Azzy, I am knotted to you,” he hisses.

“Well, Alpha, I guess we are in quite the predicament,” I tell him and his eyes narrow.

“How so?”

“Because you just found yourself stuck in a get-along knot. So who wears the pants now, my King?” I tell him and he laughs. I move, making him stop and grip my hips.

“Azzy!”

“My King, I think I may go get a drink. Are you thirsty?” I tell him, wiggling trying to climb off him.

“Are you trying to rip my dick off?”

“Well, that depends. Who is Alpha?”

“Okay, just stay damn still; I want my junk intact,” he curses.

“Say it then?” I tease, and his eyes sparkle with mischief before he grips my hips and rolls, pinning me beneath him.

“Oh, how easily our roles are reversed, Empress,” he teases as I struggle to shove him off.

“I can always order you off,” I tell him when he jams his fingers in my ribs and tickles me. I squirm away from his torturous fingers.

“What was that? I can’t hear you, my Queen. Who is whose Alpha?” he asks, pressing his weight on me and pinning me in place, yet I can’t catch my breath or hold a straight thought as his fingers tickle and prod every sensitive area.

“Say it, and I will stop,” he says, and I laugh. Tickling really is the worst torture.

“You, you are the Alpha,” I squeal, laughing, and he stops while laughing as I try to catch my breath. Kyson smiles and leans down, pressing his lips to mine softly.

“I love you,” he mumbles. I open my mouth when his fingers dance across my ribs in warning; making me laugh.

“I love you too, my King,” I purr back at him, and I feel him smile against my lips, having won this one.