Lycan king's substitute breeder

Chapter fifty eight

Oregon

I was very surprised and flustered when I felt Vivian's lips against mine. A gush of excitement surged through me as I found my cheeks flushing red.

I shut my eyes and slowly held her bottom lip with my slightly parted mouth. With one hand, I grabbed one of her buttock cheeks and began to kiss her crazily.

She was quick to reciprocate, giving me all of her tender lips and touches. Her hands were over my shoulders as we kissed.

I started moving, and she went backwards, trying to follow my steps. I briefly opened my eyes and stopped by the cabinet, lifted her up with one hand, and dropped her on top of it.

Vivian jerked a bit when she felt the sudden impact. She opened her eyes quickly and saw that she was sitting on the cabinet.

She looked at my face and smiled. I only gave her a naughty neck, swept her hair away from her neck, and kissed right there.

She moaned softly, and I kissed her again, tracing my lips to her soft and wet lips. When I got there, I started kissing her lips deeply with passion and found my hand uncontrollably trailing into her dress.

Vivian pulled her lips away and slapped my hand, and I groaned in pain. I jerked my hand back, looking at her in disbelief. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Ow! What was that for?" I demanded, rubbing my hand.

"I'm sorry," she exclaimed, her eyes wide. "Did that hurt?"

I gave her a look that said, 'Does that even need to be asked?' She sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"I'm really sorry," she said, her voice contrite.

"Don't worry about it," I said with a shrug. "It's no big deal." She nodded and smiled a little, her cheeks flushing. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she quickly turned her head away.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a bit confused.

"Let's save it for Monday," she said, her voice soft.

"Monday?" I asked, a little puzzled.

"Yes," she said, nodding slightly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "You haven't forgotten, have you?" She whispered into my ear, her breath warm against my skin.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I haven't," I answered in a voice barely above a whisper.

She giggled, a playful smile on her face. "Good. I'll see you on Monday, then. We'll do as you wish," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I nodded and quickly leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips. Her eyes went wide with surprise, and she put her hand to her mouth.

"I'll talk to you later, okay?" I said, feeling a bit flustered.

As I started to walk away, she called out my name. I turned back, waiting for her to say something.

"Don't you want it anymore?" She asked, looking a bit confused.

I gulped hard, my cheeks feeling hot. "You mean now?" I asked.

"Of course," she said, her eyes fixed on mine.

"I don't know," I stammered, feeling my heart race. "Isn't it too?" I trailed off, feeling embarrassed and unable to continue.

"Too what?" she asked, cutting me off.

"Isn't it what I'm thinking?" I asked, raising a brow.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked, furrowing her eyes suspiciously, like she was suspecting me of something.

My eyes blinked, and I faked a cough. "What about you? What were you talking about in the first place?" I asked.

"You said you wanted my phone number; that's what I wanted to give you," she replied.

"Huh?" I mumbled, spreading my eyes open.

"Wait a minute," she chuckled, pointing at my face. "What has been on your mind? What have you been thinking about, huh?"

"I've not been thinking about anything," I said quickly, defending myself.

"You can't fool me, you naughty boy." She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth.

"You know what? Let's talk later. I will also collect the number later. Bye!" I waved and scurried away from the room.

"So embarrassing!" I muttered, holding my racing chest.

I went back to my room, laid on my bed, and covered my whole body with the duvet, then started wriggling around. I felt thrilled and excited because of what Vivian told me.

She finally supported my decision to have sexual intercourse with her.

"King Oregon?" I heard a familiar voice, and I sighed deeply. The look on my face changed completely, in the opposite way.

I took the duvet away from my body and took my eyes to the door. Isabella was there, staring at me with her hands folded against her chest.

"Why didn't you knock?" I demanded, sounding furious.

"I did knock, but it seemed you were too busy with your excitement to even respond," she replied, her voice full of mockery.

"What are you doing here?" I seethed, gritting my teeth. "You know what? I don't even want to know the reason. Just leave my room."

Isabella scoffed and shook her head. "I wonder why you are so excited. This is unlike you, Oregon. Did something good happen?"

"Yes, something good happened. Very good, something like that. Happy now that you have heard from me? Now, I think you should get out of my room," I said as I pointed my index finger to the slightly opened door.

"I came to tell you something." She whispered.

"I don't want to hear it. Leave now! You have spoiled my mood, Isabella. Dammit!" I yelled.

"It's about your mother and that girl," she said, ignoring my emotions and commands.

"What girl?" I asked.

"Vivian," she answered.

I scoffed in anger. "So, why are you referring to us as this girl? She has a name!" I snapped.

"I don't care," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You know what? I don't want to hear anything from you. It's better if I ask Vivian by myself. Now, can you leave?" I said.

"No, I'm not going anywhere, Oregon." She said it smoothly, unfazed, and my face turned red in anger.