Page 60 of Lycan Prince's Secret Baby

“Children?” he parroted, arching a brow, surprise flickering across his features.

“The full moon is known for its potency,Ilak,” I whispered, an air of invitation in my coy smile.

His lips found mine once more, a promise hanging in the air between us. My hands glided over his shirt, urgently stripping it away to caress every taut muscle as if I wanted to soak in his strength. Tenderly, I traced the scar on his right flank—a reminder of our challengeandour victory. I kissed the three thick silver slashes running across his tanned skin, coaxing him to lay back on the rug. As my lips traveled down his bare chestand over the hard plane of his stomach, I could taste the sweat mingled with his pine scent, tracing the treasure trail that led to his belt buckle.

Already, I felt his hardness pressing against his pants. Running my hand over his length, I loved his deep intake of breath and the way his body reacted to my touch. I soon liberated him from his jeans, teasing him through his boxers. He bucked against me as if desperate for my touch, and anticipation surged through me.

When Kyle’s boxers fell away, his erection sprang free, and I licked my lips eagerly. A heady groan of desire escaped him as he gazed down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his dilated pupils urging me onward.

I leaned forward, taking him in eagerly, savoring the taste of him. My tongue danced over his shaft, curling and caressing, coaxing more of those delicious groans from him.

“Leah,” he rasped, the sound urging me to continue until he hit the back of my throat, and a rumble of pleasure reverberated through him.

Part of me wanted to keep working him with my mouth, but as I looked up and saw him biting his lip, I knew if I wanted him in me tonight, I needed to stop. With one final lick, I withdrew, lying back on the rug by the fire.

Kyle lifted himself over me, his hands moving with intent. Stripping me of my bra, he kneaded and kissed my nipples until I moaned. In a moment, he’d removed my jeans and knickers. His skilled mouth came between my thighs, and I trembled and moaned as his tongue sank between my folds. His fingers delvedinto me, stroking my clit, and a whimper escaped me. The ache to be full of him was all I felt.

“Kyle,” I moaned. “Please, I need you,” I begged.

He moved above me, his body poised to fill me, but just before he did, I said, “Mark me.”

Kyle’s desire-filled gaze flared with a primal light, his focus sharpening. Anticipation pulsed through me as I watched Kyle’s mouth become fuller, his fangs shifting in an instant. He dipped his mouth to my neck, and as his canines sank gently into the soft flesh of my throat, I gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain flooding my senses. As the warmth of his bite enveloped me, my senses exploded in a riot of euphoria. My wolf surged to the surface, howling with delight and fierce possessiveness, echoing the primal need to be tethered to my mate. She reveled in the mark that was a symbol of our bond.

I loved that he didn’t tease me but instead knew my deep need forallof him. Parting my thighs, he thrust into me. I cried out as the pain disappeared completely, and a pleasure I’d never known rocked my entire body as he sheathed himself inside me. His fangs gently withdrew, leaving behind a throbbing warmth as he licked the wound with sensual tenderness, sparking more whimpers from me.

The firelight danced over his tanned skin, and I felt like something divine as I drank in his tensed muscles rippling over me. Kyle teased the soft skin of my clit, caressing and filling me as we moved.

“Kyle,” I gasped, losing myself in the overwhelming pleasure of our connection, the warmth of his presence, and the intimacy of being marked by my mate. I could feel him—every ounce of him—his spirit and his strength mingling with mine as he moved within me, thrusting deeper.

With every single movement, our connection deepened, amplifying the fierce love we shared. Each motion pulled at my heart, and I could tell he felt it, too. We were one in every way now. The world faded around us, our minds cleared, and all that mattered was this—us, enveloped in love and light, in the glow of the fire and the exquisite potency of the full moon above.

As he drove into me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper as if I were pulling him into every facet of my being. I felt more alive than ever, every touch a promise, every thrust a vow.

“Yes, Kyle,” I cried out as we found our release at the same time. Breathing in the warmth of our shared breath and the scent of desire, I knew in my heart that we had just begun anew—as fated mates, bound together forever and ready to face everything that lay ahead.

A couple of weeks later, beneath the stars, we celebrated our grand mating ceremony—a culmination of everything Kyle and I had endured together.

