Heart Of A Lycan King
Chapter 19

AIDEN.

The past two days have been miserable.

Miserable in the sense that I’ve been in pain as much as she had been. Mostly, during the day, she’s fine and spends most of her time watching my old football games, coverage about cars, or sleeping .

These past few days, she sleeps a lot in the afternoon for no particular reason and lasts for hours doing that. She was hardly awake every time Lacie came over with food from Mama, or when I left for a quick check on my duties, afraid that she might wake up and attack Lacie. With a heat like hers that I wasn’t sure how or what triggers it, I was afraid of leaving her alone for too long with someone. So I hardly stayed long when I went out.

However, as soon as evening starts setting in, towards nighttime, the story changes.

I get to see a version of Nala I never knew existed. So wild. So strong. So passionate. Eventually, I get lost in the thrill of passion, until I recall that she isn’t sane, and would probably end up hating me if I dared cross the line.

But that had caused me unimaginable pain, and I found myself taking potash water after every few hours. That, and the fact that every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the way her tongue left wet trails down my bare chest the day I took her to the training grounds. I remember the feel of her tongue right above my right n****e, circling and teasing me, that…that on its own is a torture.

My thoughts drifted to the night before, and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to get rid of the image. I recall clearly how Nala sucked at my finger. Like an…expert. Her loud m**n still resonated in my mind while her actions went south making the shorts I wore become much tighter than they already were.

I had thought it was the best idea to have her dressed in a red sleeping gown after a quick cold shower as soon as I began noticing the changes that night; because why not? In my defense the gown did look good on her but it turned out to be a terrible move.

Then, when she straddled me on the bed, I wished I didn’t put her in the gown. And I especially wished I wasn’t in the room.

She peppered small k****s on my face, down my neck as she fumbled to unbutton my pajamas. I stayed still, afraid that if I moved, I’d lose the remaining sanity I held on. But not touching her means pain.

And as I heard her g***n and m**n, rubbing herself against me more and more, and then, the strangled cry came and I quickly wrapped my hands around her. She had her head placed on my chest, her breathing fast and hard. After a few seconds of silence, with her sensually rubbing herself against me, she finally looked up, and her eyes were a combination of deep brown and white? Or what?

“Ina so in lashe ka, (I want to lick you),” she purred in perfect Hausa, making me quirk my brow as her tongue darted out to wet her luscious bottom l*p, my eyes drifted to her l*p and I had to remind myself for a hundredth time that she was not in her right senses. She licked my chest the day we went out too. Does she have an obsession with licking?

She repeated her plea in Hausa, rocking against me. I knew it was anatomically impossible, but at that, my heart seemed quite literally to turn over. Everything inside me swelled with emotion and filled me to overflowing.

“It’s only a taste,” she added, her voice hoarse and low, as though it wasn’t hers. Maybe her wolf?

Soon, her fingers were back fumbling with the buttons of my pajamas, and I quickly held them in mine.

“Nala, listen to me…”

“K**s me,” she cut me off, her eyes flashing with something urgent.

I held her at arm’s length, refusing any contact between us as I struggled to contain myself and Leo. But soon, my eyes trailed down and I realized, painfully so, that my hands were around her, and I’d graze the outer curve of her breast if I moved a lot. The realization shot a surge of heat in my groin and cast a death blow of caution out through the window.

Blithely unaware of her effects on me, she glanced up from beneath long, silky eyelashes. “Are you going to k**s me?”

I g*****d, then pulled her and closed the gap between us. Before I could wait for the rational part of my brain to stop me, I kissed her. She instantly had her short nails scraping against my scalp sending Leo and I wild. I pulled her closer, but felt as though it wasn’t enough, so I flipped us, and she was the one lying on the bed with me on top. The movement caused her gown to hitch up, exposing her thighs that surprisingly had no scars.

It was frightening. So frightening how good this felt. How easy it would be to never stop. To let time stretch into nothingness. To forget about everything else and simply stay at this moment.

I savored the k**s. The texture of it. The scent of her overwhelmed me. The closeness. The slight hitch in her breath. The odd pauses, and the way our lips worked at trying to replace a perfect angle, which didn’t happen, because we were both desperate. And I almost, almost nearly let go.

I yanked my lips away from hers, and the strangled cry returned as she pushed into me, her arms wrapped securely around my neck.

“I…I…” she hissed, shutting her eyes tightly and letting out a whimper.

“Shh,” I placed my finger on her l*p, our bodies, although still fully clothed, pressed against each other as we both sweat. However, Nala thought it was something entirely different and assumed it was okay to suck on my finger.

