Chapter 11: Queen of Lycans

Hazel had never felt this way in her life before.

"Ah—"

The sound escaped her before she could stop it. Conan’s lips were hot on her skin, alternating between soft bites and sucking, while the hand on her waist tightened.

"Nnnghh," she involuntarily arched her neck, giving him more room to suck on. The act made Conan’s brain short-circuit, and he pulled away from her, trying to calm his Lycan. This was a major disadvantage of being a Scorpio Alpha. With the role came a hyperactive Lycan that thought increased heart rate meant they were in danger.

Even if the increased heart rate came from...other situations.

Hazel’s heart plummeted as Conan’s hand left her waist, leaving a hollow feeling.

"Conan?" She called out softly. "Did I—"

"Fuck," he muttered before turning around again and pressing his lips to hers. The suddenness of it drew a muffled sound from Hazel, who shut her eyes on instinct.

Conan took control of the kiss, using both hands to cradle her face. He sucked on her lower lip, before shifting to her upper, not missing a beat.

Hazel, completely clueless to the entire art of kissing, allowed Conan to lead her, only occasionally letting out soft moans that did nothing to help Conan’s Lycan situation.

He pulled away from her again.

"Hazel, you...." Conan whispered upon breaking the kiss. They were both breathing heavily, and Hazel felt her inner thighs throb. She... liked this sensation.

"I what?" She breathed.

Conan said nothing and instead pulled her into his arms, lifting her up like she weighed nothing. Hazel clung to him, noticing a vein popping up on his neck.

Is he agitated?

Conan placed her on the massive bed, careful so she didn’t hit her head on the wood. Afterwards, he dove for her neck again, this time grazing her ear with his teeth before moistening it with a slow flick of his lip.

"Haaaaah," Hazel whimpered, threading his soft and silky hair between her fingers. Conan immediately made to undress her, one hand artfully undoing the knot of her robe in one fluid motion.

"I—" She gasped as his teeth grazed her pulse point. "Conan—"

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he murmured against her skin. "Tell me, and I will."

"I don’t want you to stop."

The words had barely left her mouth before his lips found hers again.

His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she gasped, giving him entry.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking down. Her robe, despite having undone knots, was still covering her body.

Hazel stared at Conan, who stared back. "Can I?" He asked.

She swallowed, her heart beating against her chest.

Right, he would have to see her naked...

She swallowed, tearing her gaze away. "I.... could I.... stand up, perhaps? I’ll strip while standing."

Conan hiccuped, internally calming his Lycan.

Down boy, she doesn’t mean that type of strip.

He nodded, lifting himself off her so she could rise. Hazel, terrified from the thought of someone seeing her naked body, stood up slowly, turning her back briefly to him.

What if he didn’t like the scars....

She had quite a number of them...and...

She bit her lower lip.

You can do this. Come on.

Just as she was about to pull off the robes, Conan shook his head.

"Stop."

Eh?

She yanked her head around, a small furrow appearing between her eyes. His head was tilted, and he had a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, which quickly disappeared.

"There’s no need to rush, Hazel," he stood up, towering over her. He grabbed the ropes and fixed the knot once again, sending a flash of worry through Hazel.

"You did nothing wrong," he quickly assured her, a frown wrinkling his face. Conan had expected her to be insecure and doubtful of every step she took, but this...

It was too much.

It made him want to return to Tideclaw and wipe out the Gemini Celestial line for good.

"It’s your first time, and I want it to be special for you," Conan continued, stroking her hair. "We can fully consummate when you’re no longer as terrified of me, and the concept of me seeing you nude, alright?"

Hazel lowered her gaze, fiddling with her fingers. There was no point arguing with him, and she was grateful he gave her an out in the first place.

She nodded. "Thank you," she finally managed.

Conan said nothing.

Instead, he simply stared at her for a long moment, before extending his hand.

"Come to bed with me."

"Oh."

Hazel placed her trembling hand in his, and they slowly climbed the massive bed. The silk sheets were cool against her skin as she slid in, and before she could overthink it, Conan was behind her, his arm draping over her waist.

He pulled her close, her back pressed against his chest, and Hazel felt something shift in the air.

He’s.... holding me? The Lycan King is holding me?

Conan’s breath was warm against her neck, and she could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles were hard and coiled, like he was fighting something. His arm tightened around her, pulling her even closer.

Hazel felt... safe? Protected? It was such a foreign sensation that she almost didn’t recognize it.

She wanted to ask about how they would deal with the aftermath of their failure to consummate the marriage, when she felt something. Something hard poking against her bum.

She froze.

"Conan?" she whispered. "What’s that?"

She felt the Lycan king’s entire body go firm behind her. She heard him suck in a sharp breath, and then he was pulling away, quickly turning around so his back faced her.

"Ah—it’s nothing," he said, his voice strained. "Go to sleep, Hazel."

Oh.

Oh.

That was....

Hazel pressed her lips together, trying to suppress the smile threatening to break across her face.

The King of Lycans. The terrifying Scorpio Alpha who ripped out hearts and threatened Alphas. The man she had been terrified of just hours ago.

He was affected by her. He had chased away the elders for her. And he had stopped her the moment he noticed she was struggling.

She snuggled deeper into the pillows, a small smile still playing on her lips.

Perhaps being the Queen of Lycans to King Conan wouldn’t be so bad after all.