Lyvia arrived to join our celebration. With her vibrant spirit and wise heart, she helped bathe my hair and plait floral wreaths into it before the ceremony, magic and love braided into each of her tender ministrations. All my Blood Moon packmates, Mary, Lucy, and Phoebe, got ready with us, too, happy to stand as my bridesmaids alongside me on my big day. They took turns looking after Lina, doting on her, and making her part of our celebrations.

As I walked down the aisle, flanked by the vibrant hues of our united packs, Kyle awaited me at the altar, an embodiment of all my dreams come true. The magnetic pull of his emerald eyes was as potent today as the first time we’d met. But the strain of conflict, tautening his chiseled jaw and shoulders, was gone. He stood in his tux, charm and ease vibrating through every line of his tall and muscular figure.

The ceremony unfolded beneath a canopy of sparkling sikin crystals that Lyvia had enchanted to dangle from the trees lining the garden. They glimmered, making up for the absence of the moon. Igaluk’s moon was new today, and only the stars bore witness to this sacred night.

As I walked up the aisle, my heart fluttered with both anxiety and joy. I leaned on Roman’s steady arm, his warmth anchoring me among the swirling emotions. Memories rushed through me—how Kyle had once gripped my wrist on a dark night like this, pulling me back through the Blood Moon quarters. Far from the past hurting, I felt the shadows of my memories fuse into something beautiful, illuminating this moment. Kyle stood waiting for me at the altar—strong, steady, and resolute. The sikin crystals cast dappled light on his face, and I saw the way his eyes shone with tenderness, reflecting an unwavering love. Beneath this dark moon, I knew he would always be there to guide me through any shadows that might obscure our way.

When we reached the altar, Roman leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead, making my eyes sting with tears, full of love for myanuk. Excitement danced through me as he carefully placed my arm in Kyle’s.

Only Alphas, Elders, or witches had the power and right to preside over our sacred rites like marriage. Kyle and I had askedAlexis, the fierce Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack, to oversee and bless our union.

His presence was commanding yet grounded, his short black hair tousled in the evening breeze as he stood tall, radiating strength.

“Friends, family, and packmates,” Alexis began, his deep voice resonating like rolling thunder, “we are gathered here tonight to celebrate and join in the sacred union of Kyle and Leah.” His words wrapped around us, and my heart drummed in anticipation.

Kyle’s gaze was unwavering, shining with tenderness and pride as he prepared to share his declaration of love. “Leah, myIlakand heart,” he began, his voice deep and resonant, each word laced with emotion. “You are strong, beautiful, and resilient.” I smiled as his words brought back to me the moment he’d declared his love for me back at the safehouse.

“You fill every moment with your light and warmth,” he said, “weaving everyday moments into magic. I promise to love and worship you every day for the rest of our lives with my spirit, mind, and body.” His eyes bore into mine, softening the world around us and anchoring me to this moment.

With tearful eyes, I cleared my throat, knowing my voice would be raw. A quiet vulnerability wrapped around my heart as I said, “Kyle, every day, you make me see that it’s not weakness to want. In fact, it shows strength to want to change things, to want to alter the world around you, like you do with so much vision and compassion. I promise to love you with the same fierceness and intensity of spirit that you have awakened in me, now and forever,Ilak.” As the last word left my lips, I feared emotionwould get the better of me, but I held his gaze, grounding myself to this wonderful moment.

Our friends smiled and cheered as we sealed our vows with a kiss. As I glanced around our happy gathering, I caught sight of Roman and Mark, standing hand in hand, their bond a palpable testament to the strength of love and how, just as Kyle and I had proved, all challenges could be overcome with its force.

Alexis’s strong voice announced, “By the power vested in me by the moon goddess, Igaluk, I now pronounce you, man and wife. May the Igaluk’s new moon, so known for its potency in fostering new beginnings, bless your union and usher in prosperity and richness to your lives.”

As Kyle and I stepped down the aisle hand in hand, the world around us erupted into applause and joyful howls. I felt the presence of our families and friends, their love encircling us, assuring us that we were never alone.

Hand in hand, we walked into a future rich with promise, knowing our love held the strength to conquer whatever lay ahead and that together, we would cultivate our community and nurture our shared dreams and family. Each step taken was a testament to our resilience, and as we left the altar, hearts full and spirits entwined, I felt ready to embrace the luminous journey that awaited us.