Heart Of A Lycan King
Chapter 92

AIDEN.

“We should’ve just taken these cars to the garage and have them washed,” I grumbled, scrubbing the hood of the white BMW like my life depended on it. “But what? You wouldn’t listen and now we’re still struggling to wash a single car for the past two hours, Nala.” I sighed.

This was pointless. We could very well be lying in bed under thick blankets and cuddling. Or watching a movie, or doing other cool stuff than washing a car.

“Come on, this is fun!” Nala smiled from inside the car where she was ‘supposedly’ cleaning, with music filtering loudly through the speakers. Tuh! So much for cleaning. “It’s been a while since we did anything fun. Stop being a big baby and let’s get this done,” she peeped from the car, winked at me then ducked back in.

It was Saturday morning, almost 11am, and we’ve been at this since 9am. The mating ceremony is in three days and we’ve both been busy, only catching a break today and instead of using it the right way, we are washing a car. Sighing, I took the hose beside me and sprayed the water on the hood, washing off the foam from the car wash liquid.

It’s been two weeks since the full moon. Two weeks since the barrier has been lifted from the Fiko forest. Two weeks since the parting ritual.

After the ritual, both Nala and I took a few days to adjust to what happened and all we’ve learned about. But slowly, we eased out of what happened, what we’ve learned, especially after talking to Baba.

We’ve also gathered the citizens of the kingdom and narrated the whole story of what really happened. Nala suggested we build the healing center she proposed for abused and rejected victims to go there for healing and self discovery journeys. And that is exactly what is being built now.

“Are you even listening to me?” I heard Nala’s annoyed voice.

I looked up, the hose still in my hand to see her standing beside me with a hose in her hand as well. With each movement, my soccer jersey she wore raised just a bit to expose her thick thighs, shining under the already peeking sun.

“Sorry, I was thinking of …”

“You were thinking of something while I was here! Wow! Just wow, Rabin Rai. Maybe I should start thinking of my date with Mama and the girls too and ignore you,” she pursed her lips.

I smiled, enjoying the sensation it evoked. “Stop being a drama Queen, Nala.”

One of her brows lifted before she squinted her eyes at me. “Did you just call me a drama queen? You know what, just tell me to leave you alone instead of acting this way because…”

“Nala are you on period?” I couldn’t help asking. “Did it start after we woke up this morning?” Because what else would explain her reactions?

Then she laughed. This beautiful woman with untamed black curls bent on her knees and laughed! The movement made my blue jersey she wore rise up again, exposing the cheeks of her butt covered in a white cotton panty.

Sweet Nyala! They look delicious!

“I seem to have scared you with the whole period thing,” she said in between laughter as she straightened up. “I’m fine. And no, my period hasn’t started. I was just trying to punish you for ignoring me, but that isn’t enough!”

With a loud scream, she pointed the hose at me and seconds later, I was already getting drenched from the top. And my choice of clothing wasn’t helping either because I was dressed in a white single and a black, with white polka dotted knickers.

Okay, scratch that, I was already soaking wet by now.

“You did not just do that!” I gritted, before I pointed my hose at her, right on the face first, which made her a bit disoriented before I focused elsewhere.

Soon, we weren’t washing a car anymore, but rather, laughing and chasing each other with hoses of gushing cold water round the courtyard, with no shoes on our feet whatsoever.

Tired of the running, I threw my hose down and wrapped my hands securely around Nala from behind before she could turn. I kissed her wet neck, nipping at it slowly directly where my mark was and smiled.

“See, told you this was fun,” she said in between deep pants. She threw her hose down as well, then placed her hands over mine. “We should go change before we catch a cold,” she murmured, leaning into me even more as she threw her head to the side to give me more opening to suck.

“Mhmn, not so soon,” I whispered, kissing her mark one last time before spinning her to face me. I placed my hands on either side of her h**s to keep her in place. “Hear that?” I asked with a grin.

“What?”

“The new song playing.”

She listened for a moment before she nodded her head. “Yeah. It’s a nice one.”

“We’re going to dance to it,” I replied sheepishly before I began moving. “It is my favorite song while growing up from my favorite movie; George Of The Jungle.”

“I don’t know how to dance,” Nala laughed, hitting my chest playfully.

“That’s fine. Just rub those soft places against mine. That’s all,” I grinned again, kissing her right eye.

Her voice dropped to a dangerous degree as she spoke. “Are you sure you want me to do that?” She blinked, the side of her lips curling up a little.

Oh s**t!

“Well, why wouldn’t I want that? Do it, Nala.” I said a bit gruffly.

