Chapter Ninety Two

Nola Reynolds

The king’s lips pressed into mine a split second before I realized and snapped my eyes shut, feeling the soft line of his lips press into mine as his tongue darted into my mouth.

”Nola,” The Lycan called softly, and I moaned at the lilt of my name as his deep baritone rumbled in my ear.

I felt the width of his palm lace through my hair gently before he deepened the kiss, pulling me lushly against him so that his shaft pressed heavily into me, the thick girth of his length rubbing against my midriff so that I humped back in return, unable to control the pull of his musk.

“Nola,” Hector growled again, my name a command in his mouth that sent shudders through me as he wrenched my head back, my eyes latching on to his gray orbs for a split second before he dipped his head to kiss the space under my ear.

I felt the cold cotton of the white-colored bedspread graze my back as the Lycan settled me on the high canopy of my princess bed and I looked up at the man hulking over my p