The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter
Chapter 74: Under the Stars

Chapter 74: Under the Stars

WARNING, SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW!

(Not suitable for viewers under the age of 18)

Zane~

Sebastian hoisted Nora and Charlie over his shoulders with an ease that would have been amusing if I weren’t still seething with rage. Their unconscious bodies hung limp as he carried them back into the living room, their heads lolling against his back. With an exaggerated groan, he dumped them onto the plush couch like they were nothing more than sacks of potatoes.

"There," he muttered, dusting his hands off. "That should keep them cozy."

Natalie hummed, folding her arms across her chest as she examined her handiwork. "They’ll be out cold all day," she announced. "And when they wake up tomorrow morning, they won’t remember a thing."

Sebastian arched a brow. "Nothing?"

"Nothing except for the memories I planted," she replied smugly. "As far as they know, they arrived at Zane’s estate, had a pleasant evening, and went to sleep like good little guests." Her smirk turned razor-sharp. "Of course, they’ll still feel the pain."

Sebastian whistled low. "You’re wicked."

Natalie only shrugged, turning to me. "You still look angry," she murmured.

I was. The sight of Nora and Charlie lying there, unscathed but still tainted with the scent of silver and treachery, made my blood boil. My hands clenched into fists.

Sebastian, oblivious to my shifting emotions, stretched out on the chair across from us. "So," he started, "what’s the plan when Tweedledee and Tweedledum wake up? I say we—"

"Zane."

Natalie’s voice was soft but commanding, pulling me from my thoughts like a tether.

I turned back to her, she was watching me now with an expression I couldn’t quite read. The fire in her gaze was different now—less about control, more about something else entirely. Something more dangerous.

I barely had time to react before she closed the space between us, moving with deliberate, unhurried steps.

The moment she touched me—her fingers grazing my cheek, her palm settling against my jaw—I forgot how to breathe.

"You’re trembling," she whispered.

I hadn’t noticed.

Her lips curled, her thumb brushing over my lower lip in a slow, torturous stroke. "Let me calm you down."

A soft exhale escaped me as I leaned into her touch, my body reacting instinctively. The rage, the tension—it all dulled to a quiet hum.

She tugged me closer, her breath warm against my ear. "You’re breathtaking when you’re angry, you know," she murmured, her voice teasing. "It’s kind of hot."

I let out a low chuckle, my fingers ghosting over her waist. "Oh? You like me like this?"

Her grin was wicked. "I like you every way."

Red rumbled with pleasure.

Natalie trailed her fingers down my chest, featherlight but deliberate. "You did what you had to do," she murmured. "Now come back to me. Let me make you forget."

I lifted my hand, threading my fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to mine. "You’re incredible, you know that?"

She smirked. "I know."

And then I kissed her.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow, deep, filled with everything I couldn’t say.

She melted against me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing into mine like she belonged there.

Sebastian groaned in mock disgust. "Get a room, you two."

Natalie pulled back just enough to flash him a smug smile. "Jealous?"

Sebastian snorted. "Not in a million years."

I smirked, my fingers still tangled in her hair. "Good."

Because I wasn’t letting her go.

Natalie’s eyes gleamed mischievously as she pressed her body closer, her lips barely brushing mine as she whispered, "Too much distraction."

And then, in the blink of an eye, the world vanished.

A rush of wind, a flicker of golden light, and suddenly—

We weren’t in the living room anymore.

I gasped, my eyes widening as I took in our new surroundings.

The air shimmered with silver and gold, the sky a vast stretch of endless stars that pulsed like heartbeats. We stood in a celestial meadow, the grass soft as silk beneath my feet, glowing faintly in shades of blue and violet. In the distance, a waterfall fell from the heavens, its water luminous like liquid moonlight.

Magic crackled in the air, seeping into my skin, wrapping around me in a way that felt both foreign and familiar.

It had just been morning a few seconds ago back home, so, "What is this place?" I breathed in awe.

Natalie’s fingers trailed down my arm. "A gift from my mother. It has always been our secret hideout. You and I. A place where no one can interrupt us," she murmured.

I turned my gaze from our surrounding to her, finding her bathed in the celestial glow. Her hair shimmered like spun fire, her eyes silver, reflecting the cosmos itself. She was radiant—untouchable and yet standing right in front of me, within reach.