And she laughed. The sound music to my ears. “If you say so. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

And, oh man, I should’ve known my woman was a seductress. Because she surely rubbed her soft parts against mine. And how dare she say she can’t dance when she had her back to me and was rotating her waist directly on my crotch?

Way to go, Aiden. And our wet clothes weren’t making things one bit better!

‘Nala 5, Aiden 0,’ Leo cackled, his voice sounding a bit drugged. Well, glad to know the effects weren’t on me alone.

Tired of the games, I spun her around, placed my hand on the small of her back, while she placed hers on my shoulders. Then I took her other hand in mind and clasped them together. Bodies pressed tightly as we started to move.

“This is much better,” I said, swinging us side to side, bodies pressed, with our wet cloth making the friction between us more dangerous. “I can’t remember how many times I’ve watched the movie.” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth the same time the chorus came in. And it was my favorite part.

Unable to resist, I sang along.

‘I sing,’

‘Dela, dela ngyanya dela,’

‘When I’m with you’

‘Dela, sondela mama sondela,’

‘I burn for you!’

To my shock though, Nala sang the next lines that followed the chorus.

‘I’ve been waiting for you all my life,’

‘Hoping for a miracle,’

‘I’ve been waiting day and night,’

‘Day and night’

‘I’ve been waiting for you all my life,’

‘Waiting for redemption,’

‘I’ve been waiting day and night,’

‘I burn for you!’

I’ve never heard Nala sing. Nor have I ever imagined I’d ever hear her sing. Now that I did however, I don’t think there’s anything out there capable of taking away the feeling it stirred. I can’t even explain it.

Surprised, I whispered. “You know the song.”

“Only recently. Never heard it before I knew it was your favorite,” she answered.

Something twisted and turned in my insides, and I could feel the tightness in my heart, the way it picked up its pace and then slowed down. The way my breath came out in pants was a sign. A sign that what she had just stirred in me was too much. This was too damn much!

“You learned to sing the song because it is my favorite?”

“Yup,” and she popped that ‘P’! “I did. I wanted to sing it to you on your birthday in December,” she added, counting with her fingers. “But there’s still two months left since we’re currently in September. So I thought this was the perfect time to play it so I just added it to the playlist.”

Quick question, do men blush? Because if not, f**k the bro code over and over again because I just did. I f*****g blushed and I’m not ashamed of that!

By the time the song ended, I wasn’t thinking straight. All that was running in my mind was a way to make this woman in my arms happy, the same way she just made me.

I tugged her towards the hood of the car, the song in the background was now a slow music. And I have no idea what song it is.

I chuckled when the thought of what I was planning flashed before me, before I lifted Nala and placed her on the hood of the car.

“K**s me,” I said, my eyes glittering with seduction.

Without second thoughts, or wasting any time, Nala raised the hem of her jersey, and opened her legs wide enough for me to step in, which I filled easily, the palms of my hands resting on the outside of her thighs.

She slipped her hands around my neck and pulled me closer, angling her head before our mouths met in a slow torturous k**s. I sucked on her bottom l*p, licked it, and then claimed her mouth with bold strokes of my tongue as my hands swept her body.

I felt her shudder when I palmed her firm behind and gave her a light squeeze. And she m****d. She m****d into our k**s, the sound so drugging that in mere seconds, I felt my inner muscles clench tight.

My k****s were always wild, but they turned even wilder when Nala slipped her hands under my singlet and roamed them across my stomach, where a wolf tattoo once covered. She drew small circles around, pinching my n*s slowly as a hoarse sound left my mouth.

Soon, I was rocking myself against her in small circular motions.

“Touch me,” she said between her own efforts to breathe.

“Anything for my woman,” I whispered, pulling back just a little and breaking our k**s so I could k**s both of her eyes, before my fingers swiftly pushed her panties to the side and I slipped two fingers inside.

“Owww…” a choked sound left her, as she threw her head back, widening her legs even further. She closed her eyes, dropping her head back even more to expose her neck. I trail my lips across her collarbone and up the side of her neck, until I pressed a soft k**s on her jaw. Her scent has gotten stronger, and all I want to do is drown in it.

All the while though, I never stopped with my fingers, swallowing her small m***s in k****s and roaming my other hand all over her body. Finally, I slipped it underneath the jersey and palmed one of her breasts, the soft, round baby spilling in my hand.

Oh, Nyala!

“Was this what you had in mind when you suggested we wash the car?” I g*****d.

“Most certainly,” she whispered softly. “Don’t you like it?” She asked, kissing me quickly.