Wrong. Very very wrong. As a beast, or close to being one, I had no power to hold back like I wanted to. So I did the only sane thing I could, I bent down, stopping in front of her pebbled n****e which strained against the silkiness of her silk gown. I closed my eyes, calling on every ounce of self control I had before I lightly licked on it without moving the gown away. That erupted a m**n from her, a deep throaty m**n that caused a guttural g***n to escape mine as well.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, pushing herself more into me. I hummed and continued to suck on it, a steady rhythm that led her to trash and m**n against me, which left me with a terrible pain that even a cold shower didn’t manage to help. I had to force myself to pull away, but before I could, I felt her fingers weave into my hair as she held me against her chest. “No stopping,” she pleaded again.

And stopping I didn’t. I had no idea how long I spent doing that, but I knew I had to stop then, else, the story would change to something else. I drew back a bit, taking in the lustful look in her eyes, the way she fitted perfectly under me. One thing I didn’t allow myself the luxury of, was touching her. No, I won’t touch her without her knowing.

She was breathing fast and hard, the same way I was. I stared down at her heaving chest, one part wet from where my tongue had played a game, strained and hard. While the other was dry, but strained as well.

“Are we stopping so I could lick you or are you going to give the same attention to this?” she asked, her voice a quiet seduction as she pointed to the other n****e.

Goddess! Does this woman have no idea how much I am holding back? I thought miserably, as I shut my eyes.

‘She doesn’t. And I’m at the brink of losing it,’ Leo had said, and I had to agree with him.

One thing was for sure though, if I had allowed Nala to lick me like she wanted, I wasn’t sure if she’d have been able to move today. So, instead of allowing her to do that, I bent and took the other n****e in my mouth, still leaving her fully clothed with the dress. This time, I maintained a slow rhythm, one that was torturous on my end. But one that slowly lulled her to sleep. Which was weird.

Long after my cold shower, I still couldn’t sleep, and Leo kept chanting about his full sack. I only managed to get a few hours of sleep in when I went back to bed and held Nala to my chest.

It had been a long, hard night.

Now, as I stared at her, I began to wonder. If Nala’s heat was a natural heat, she’d last for seven days. If it was induced like I suspected, then it was going to be different. So far though, it seems to be the case. Mated wolves go into heat at the end of the month, not at the beginning. It was why I had suspected this to be induced the first time it hit Nala three days ago. In the past two days, she had palpitations on her skin, and her eyes were focused on every movement I made. Today however, ever since we woke up, she had maintained her distance as she always does when she’s sane.

So yeah. Heat induced. But by who? And why?

‘My sack is so full that I wonder how many pups I’d give when I let loose. I do know they’d be more than ten and I wonder if she can handle…’

‘For the love of the Goddess! Can’t you just shut up!’ I hissed, running my fingers through my beard.

‘Don’t shut me up. You weren’t the only one in pain, and I’m certain you know how much I held back despite being the uncontrollable one here!’ he hissed back.

I refused to reply and simply shifted my gaze to where she was sitting again. She was sitting on a single sofa, and had her legs tucked underneath the long satin dark blue skirt she wore and white flowy blouse. Her hair, which I had managed to lousily braid into two thick braids yesterday night after the heat had subsided, now framed her face. With most of the bruises on her face healing as well as the split on her bottom l*p, she looked exceptional. Not that she wasn’t with the bruises. But seeing them always reminds me of what she had to endure.

Her arms were hugging the pillow in anticipation, while the TV had her full attention. Occasionally, she would unknowingly draw the sleeve of her top to cover her wrists. In the past three days I’ve spent with her, two of which were locked in this house, I figured how overly conscious she was with her body.

She moved, shifting to the edge of the sofa and tightening her hands even more around the pillow. The gesture had me thinking of how she had hugged my waist with those hands. How she had run those delicious looking fingers down my chest just yesterday night. How she had held my face so close to hers and fought to k**s me. I remembered it all, and it caused me a terrible twitch in my pants.

‘You have to get rid of those thoughts if you want us to remain sane!’ Leo snapped.

‘I can’t help it…’ I g*****d inwardly. ‘It is hard to remain sane looking at her all innocent now and wondering what happens later. I just hope it ends today. It’s been three days of torture!’

‘Tell me about it, man. Three days of pure torture!’ he grumbled.

A gasp came from Nala, making me snap out of my link just in time to see her tense up. I furrowed my brows, taking in the serious expression plastered on her face. Then quite suddenly, she jumped and screamed.

