The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 40

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 40**

**Bella**

The weight of my emotions felt like an insurmountable fog, pressing down on me with an unyielding grip. Each time I allowed my mind to wander into the depths of my feelings, a shudder rippled through my body, as if my very essence was protesting against the confusion that enveloped me. Scott was both a source of comfort and a cause of turmoil; I craved his presence yet simultaneously recoiled from it. It was a maddening contradiction, a tangled web of desire and denial that left me feeling utterly lost.

As I lay there, the mattress shifted subtly beneath me as he inched closer. The warmth radiating from his body wrapped around me like a soft, inviting blanket, igniting a flicker of safety deep within my heart as he spooned against my back. “What are you doing?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty and a hint of annoyance.

“You’re shivering,” he replied softly, his tone low and soothing, as if he were attempting to calm a frightened creature.

“That’s because it’s cold,” I retorted, though my instinct to reach for the heat he offered betrayed my words. I longed for the comfort that his warmth provided, even as my mind screamed for distance.

His arms encircled my waist, drawing me closer, as if he had no intention of ever releasing me from his embrace. “Just warmth,” he murmured, his chest solid against my back, a reassuring presence that felt like home. His legs intertwined with mine, and I couldn’t quite fathom why such a simple gesture filled me with an overwhelming sense of security, as if I had been cocooned in a sanctuary.

“Your hands are trembling, Bella. Relax,” he urged, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck, sending delightful shivers cascading down my spine.

My emotions swirled chaotically, and I squeezed my eyes shut, allowing his warmth to envelop me, letting his proximity soothe my frayed nerves. I tilted my head slightly, feeling his warm breath dance across my neck, and I sensed him tense behind me, caught in a battle of his own. Yet, his grip only tightened, grounding me further. His hand splayed across my belly, tracing lazy patterns over my skin that sent electric waves of sensation coursing through me. As his fingers ventured closer to the waistband of my pants, I instinctively leaned back against him, arching slightly, craving more of his touch, more of his heat—more of him.

“You’re trouble,” he whispered against my skin, his voice a tantalizing mix of admiration and warning.

I swallowed hard, a heat pooling low in my stomach, my pride holding back the words I knew he wanted to hear. How had we ended up in this tangled web of desire? Yet, in this moment, it felt achingly natural, as if we were meant to be here, together.

“What do you want?” His lips brushed my ear, soft and maddeningly enticing, igniting a fire within me.

“I-I don’t know…” I stammered, an ache blossoming between my thighs, a longing that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

His other hand slid to the gentle curves of my breasts, while the fingers of his other hand sought the waistband of my pants. “This is purely for the purpose of distracting you,” he said, his sharp teeth grazing my neck in a languid caress that made a moan escape my lips.

His hand found its way to my breast, enveloping it completely, and he groaned softly as he caressed it. A moan I didn’t even know I was capable of slipped from my lips, my breasts growing heavy with need. His hand felt so large, so possessive, as he squeezed, and I was startled by the sound that escaped me.

He rolled my nipples gently between his fingers. “I love these,” he breathed, his voice low and filled with desire. “So much that every day I imagine them in my mouth.”

The combination of his sultry words and the hardness pressing against me drove me wild. I attempted to turn toward him, but he pushed himself against me so forcefully that I found myself unable to move.

“Let me pleasure you, Bella,” he said, his voice thick with longing. “Let me feel you all over again.” With that, his fingers slipped inside the waistband of my pants, and when they brushed against my core, a deep, involuntary groan erupted from my throat. He let out a low snarl as his fingers found the wetness between my thighs, and at that moment, he squeezed my breast hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. The last time I had felt anything like this was five years ago—with him.

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