If I had thought that was too much, then I knew nothing. I watched as she pressed her teeth into her bottom l*p before she slipped her hand between us and stroked me, her grip sure and firm.

I captured her lips in another k**s, this time though, it was slow. Then it was fast and with all the rawness and intensity I could muster. Her pace quickened and same with mine.

And because we know each other, because we’ve studied each other enough to know how things like this work, we both shuddered at the same time, her warmth coating my fingers as I eased my pace, the same way I felt myself spill in my shorts.

Well, that was damn hot.

“How about we finish this in shower, Rabin Rai?” Nala suggested.

I wasted no time in lifting her up and walking back into the house. Because how dare I resist this?

*

“Ouch! Can you pull slowly?” Nala grumbled.

“Sorry,” I laughed, combing through her tangles slowly. “It wasn’t intentional,” I added.

“I know,” she smiled through the mirror and blew me a k**s.

“How do you want it styled?”

“Just make two braids and leave it be. I’ll get it styled for the mating ceremony,” she answered.

We were both wearing matching red tops and black shorts. After our little activity in the bathroom during our shower, which was one of the best quickies we’ve ever had, we stepped out and dressed simply then I offered to help with her hair.

“Are you nervous?” I asked softly.

She lifted her eyes through the mirror and gave me a faint smile. “Is that obvious?” She began to bite her nails.

“I know you enough to know when you are anxious about something, Nala. I know this is the last ceremony that’ll make you the official Queen of Deshtu, and it is totally okay to be scared. But you are stronger than you look, and like you got through everything, you’ll get through this too. With me by your side, cheering you on with every step you take.”

I wrapped my hands around her neck, then bent over to k**s the corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “I love you so much, Rabin Rai. Thank you so much for being a source of motivation to me.”

“I love you more,” the sound of our k**s filled our ears before we broke and both smiled. As I resumed combing her hair before I began to braid it, I asked the one question that had still been bugging me after the ritual.

“What do you think about Donald?”

Her eyes flickered with sadness before she answered. “He’s one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met and can’t understand how he’s impure.”

Ahh, so she has been worried about it too. Not wanting to dampen the atmosphere, I changed the subject.

“Isn’t it great to know that there’s someone out there with Fiko b***d like you?” I smiled.

She lightened up a bit and I was glad I changed the subject.

‘Glad to see you’re taking lessons from the best and learning from them. See how easy it is to woo a woman with my tactics,’ Leo said smugly.

‘What tactics?’ I scoffed. ‘You wish you had a bit of my wooing talents,’ I added.

‘You know I’m better at the game!’ He hissed.

‘Says the one who was scared to face his angry mate. The one who was made to roll on the ground,’ I finished, bursting into laughter.

‘Aiden 10, Leo 0,’ Erin’s voice filtered through. I couldn’t help but laugh harder, while Nala watched me like I had grown two heads. She must be occupied with my question hence why she didn’t sense something going on.

Lately, Erin and I have been bonding a lot. Just like Nala and Leo. We’ve decided to know the wolves more before the ceremony so it is no surprise that Erin overheard our conversations, which means that she and Leo were in their little world before he decided to disturb me.

Leo huffed and turned away, blocking the connection between us.

“Great to see you having fun without me,” Nala rolled her eyes.

I laughed again, before she smiled and spoke.

“I like the idea of knowing there’s someone out there with the b***d. But who? And how do we replace that person? Whoever that person is though, would have the b***d of the dragon witch as well.”

“True,” I answered, as I finished braiding one side. “I asked Baba if he knew anyone from our family that was mated to a dragon witch. He said no, and that it is possible no one knew since the rejection was fast,” I finished

She nodded her head subtly.

“But why did one of the worms go to a dragon witch?”

“The spell cast on them allows them the ability to replace a family with the strong likelihood of being mated to a royal Lycan. The dragon witch was mated to the Lycan, so it felt the connection, even if that wasn’t what the Fikoians wanted.”

“I see. Makes total sense. I’ll do my best to try replaceing who the witch is. Also, if the Luna felt the pull again, does that mean the child, if the witch had any, was mated to a Lycan? If so, maybe I should start from that point. But the thing is, only a few of us are still royal Lycans. Mav, Donald, David, Baba and I.”

“You, Mav, and Donald already found your mates…” she trailed off. “Okay, this is making my head spin. Let’s take this slow and see if we can replace anything.”

“Sounds like a better plan. How about we go prepare lunch and cuddle when I’m done braiding?”

“Yes!”