“YES!” Her arms flared around, and the pillow went flying to the opposite direction. “GOAL!” She punched the air, a wide grin plastered on her face.

I couldn’t help but smile. Her excitement over this game was cute. And too irresistible.

I simply chuckled, afraid that if I said something, I’d break the momentum for her. So I chose to keep quiet and simply stare. However, luck wasn’t on my side as she quickly looked up, as though remembering that I was in the living room.

“Oh!” she gasped a bit, quickly ducking her head as she began biting her nails. “I…I…forgot you were…here,” she stuttered, refusing to look up.

“It is no problem. I don’t mind. You seemed so engrossed in the match that I didn’t want to say anything to distract you,” I replied quickly, disliking the shift in the atmosphere. She always does this when I’m around. Although it was reduced a bit, I don’t like it.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I didn’t mean to scream. I was just carried away and…”

“You are allowed to do whatever it is you want here, Nala. No one is going to question you or…harm you for that,” I struggled to say the last part. “You can scream and shout all you want. This is your house. I am yours and I don’t mind hearing the sound of your voice regardless of how you choose to use it,” I finished, heaving a small sigh. Can’t she just understand?

Frustration was slowly eating at me. I may be trying, and pretending as though everything she does is fine by me. But I’m not perfect, and sometimes, her actions hurt me so much. Plus right now, I think I’m at the brink of losing it with all the pent up frustration I had managed to keep in.

Can’t she understand that I’m nothing like those from her past?

She looked up, and our eyes locked before she quickly casted it down again. She fumbled with the wrists of her blouse and I almost…almost screamed at her to stop it.

“I know you say you don’t mind. But allow me to apologize for…”

“Can you just stop!” I half yelled, shifting to the edge of the sofa and throwing one of the pillows laying beside me. “Just stop, please! Stop with the apologies when you did nothing wrong!” I continued, rage filling every nerve within me. I guess my frustration was slowly catching up to me. Like I said, I’m not perfect, and my emotions do get a better of me sometimes.

Her eyes widened, before she recoiled more into the sofa. I could see the fear in her eyes, sense it. But…

“Nala…”

“Uhm, I think something is burning,” I heard her say, cutting me off from speaking.

“s**t!” I cussed as I shot up from the sofa I was sitting on. I had forgotten that I was making Nala noodles, and I had spent way too much time out of the kitchen for the water not to dry up. I covered my nose with my elbow as soon as I stepped into the kitchen. Smoke was everywhere, and it filled my throat instantly, evoking loud coughs.

I switched off the burner as fast as cold, picked one of the pot holders hanging around and picked up the pot before I quickly dumped it in the sink.

However, only after I had done that had I realized that I didn’t have just the pot in the sink, but the burner as well.

‘What royally fvcked up noodles!’ Leo snickered, causing me to roll my eyes.

“That was…bad.” I heard Nala say from behind me. My eyes watered from the smoke and the toxins in it, so I had to squint my eyes to take a good look at her.

“Go back,” I called, rushing to where she stood by the door. “I have things under control over here,” I finished, finally standing before her.

“I thought you said you could…cook?” she asked quietly.

“Oh, that…” I scratched my head as embarrassment washed over me. “I thought noodles wouldn’t be hard…” I trailed off, watching her expression which remains neutral.

‘Tch! I told you it was a bad idea. What? You wanted to impress her? Hahaha! Look at you, make a joke of yourself, Buddy.’ Leo laughed. That sick laughter of his that always annoys me.

‘Let me be,’ I growled through our link.

‘Why are you angry at me? I wasn’t the one that messed up. If you had only allowed me to handle this, then you wouldn’t have ended up embarrassing yourself. A simple licking of her feet would have done the trick,’ he said smugly.

“It does look like it was a hard task,” she said quietly, stopping me from giving Leo a well deserved response.

“Umm, I guess?” I mumbled, closing the door to the kitchen so the smoke wouldn’t get into the living room before I inclined my head and we both walked back into the living room. “I think I better call Mama and have her send some food over. I also think it is time I get a cook and a cleaner,” I added, slipping my hand into the pockets of the black three quarter shorts I wore and bringing out my phone.

“I can cook…” she started to say and I quickly cut her off.

“No,” my voice was firm and hard. “You won’t be doing anything.”

“But I always did so back at the Malakari pack and…”

“This is NOT THE F*****G PACK HOUSE!” I growled, anger sipping through me as I almost crashed into her with the way I turned. Only after she had flinched and took a step back had I realized my mistake.

