Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan King

“What are you doing?” Layla asked with a hitched breath as Nolan stood right in front of her.

What was he planning to do?

“Something new..” came his response in a dry and raspy voice.

“I have to leave, I have something to do..” she stammered making way to leave but he held her back.

“What are you doing?” Layla asked in horror, his face held an evil smirk which scared the living hell out of her.

“Come here..” he tugged her wrist and the next thing, Nolan was already seated on the couch , Layla on his lap.

“What are you?” She asked horrified, wanting to stand up from his laps but he held her even tighter.

“Don’t even think of moving an inch!” He warned and that seemed to have done the trick as Layla sat still unmoving.

Layla could feel the tension in the air as she sat in Nolan’s lap. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of their breathing. She could feel his gaze on her, burning into her skin, and she had to fight the urge to squirm under his intense scrutiny. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and husky. “So, Layla,” he said. “Tell me about your day.”

“it went well..” she stuttered, why was he suddenly asking how her day went.

Nolan smiled, and the expression sent a shiver down Layla’s spine. He rarely smiled and when he did, it only meant he was up to no good.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, nodding his head. and Layla thought she detected a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Your cheeks are heating up” he deadpanned picking a strand of her hair which he inhaled.

“I… I’m just a little preoccupied, it’s nothing,” she stammered hoping he wouldn’t push the issue. But of course, he did.

“Which shampoo do you use?” He suddenly asked.

Layla stiffened, her body going completely still as his breath tickled her neck.

“I… um… it’s just… the usual brand,” she stammered, trying to keep her voice steady. She could feel his lips curve into a smirk and her heart began to pound in her chest.

He bought the shampoo the used for her hair, then why was he asking her. Unless he had no idea about the things he got for her.

“I see,” he mumbled to himself and his voice was so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her skin.

“It smells lovely.” Layla swallowed hard.

“Thank you,” she managed to say, and she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

What must have gotten into Nolan, she thought. They were arguing just a few minutes before.

Layla couldn’t understand what had changed in such a short time. Just a few minutes ago, he had been accusing her of something she hadn’t done, and now here he was, acting all… flirtatious. It was making her head spin, and she wasn’t sure how to react. But then she felt his hand on her shoulder, and she froze. His touch was gentle, but firm, and she couldn’t help but shiver again.

She inhaled deeply as she traced his fingertips on her shoulders down to her neck.

A wave of goosebumps broke out across her skin as his fingertips lightly traced the contours of her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensations. She could feel her heart racing and her breath coming in short gasps. This wasn’t like her at all. She wasn’t a person who got swept up in emotion but something about this moment was making her feel… different. Was it because they were mates?

Nolan was so intimidating, he was a big temptation to her. One that she needed to stay very far away from.

Layla knew deep within herself that if she wre to start anything with him now, she would never be able to stop.

Layla had always known that Nolan was attractive but she had always kept her distanceas he also asked her to do so.

He was a powerful man and she had always been wary of getting too close to him. But now, with his fingertips tracing over her skin, she found herself wanting to lean into his touch.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. He was looking at her intently, and she felt herself falling into those dark fathomless depths of his icy blue eyes.

Those eyes that she loved a lot, they were so pretty.

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” He asked in a low arousing voice.

Layla felt her stomach tighten as his words hung in the air. She should have said no, she should have pulled away but something inside her wouldn’t let her.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. A slow smile spread across Nolan’s face, and he leaned forward. She closed her eyes, waiting for his lips to touch hers, but instead, she felt his breath on her ear as he whispered. “So impatient”

Layla bit her lips in embarrassment, she just made a fool of herself.

“I should leave..” She made way to stand up but he held her back down.

He kept on tracing his fingertips on her neck in a slow sensual way.

Layla’s body tingled under his touch, her skin prickling with awareness. She had never felt like this before and she didn’t know what to do with the feelings that were swirling inside her.

Her body began to feel hot as it yearn for something, her body yearn for Nolan to be inside of her.

Tucking her hair behind he was about to reach out for her lips when Layla phone chimed in notification.

Before Layla could reach out for her pocket to check what it was, Nolan had already collected her phone as he read the message that popped up on her screen.

She felt his hold on her tightened as his face darkened, anger purely evident in his eyes.

Layla would be about to reach for her phone when he abruptly asked in a cold emotionless voice.

“Who the f*ck where you with?”

….Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

It seems as if Nolan saw something that made him furious and jealous.

Who can guess what it is?

Two more chapters today, if you get the right person.

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