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The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (by Misha K) novel Chapter 6

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

**Chapter 6**

**Bella**

I had 55 vouchers to my name, but in that moment, they felt utterly insignificant.

He lowered himself, his mouth a sinful weapon of pleasure that consumed me whole. An electric jolt of ecstasy shot through me, and I found myself clutching the sheets, my body thrashing as waves of bliss crashed over me.

When he finally pushed his rock-hard cock deep inside me, I was overwhelmed by an unexpected sense of being cherished rather than used. Each thrust was urgent, filled with a desperate need that ignited something primal within me. It was a delicious connection, one I struggled to articulate. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle, perfectly aligned in our shared desire.

But then, in an instant, he stilled. I could feel the head of his cock swelling inside me, as if it were a knot meant to keep me tethered to him. A sharp pang of pain surged through me, and panic gripped my heart. “What is happening?” I gasped, my voice trembling.

“Nothing much, baby,” he replied, his voice strained and low, as though he were wrestling with something deep inside himself. “Just bear with me for a moment.”

But his cock swelled further, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that erupted from my lips. In that moment, he let out a deep growl, his body jerking as he released himself inside me, filling me with his warmth. He continued to thrust, each movement deliberate until he had spent every last drop within me.

Once he was spent, he collapsed against me, showering me with kisses, murmuring words of gratitude and comfort. As he finally slipped out, he wrapped his arms around me, as if I were a precious treasure he feared losing. The late-night hour wrapped around us like a soft blanket, and I felt an unexpected peace wash over me, my head growing lighter with every passing moment.

He pulled me closer, tucking me under his chin, his arm encircling my waist as if he never wanted to let go. He pressed a gentle kiss to my temple, thanking me once more before drifting off to sleep. I followed suit, my eyes fluttering shut as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. My body relaxed in a way I hadn’t anticipated, and soon we were both lost in the depths of slumber.

That night was a whirlwind of passion. He took me again and again, exploring my body with a reverence I had never known, coaxing me into deeper pleasures. It was as if he were caught in an unending cycle of desire, and I was more than willing to join him.

When I awoke just before dawn, my body ached in the most delightful way, filled with the remnants of his essence. The room was cloaked in darkness, and he remained asleep, warm and heavy beside me, his arm still securely around my waist. I hesitated for a moment, gazing down at him, knowing this would be the last time I would see him like this.

With great care, I lifted his arm and slipped out from beneath it. I stood there for a heartbeat longer, watching him sleep, cherishing the memory of our night together.

I quietly dressed, gathering my belongings with a sense of finality. As I picked up my bag, I made a silent vow to myself—I would not look back. It was better this way. We were two strangers who had shared a fleeting moment, and that was all it needed to be.

Upon checking my phone, I was bombarded by twenty missed calls from my father, along with a few from Craig. My heart sank as I approached home, the front door ajar. The sounds of raised voices echoed from the living room, growing louder as I stepped inside.

There stood my father, a storm of fury, flanked by Lucy, Luke, Mark, and Craig. Craig’s eyes were red, as if he had been rehearsing his sorrow in front of a mirror. My heart raced, a mix of anger and dread coursing through me.

“Where were you last night, and what did you do?” Daddy bellowed, his voice slicing through the tension in the room.

I recoiled, taken aback. “Didn’t you receive my video?” I asked, confusion lacing my tone.

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