“I’m so sorry,” I rushed to say. “I…I… it’s just that I hate it when you talk about the past,” I sighed, massaging my temples. “I hate seeing you this way, and I hate that you are always conscious of your body around me.” A small lump caught in my throat and I struggled to swallow it. “It’s hard to look at you and not feel angry.”

She was quiet, as she fumbled with the sleeve of her blouse, her eyes casted down. After a moment of silence however, she looked up and the look in her eyes caused my stomach to drop.

“Do I make you angry?” she mumbled, her tone quieter than usual. Recently, she tends to speak with a bit more enthusiasm than she normally does, and now, I think I may have ruined that.

‘You i***t!’ Leo growled, pushing over before I was prepared and taking over my consciousness.

I g*****d, pushing to take over but Leo seemed to have blocked the opening. For the first time ever, Leo managed to do this to me.

I watched helplessly as he took a step closer to Nala, while she took one back, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. This continued, with Leo not stopping no matter how hard I tried to take back control. It just doesn’t seem to work. He kept going, at one point, Leo even licked his lips. Well, technically, I did since he hasn’t shifted and is using my body for this.

At last, he backed Nala into the wall directly behind her, then caged her with both arms on either side. Because he was…I was taller than her, I towered above her small frame, while she simply stared up at me. A weird expression on her face.

I couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. Her expression was a mixture of fear, as well as curiosity. And something else I really couldn’t explain.

“Arm…uhm…what…what are you…doing?” she stammered, bringing her nails to her mouth as she began to chew on them. I had already figured out that was one of her traits when she is nervous.

“Hmmn,” Leo hummed, leaning closer as he dropped his head, no, my head the same level as Nala’s, inhaling her scent that almost made him howl in happiness at the nearness between them.

“Your…eyes,” Nala said, pointing at my eyes. “They are glowing…”

‘See? Even the color of my eyes sends her into throes of passion,’ Leo spoke through our bond, then leaned in closer to Nala and sucked in a deep breath.

My head was suddenly foggy, filled with nothing but Nala’s scent.

Then ever so slowly, he brought his thumb…my thumb to her bottom l*p and lightly caressed it before he spoke.

“How can you make me angry when all you do is make my sack full, Kamla?” My voice, which was normally a deep baritone, now had an edge of huskiness in it. A difference between me and Leo speaking.

I facepalmed myself through the daze, as I watched Nala’s expression change to shock and confusion.

‘Kamla? Is that the best you could come up with? What sort of lame name is that?’ I couldn’t help laughing. ‘Kamla? Seriously?’

‘What?’ he hissed. ‘It means perfection and I think it is perfect for her,’ he grumbled. ‘Yours means gift, and mine perfection; simply put; Kamla Nala: A perfect Gift!’ he explained in an annoyed tone.

I had to give it to him. His name for Nala was perfect like he said. And almost too fitting as well. In a way, I feel she’d like his more than mine. However, I won’t admit that to Leo. I would rather swallow a whole cup of washed bitter leaves than admit to Leo that his nickname for Nala was perfect!

‘Kamla’, I let the name roll on my l*p quietly. Why didn’t I think of this earlier?

‘I don’t think that is true, her expression says otherwise,’ I pointed out.

He still had the thumb lightly caressing her bottom l*p, while our breaths became a combination of each other. I could sense Leo slowly losing his sanity, which was bad.

‘Leo, take that thumb away,’ I rush to say. ‘Now!’ I added. But before he could do as I said, Nala reacted.

“I…I…” she tried to say, but it seemed the words wouldn’t come out. However, she carefully placed her hand over mine and dropped my hand from her l*p. “Don’t…don’t do…that,” she murmured with a slightly shaking voice, replacing her forefinger on her l*p instead of my thumb.

Leo sucked in another breath, as though to clear his…my mind from crazy thoughts, and I used that moment to push him back and take over.

‘What did we just do?’ I asked quietly.

However, for the first time in a while, Leo didn’t reply and simply recoiled deep in my head, as though hiding from something. I could feel the shift in his emotion. A type of shift I hadn’t felt since Mav left.

I cleared my throat, ready to speak, to say anything that’d clear the confusion off Nala’s face. But before I could do that, she pushed away from the wall, almost crashing into me since there was little to no space between us before she steadied on her toes.

“Uhmn…I’ll…I’ll go to my room.”

And just like that, I watched her flee.

It seems as though both Leo and I have made a mess of everything. That, and the fact that something was terribly wrong with Leo.