She reached up, placing her palm over my heart. "I love you, Zane," she said, her voice steady. "I’ve always known it. But tonight, I need you to hear me say it again."

I inhaled sharply, my heart slamming against my ribs.

The words echoed through me, breaking past every wall I’d built over the years, shattering every vow I’d made to never love again after Emma.

I cupped her face, searching her eyes. "Say it again."

She smiled. "I love you."

And just like that, I was lost.

I crashed my lips against hers, pouring everything into the kiss—every ounce of longing, every unspoken word, every fear, every hope.

She responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in my hair, her body pressing into mine like we could melt into each other.

The celestial energy around us surged, the stars pulsing in time with our heartbeats. In this time, it was now clear why Natalie was called the celestial princess.

When I kissed her, I felt the universe tremble.

When she moaned, the wind itself whispered our names. It all felt so unreal.

I lifted her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward the glowing field. The scent of jasmine and moonlight filled the air, blending with the intoxicating warmth of her skin.

She was a vision in her beautiful yellow dress, the same dress she wore for our date which happened yesterday but somehow felt like months ago. The soft fabric clung to her in the most tempting way.

"Natalie," I murmured, my lips trailing down her neck, worshipping every inch of her. "Mine."

She shivered. "I’m yours. I’ve always been yours," she breathed. "Make me yours again, Zane. I want you."

I laid her down amidst the soft, silk-like grass, the glow of the moon illuminated her skin like she was made of light itself. She stared up at me, her blue eyes which were now silver, were dark with desire, lips parted in anticipation.

My hands roamed down the delicate fabric of her dress, my fingers curling around the straps. Slowly, deliberately, I slid them off her shoulders, pressing a kiss to each newly exposed inch of her beautiful skin, her shoulders, her back, her chest.

Her breath hitched as I peeled the dress away, letting it slip from her body, pooling around her like golden silk before I tossed it aside.

She was breathtaking—wearing nothing but a sheer lace bra and matching panties, the delicate white fabric standing in contrast against her flushed skin. Her hard pink nipples peeked through the lace fabric, teasing, tempting and inviting.

"You’re beautiful," I murmured, brushing my lips against her soft ones.

Her hands found the hem of my shirt, tugging impatiently. I let her lift the fabric over my head before she ran her slender long fingers down my chest, each fingertips grazing my heated skin. My jeans were next—thankfully because my cock was pressing so hard against the jeans like it was begging to breath. Her fingers flicked open the button, dragging the zipper down as I kicked them off, leaving me in nothing but my checkers boxers.

We took a moment to admire each other, the weight of what was about to happen settling into our bones.

And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, I pulled her into my chest and our lips met again, hungrier this time.

Natalie’s fingers curled into the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down in one smooth motion, her hands glided over my ass as she squeezed the cheeks hard, making me moan into her mouth, then her hands ran over my back in a way that made my breath stutter. My own fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs, relishing the way she gasped at the sensation of the cool breeze hitting her bare ass. Then I undid the straps of her bra, taking it off and letting her small soft breast bounce as they came free. Damn they were breathtaking.

I leaned in, capturing a hard nipple between my lips, sucking deeply before moving to the other, savoring the way they tasted and felt. It was far better than I ever imagined. Natalie’s moans spilled out, raw and unrestrained, as my hands explored her body, kneading her curves, gripping her ass until she was lost in the pleasure, unable to hold back.

Every barrier between us was gone.

There was nothing left to separate us.

We were doing this, and we were doing it with all our hearts.

Letting go of her breast, I slowly pushed Natalie down on the grass and then I hovered over her, our bodies pressed together, every inch of her warmth molded into mine as my erect cock acted as the only barrier between our bodies.

My heart thundered against my ribs. The reality of this moment settled deep in my bones—she was mine. Not just in body, but in soul.

I brushed a strand of fiery hair from her face, trailing my fingers down her flushed cheeks. "Natalie," I murmured, my voice low and rough. "Tell me the truth—have you ever... been with anyone? Darius?"

Her brows lifted slightly, her gaze steady. "In this life?" she whispered, reaching up to trace her fingers along my jaw. "No one has ever touched me, Zane. No one. Especially Darius."

A primal growl rumbled from deep within my chest. Red stirred in my mind, wild and possessive. "She’s ours."

