Bonus Scene #9- King Arlo's Claim (Part 1)

Bonus Scene #9- King Arlo's Claim (Part 1)
Tyson’s POV

Gods… the way he uses his mouth on me is fucking sin. Who would’ve thought that I, a mere wolf, would be mated to somebody like him. And not just any wolf either, but him, King Arlo himself. Ruler of Bravecrest and ruler of all Lycan.

The mark along my neck still pulsing with need. Arlo’s need to mark me evident even while laying upon the bed naked. My clothes torn by his claws.

Reade purring in happiness.

My thoughts soon interrupted by Arlo. “Fuck,” I hiss, when feeling his teeth graze the inside of my leg. A chuckle my only reply.

“Eyes on me Tyson. Always on me.”

His tongue then licking the nip as though trying to sooth a burn and I instantly moan. “Gods, Arlo… so good… more… please… more….” Another chuckle my only reply and Arlo continues.

“I will my Queen. Promise. For now, relax and let me enjoy my beautiful feast. I want to savor each and every sound. Each touch and every curve of this beautiful body designed for me before I fill it in cum.”

A shiver my only reply. A smirk gracing his lips. “Mm… does somebody agree?” questions Arlo who noticed the shiver. As Lycan carried better senses than wolves. It’s one of the reasons they ranked higher than us on the food chain.

Arlo just taking my silence as positive and begins kissing and nipping his way along my inner thigh. My legs soon trying to widen in hopes of him sucking my cock, yet, instead of doing as I’d hoped does he decide to deviate and begin kissing my hip. His lips gentle as he continues to kiss higher in which he kisses my stomach. The one that’s currently flat before pausing.

“Mm, this.. this my Queen is where you’ll carry our pups. My heirs.”

His voice instantly soft. Sweet. But it’s all I hear before he continues to kiss and nip his way further up and along my body. My body soon trying to arch. A whimper quick to rise. “Please… My King… I…”

My eyes instantly pleading. Arlo simply amused once reaching my face. Tryn present as well. “Please what? Say it Tyson. Say and we’ll do it.”

“Please… fuck me… fuck me like you said you would…”

Arlo’s eyes soon flashing. Tryn clearly pleased when hearing the words as both he and Arlo then pull away. Their 6’6 frame now standing before me and begin stripping their clothes. My body soon propped along the bed as I laid there in silence. My eyes soon noticing a large tribal tattoo along his side. The design shaped like a wolf. A wolf that appeared to be howling at what appeared to be moons. Arlo quick to notice my stares.

“See something you like my Queen?”

The question in general an innocent one, yet I’m unable to hide the ever growing blush that rises along my face. Arlo’s body built hard. Sculpted. Even as taunt muscles grace his whole entire body. His body sculpted like marble. Thus, if one had to describe him, I’d call him a God.

Reade practically purring at how we managed to snag us a hot, handsome man such as King Arlo himself, not to mention his 3 royal guards. His Beta, Gamma and Delta. Quin, Owen and Sienna all next to mark me, yet tonight, it was all about Arlo and I, as Arlo needed an heir, a royal heir and who better to give it then his royal fated mate. His Queen. From me.

My throat quick to swallow and I manage to look lower. My eyes quick in spotting his package. All 9 inches of his glorious package. His cock primed and ready to go. His tip glistening with cum that it makes me lick my lips and his eyes instantly darken.

“Does my Queen want a taste before I fuck him?”

“I… Yes…” I whisper. My pulse quickening at the thought of me sucking his cock. My 5’10 frame a bit smaller than his, but damn it to hell if I wasn’t going to do my best at sucking him down.

Arlo just smirking and begins heading back over. His cock so fully ready that it managed to stand up, while a thick, meaty vein sat directly beneath it. Arlo soon close enough that the moment I move myself into a sitting position, are my eyes then greeted by cock.

“Open wide for me then mate. I’m big.”

The tone firm yet gentle. Even as one hand grips his shaft while the other caresses my jaw. My mouth soon opening in which Arlo then feeds me his cock. His tip entering first, and the moment it does, do I instantly moan. His cum absolutely divine. His cum the complete opposite of bitter and salty. Yet, I couldn’t find the right words for how it tasted when reaching my tongue. Arlo still gentle when sliding in further.

“Mm, that’s it my Queen. Nice and slow. Relax your throat and mouth, and remember, breathe through your nose,” reminds Arlo, when caressing my jaw. His hand soon finding my neck in which he holds. My hands soon finding his thighs.

The tip soon reaching my throat and we pause. My mouth barely half on and we already hit the back of my throat. A wave of disappointment my only reply, yet, instead of pulling himself out, does Arlo walk me through the next phase as he’s gliding his cock in further, deeper. The feeling a bit strange and one that causes me to gag and choke and tears begin to rise.

“Easy. Keep your mouth and jaw relaxed. It’ll help control the gagging even if I do love hearing that sweet sound you make when choking around my cock.”

My cheeks suddenly heating. Arlo’s need to control yet praise me for doing such a good job in what I’m doing that my own cock thickens. His nose soon flaring when smelling my scent, and it’s not long before he’s gliding in and out of my mouth steadily. My mouth coating his cock.

A few seconds later, once Arlo was happy and satisfied in how it looked coated in spit does he then pull away. Saliva soon dripping from along my slightly bruised lips. His eyes still upon mine. His voice deep, rough yet commanding.

“Now then, on your back my queen. Spread these pretty legs. Your King’s ready to claim you.”

Shivering, I do exactly as told. My body soon back against the bed and Arlo moves to kneel. My legs wide. My eyes still upon his even as Arlo gently takes his cock and aligns it to my hole. “Now then… this might hurt you Tyson. But I’ll try and be gentle. Because as much as I want to fuck my queen like a savage, I also don’t wish to cause harm to you either.”

“You won’t my King. I trust you. Reade and I both trust you and Tryn not to hurt us. Now please… fuck me. I want you so fucking badly it hurts.”

Growling, Arlo soon takes his hands and grabs my legs. The grip tight, but not overly tight. His cock still pressed firmly along my hole in which he gives me a brief second to prepare, before sliding straight forward. The burn beautiful and one I fully embrace as I continue to take all of him in. All 9 inches of him.

Arlo soon moaning once all the way in. Neither of us moving. Neither of us speaking. Not even when Arlo then leans forward and cages me beneath him. His arms bracketing my head, Our eyes on the other. Even as warm, hot breath fans along my lips.

“Fuck, Tyson. I’ve barely started and your already so fucking tight. So perfect. So mine.”

“Gods… Arlo…” I gasp and moan. “You feel… so absolutely amazing.”

“Good,” chuckles Arlo as he flexes his hips. The friction a wonderful change and one that has me gasping. My whole body tingling with need as I then wrap my legs around his. My voice taunt with delicious need.

“Now my King… fuck me. Fuck me so hard that when you cum, I’m full of your cum and I’m carrying your heir.”