A Luna for the Lycan King novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

The water splashed and rippled around us as our bodies joined, creating tiny waves that lapped against the stone bath. Darren emitted a low, satisfied growl that vibrated from his chest into mine, primal and unrestrained. His grip on my waist tightened, fingers pressing into my flesh with barely controlled desire.

“You’re my queen,” he murmured, the words half–statement, half–answered prayer.

I rolled my hips in answer, establishing a rhythm. “And you’re my king. Don’t ever forget that.” My voice caught as pleasure built within me.

“Never. These memories will be what keep me alive.” He growled, gripping my hips, guiding my movements.

The slide of wet skin against skin, the gentle resistance of the water around us, the building tension between us, created the song of our lovemaking.

Darren’s hands moved to cup my face, bringing my mouth to his in a kiss that spoke more eloquently than words. His lips were demanding, almost bruising in their intensity, as if he could imprint himself on me, leave some indelible mark that distance and time couldn’t erase.

I matched his passion, my fingers winding into his wet black hair, anchoring myself to him as our bodies moved together in the gradually cooling water. The candlelight flickered across his

features, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the determined set of his jaw, the hunger in his eyes.

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“I’ll come back to you,” he promised against my lips, the words punctuated by the rhythm of our bodies. “No matter what I have to do, I’ll come back.”

I wanted to believe him. Needed to believe him. But I was afraid that the war would steal him from me. I couldn’t voice my fears, not now, not when he needed my strength and support. Instead, I showed him my trust with my body, moving against him with increasing urgency.

The water splashed over the edge of the bath as our pace quickened, neither of us caring about the mess we were creating. My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling the coiled power beneath my fingertips, the strength that would soon be turned against our enemies.

“Look at me,” Darren commanded softly, and I did, meeting his gaze as pleasure built between us. “Remember this. Remember us.”

I nodded, unable to speak as sensation overwhelmed thought. His hands shifted back to my hips, guiding my movements as I rose and fell above him, the water creating a resistance that heightened every sensation. My skin felt too tight, too sensitive, as if I might shatter under his touch.

His eyes never left mine, even as his breath came faster, even as his control began to fray. I saw the moment when the last of his restraint broke–a flash of something wild and untamed in those green depths, a reminder of the beast that lived beneath his skin, the lycan that recognized its mate.

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My own release caught me by surprise, sweeping through me with the force of a summer storm. I cried out his name, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure radiated outward from where we were joined. Darren followed moments later, his fingers digging into my hips as he growled my name like a prayer, like salvation.

We remained locked together as our breathing slowed,

foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, savoring the last echoes of connection. The water lapped gently around us, considerably diminished from our vigorous activity. I could feel his heartbeat gradually steady beneath my palm.

“I should refill the bath,” he murmured eventually, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on my lower back. “The water’s getting cold.”

I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break this moment of perfect union. He slowly shifted our bodies, turning on the faucet. As I settled beside him in the warming water, his arm immediately wrapped around me, drawing me against his side. The gesture was protective, possessive, and I welcomed it.

“Dare, promise me that no matter what, you will focus on surviving. Your biggest mission is making sure you come home

to me.”

A hint of his familiar smirk touched his lips. “Is that an order from my queen?”

“It is,” I replied, matching his tone. “And you’d better obey it.”

His expression softened, growing serious once more. “Some

orders are easier to follow than others.” He lifted our joined hands, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Coming home to you? That’s the easiest command I’ll ever receive. I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

I leaned into him, letting the water cradle us both as we pretended, just for a moment, that we had all the time in the world.

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Water sloshed over the edge of the bath as we shifted positions, my back once again pressed against the smooth stone edge. Darren loomed over me, his body half–submerged, water streaming down the defined muscles of his chest like liquid silver in the candlelight. His eyes had darkened to the color of moss in shadow, focused entirely on me with an intensity that sent a fresh wave of heat through my core, hotter than the warming bathwater that surrounded us.

“We’re not done,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress that skimmed over my sensitive skin.

“I didn’t think we were,” I replied, reaching up to trace the sharp line of his jaw with my fingertips.

He caught my hand, turning it to press a kiss against my palm, then the sensitive inside of my wrist where my pulse jumped beneath his lips. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the barely restrained hunger in his eyes, creating a delicious tension between us.

His lips continued their journey up my arm, leaving a trail of heat that contrasted with the cooling water. When he reached the curve of my shoulder, he paused, his breath warm against

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orders are easier to follow than others.” He lifted our joined hands, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Coming home to you? That’s the easiest command I’ll ever receive. I’ll come back to you. I promise.”

I leaned into him, letting the water cradle us both as we pretended, just for a moment, that we had all the time in the world.

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Water sloshed over the edge of the bath as we shifted positions, my back once again pressed against the smooth stone edge. Darren loomed over me, his body half–submerged, water streaming down the defined muscles of his chest like liquid silver in the candlelight. His eyes had darkened to the color of moss in shadow, focused entirely on me with an intensity that sent a fresh wave of heat through my core, hotter than the warming bathwater that surrounded us.

“We’re not done,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress that skimmed over my sensitive skin.

“I didn’t think we were,” I replied, reaching up to trace the sharp line of his jaw with my fingertips.

He caught my hand, turning it to press a kiss against my palm, then the sensitive inside of my wrist where my pulse jumped beneath his lips. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted with the barely restrained hunger in his eyes, creating a delicious tension between us.

His lips continued their journey up my arm, leaving a trail of heat that contrasted with the cooling water. When he reached the curve of my shoulder, he paused, his breath warm against my damp skin.

5/7 “I want to memorize you,” he said, his words muffled against my collarbone. “Every inch. Every sound. Every taste.”

He ravaged me again hungrily, trying to give us both wonderful memories to keep us going while we were separated. We remained locked together, breathing heavily, as the aftershocks of pleasure gradually subsided.

After long moments, Darren shifted slightly, easing his weight off me but maintaining our connection. His finger traced an idle pattern on my shoulder, following a droplet of water as it made its way down my skin.

“We should move to more comfortable surroundings.” I noticed how he glanced at my stomach, and my heart smiled with his concern for me. With careful movements for my pregnant state, Darren stood and lifted me from the water in one fluid motion. I gasped at the sudden chill as the air hit my wet skin, instinctively curling closer to his warmth.

He reached for the thick towels that had been left warming near the brazier, wrapping one around me before quickly drying himself. His movements were efficient but unhurried, his eyes rarely leaving mine as if afraid I might disappear if he looked away too long.

“Come,” he said, offering his hand once we were both somewhat dry. “Let’s go to bed.” I placed my palm against his, our fingers intertwining with familiar ease as we walked to our bed.

Darren pulled back the covers and helped me settle onto the mattress before joining me, his body immediately curving around mine from behind, one arm wrapping protectively over