I cupped her face between my hands, my thumb brushing over her lips. "Then I’ll be gentle."

Her smile widened, teasing, as she arched her body up into mine, her bare pussy rubbing against my cock. "I don’t want gentle," she breathed. "I want you. All of you. Every inch. Don’t hold back."

A sharp inhale left me. Her words were a match to the fire already burning inside me.

"Natalie," I warned, my fingers digging into her hips. "If I don’t hold back, I—"

She silenced me with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips again, pressing her warmth against me in a way that made my vision blur. "Please, I want it all, Zane," she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. "I want to feel you. I want you to ruin me."

A guttural growl ripped from my throat. Red surged forward, pushing me past the edge of restraint.

"Mine," I snarled.

Before she could react, I flipped her onto her stomach. A gasp left her lips—one laced with excitement—before she moaned my name, the sound driving me mad with need. I ran my tongue along the nape of her neck, tasting her, claiming her. Her back arched, her body trembling under my touch.

"Ahh—Zane," she whimpered, her fingers gripping the soft grass beneath us.

My teeth grazed the mark I’d left on her yesterday, and she shuddered violently. I traced my hands along the curves of her body, gripping her hips, pressing her down into the grass.

She squirmed beneath me, desperate for more. "Teasing me now?" she murmured, her voice dripping with mischief.

I chuckled darkly, leaning down so my breath caressed the shell of her ear. "Who’s teasing?"

She whimpered, pushing back against me, her patience unraveling.

"Tell me how bad you want it," I murmured, trailing kisses down her shoulder.

Her breathing hitched. "Really bad, Zane," she admitted breathlessly.

I nipped at her ear, smirking against her skin. "I don’t think you mean it."

She turned her head slightly, just enough for her eyes to meet mine. They blazed with hunger, a challenge dancing in their depths. "I need you, Zane. Now."

That was all it took.

I took her—body and soul—and she met me with the same wild intensity. Flipping her onto her back, I locked my eyes with hers, and without hesitation, I drove my hard length deep into wet entrance, claiming every inch of her pulsing, slick heat.

Ahh, it felt like heaven.

Each thrust ignited something primal between us. She wrapped her arms around me, her nails raking down my back, urging me to go deeper, to give her more. The celestial energy around us surged, pulsing in sync with our bodies, the stars and moon above burning brighter.

She moaned my name, and the sound sent shivers down my spine.

"Zane..." she gasped. "You feel... so good inside."

Hearing her praise me, feeling the way she clung to me, the way she surrendered so completely—it sent me into a frenzy. I wanted to worship every inch of her, to bury myself so deeply in her that she’d never doubt who she belonged to.

Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer. "More," she begged. "Please, don’t stop."

A feral growl ripped from my throat. "I wasn’t planning on it."

We moved in perfect rhythm, lost in each other, thrusting, thrusting and thrusting until we finally unraveled together.

She screamed my name, her body convulsing in pleasure as she creamed around my cock, and I followed, my growls echoing into the night as I shot ropes and ropes of cum into her. Then, with one final thrust, I let instinct take over—my fangs sank into the mark on her neck, my scent seeping into her, binding her to me. She mirrored my claim, her fangs piercing my skin, and the sensation sent her spiraling into another shattering climax—taking me right along with her.

When it was all over, I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Our breaths were ragged, our bodies tangled in a mess of heat and exhaustion.

We lay there beneath the endless sprawl of stars, the night air cool against our skin, the world quiet except for the steady rhythm of our breaths. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t just existing—I was alive. Whole.

But then—

A voice cut through my mind, sharp as a knife, shattering the peace like glass.

"Zane."

Every muscle in my body went rigid. It was a voice I knew too well.

My father.

"We need to talk. Come back to Golden City immediately. There’s a lot you have to explain, young man."

The weight of his words sank into me, heavy and terrifying. My father never invited me to Golden city unless it was urgent. And if he was demanding my presence, it meant trouble. Big trouble.

Beside me, Natalie shifted, sensing the tension coiling through me. She lifted her head, her gaze searching mine. "What is it?"

I exhaled slowly, forcing down the irritation bubbling in my chest. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be good.

"There’s a problem," I muttered, my voice grim. "And apparently... I have something to explain."

More importantly, how the hell did my father get connection to me all the way out here?

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