The Lycan King's Secret Baby (Freya and Jaxon)

Chapter 11

“Kiara loves it here,” I began and he nodded slowly as if he didn’t understand where I was going with the statement. “I don’t know what you did but she loves it and it would be cruel of me to take it away from here. It looks like we are going to be here for a while and I’m not asking for anything for us, I just want to make sure that my daughter is going to be well taken care of.” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Freya, what are you-

“In case you have other kids with your other women, I want to make sure that my daughter will always be taken care of and treated like she should. If you can promise me that then I will not leave.”

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and the next thing I knew, I was pinned against the wall with his body pressing into me. It happened so fast that I didn’t have any time to process it and I was left staring at him with my eyes wide. My mouth had dried up and nothing would come out no matter how hard I tried.

Jaxon had caged me in with his hands on either side of my head and he stared down at me with a look of pure exasperation but there was something else, something more primal, something more animalistic and I couldn’t put a name to it.

“How many times do I have to tell you that there are no other women?” he asked. “Yes, there were before but the moment you left, I sent them all away.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked and he fell silent as if he had never stopped to think about it before.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he was aware that we were mates? What am I saying, of course he was aware. He was the lycan king, there was no way he wouldn’t know that we were mates. Did that mean that he did all of that

for me?

I tried to clamp down on the hope and happiness that was clawing up my chest like’a caged animal. I didn’t want to get my hopes up for no reason and I didn’t want to get my hopes smashed to the ground like cheap glass. I stayed silent and willed my facial expression to neutral as I waited for him to speak.

“I don’t know why I did that,” he admitted and I ignored the way hope deflated in my chest. “They just got on my

nerves and I had no use for them.”

“Whatever,” I muttered and I tried to move but he refused to let me and pinned both my hands above my head.

The action had my back arching towards him and my eyes widened as I took in our position. My first instinct was to check the hallway to make sure no one was coming and no one would see us like that. As much as I hated it, I

could feel myself growing wetter as I took us in. He was holding both my hands with one of his and with every breath we took, our chests brushed against each other.

“What are you doing?” I asked hating how my voice came out hoarser than it should have.

“You never want to finish a conversation,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world but I noticed that his eyes were on my l*ps.

“There is nothing to finish. I said what I wanted to and you answered my question.”

“You are the most infuriating woman I have ever met.”

Before I could respond to him, he pressed his l*ps down on mine. At first, I froze but then I found myself following his lead. His l

*ps were soft against mine and it felt like someone released the entire zoo in my belly. It was like fireworks and a nuclear explosion. I couldn’t help but melt into the kiss despite my brain screaming at me not to.

It was like my body had a mind of its own and even my head that was screaming at me was in a tug of war. A part of me wanted to lean into the kiss and forget everything but another part was scared that what happened four years ago would repeat itself.

Jaxon kissed like a man starved. He kissed like I was his last drink of water on a hot day and like if he let me go, I would disappear forever. I felt cherished and wanted through that kiss and I hated it. I hated it because I knew it was my head coming up with thoughts to justify how I felt about him inside.

When his tongue slipped into mine, I let out a small moan. He swallowed up that sound and it was like he was determined to wring as many of them out of me as he could. His free hand moved to my waist and he pulled me- flush against him. I let out a small gasp and he pulled back to lay his forehead against mine.

His l*ps were red and swollen and I knew mine were like that too. His breath was coming out in pants and I closed my eyes to savor the next few seconds because I knew I was going to ruin it as

soon as possible.

He leaned down to kiss me again and I pulled back, I saw something flash across his face but it was too quick for me to decipher. I took a step back but it was fruitless because I was already pinned against the wall but Jaxon didn’t miss the action and he took a step back.

Once I wasn’t crowded by his scent and I felt like I could think, I cleared my throat and ran my hand through my hair. My wrists were sore from where he held them and somehow, it felt more erotic. I knew that staying there with him was tricky because I would most likely end up kissing him again so I took a step back.

“I should go.” Ibogan and he reached out to me as if to ask me to stay but I practically ran from the hallway leaving him staring at me in silence.

I didn’t stop moving until I was safely behind the doors of my room. I leaned against the wall and let out a deep sigh. My hands unwillingly went to my l*ps wondering what the hell had just happened. My l*ps were still tingling and my body was alive with want and need. It may have been a long time but I still remembered how good Jaxon felt and I wanted to experience it again.

I tried to remind myself all those things he said but it was like the more I was trying to discourage myself, the more my body wanted him. I tried and tried my best to convince myself that he was bad news but it didn’t stop the pool of wetness that had gathered between my thighs and it did nothing to calm the ache between my legs.

I let out a loud groan then I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it was and I knew all the reasons I shouldn’t have opened it but I found myself walking over there and opening the door for Jaxon. He

stood there in all his glory, leaning against the wall and when he saw me, he instantly straightened.

“Let me make you feel good,” he said and I scrunched my brows in confusion. “I know you ache, I can f*cking smell you. Let me take it away, please.”

Hearing that guttural plea from him had my insides turning like I was on a roller coaster. My mouth fell open and closed repeatedly. I couldn’t form any words from my throat, it was like he had friend my entire brain with that request.

I knew all the reasons I shouldn’t but I also knew all the reasons I should. He was my mate after all and there was nothing wrong with having my mate take care of me. I didn’t know what was going to happen after and what it would say for us but in that moment, all I could think about was the unbearable ache between my thighs.

Jaxon stepped closer to me and cupped my ch*eks with one hand. He leaned down so his l8ps were brushing mine but he made no move to kiss me. In fact, it was like he just wanted me close to him.

“I won’t have sex with you if you don’t want to,” he began. “But please, I am dying here. Just let me take care of you.”

It felt good to know that I had the lycan king here begging me to allow him touch me. It gave me a rush of that went straight to my head and it felt purely erotic. His hand was still caressing my cheeksoftly when I nodded.

“Touch me,” I said and he let out a deep sigh.

“Thank f*ck.”