Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
the one singular cry in their time of need.
So come to me, my love,
come complete your soul,
Your mate is calling you home Your mate is calling you home.”
My heart aches at the sadness in her tone, the way the words break her heart, and I watch as tears stream down her face. I reach out, remembering this is all in my mind. Her eyes turn to me, distant at first be My knees go weak and I fall, my head plunging into the wetness and my b*dy jolts. The image of my dying mother bleeds from my mind like a memory fading, the thought gone even as I try to conjure it back. And I find myself in the darkness before I find my footing I open my eyes, blinking at the steam, my consciousness back in the now. The words of her song resound in my mind. That was no dream, but a memory, one the waters pulled from me. How? I don’t know how, but I know it to be the truth. I can feel it.
The past has always been hidden from me, shrouded in despair and darkness. No matter how hard I tried, I could remember nothing from before being in the pack. But now…
now I have a voice, an image I thought was made up or thought was just a nightmare. And now I have a song.
Her song. My mom’s song.
And I know where I got my singing voice. I smile to myself. Because she sure as shit wasn’t phenomenal. That fear I held, the one of the water, is replaced with a reverence. This is where I found her again, where my soul felt comfortable enough to open up and allow little bits of me to seep out.
I close my eyes, a smile on my lips as I head to the steps again, and sit. I never want to leave this room. It feels. sacred now. Like a connection between what was lost and what I now have. A bridge from my pa The words to her song tumble out of me, echoing through the room as it makes me feel closer to her. I sing it on repeat, familiarizing myself with the tune she used and the words I heard, refusing to forget then My voice echoes off the walls, bouncing back to me, and the water around me moves with the vibrations as if it’s dancing to my words. Then I feel a shift. My eyes snap open, squealing out in shock as leaning “W-where did you come from?” I ask, clutching my chest. He looks pained as he moves closer, like he was injured. and is seeking healing, but from me.
“Don’t stop singing.” He says, his voice a husky whisper as he continues to stalk me down like prey.
I furrow my brow, confused, but I repeat the words, slowly and softly. Merikh reaches under the water, finding my hand as he pulls me up and drags my b*dy flush to his. He holds me, looking down at me with lust filled eyes.
I finish the verse, unsure if I should continue again. So Instead, I hum the tune and he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. Merikh inhales deeply, consuming my scent as he groans in satisfaction. “I am sorry for being a jackass.” He mutters. “Forgive me,”
His apology catches me off guard, and I pull back, looking up into his sincere face. He looks distraught, like someone died and worry leaches into me. I slide my hand up his n*ck, cupping his cheek.
“I shouldn’t have asked about her…” I breathe.
He shudders as the sparks seem to whizz through us, weak still, but growing stronger. I force him to look at me, but his eyes fall to my lips before coming back to my eyes. I stare at his green, watching the desire and unbridled lust that stir there. It nearly bowls me over to see it, to think he could want me and my b*dy burns in places I’ve never felt before.
“I want to k*ss you, Colette.” He admits, the tip of his nose teasing mine and then nudging my cheek.
“What’s stopping you?” I ask, feeling bold as my heart nearly pops out of my chest. He freezes, eyes boring into me, searching for any resistance on my end, resistence he won’t find becuase I want this. I want his lips against mine and his undivided attention. So after a mere second Merikh closes the distance, his lips pressing against mine.
“Merikh POV
My b*dy vibrates with her touch, my lycan damn near purring as her soft lips move against mine. It’s like the celebration dinner all over again, my b*dy giving in where I know I should pull back, but I can’t. Not t I am forever wrapped up in everything Colette.
Her hands are warm from the water as they glide up my heaving chest, wrapping around my n*ck. My b*dy shivers under her touch and I k*ss her deeper, unable to breathe the air around me, only her.
My hand tangles in her wet hair as I tilt her chin up, giving me better access to explore her mouth. My other hand slides down her wet back, my thumb looping into the back of her bikini bottoms. The rest of my palm rests over the fabric.
I crave grabbing a handful of her ass, dragging her b*dy up me and spreading her little legs around my waist. But Colette isn’t someone you fling around, not like that. Not yet. She’s a delicate flower, a water lily that needs time and so long as this is what we do with that time… I can manage. For a short while.
She moans as she tries to tug me closer, her b*dy rolling against mine with a delicious vibration that only serves the purpose of making everything harder. Like pulling away from her and, well…me, clearly. “Colette,” I murmur against her lips.
She hums in acknowledgement and then she moves her head to my cheek, k*ssing my face before moving to my ear. Her breathing is like a feather over my ears and it makes me shiver as a hungry moan slip I walk her back, trying to find something to press her against. I can’t have her, not the way I crave, but I sure as shit can’t stop this moment. Right now, it’s the only thing keeping me breathing. The second I pul A knock sounds at the door and ignore it. f**k them. I don’t care who it is or what they want. Right now I’m servicing my queen. The knock grows louder and Colette must finally hear it as she tears away, covering her lips. and looking away. She is hiding again from me, her shell quickly coming ba “What?” I growl at the door. Who ever it is could have easily used the mindlink,
“Alpha, I have come from the council with the official decision on your appeal to-“
“Yes, I will be with you in a moment.” I grit out, taking a step away from Colette who looks at me, lips parted and red. Her hair is a mess with her innocent eyes wide in shock, watching me. I tilt my head, drinking in the view. “Exquisite,” I breathe. I reach out, cupping her cheek, dragging the pad of my thumb over her lips. “I will see your tonight,”
“I thought you said you would be working late,” she murmurs in a daze.
“I moved things around.” I smile. “You should get dressed and rest. The healing waters can only do so much, but you will still be sore tomorrow.”
She looks a little confused, tilting her head slightly and I notice a hue of blue in her brown eyes I’ve never seen before. For a moment, I think she will say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she closes her mo “Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.” She bites her lip as I turn toward the stairs.
I stop for a moment before I turn back and drag her close, dropping a k*ss on her forehead. As much as I want to deny the pull to her, I can’t. Be it the second chance bond or just who she is, I am falling hard e reservations.
“I’ll see you soon,” I sigh, releasing her and rushing out of the water.
I move to the chair, grabbing my towel and changing my clothing, while Colette looks’ away, her innocence still intact, as I grin to myself, hoping she took a peek all the while knowing she didn’t.
When I push out the door, I find the messenger from the council waiting for me. His unnatural looking silver hair flows down past his shoulders, dusting over his deep blue double-
breasted vest. At least they sent a messenger! get along with.
“Ezrah.” I nod and he grins, walking next to me as we make our way to my office.
“Good to see you again, Alpha,” he bows his head in respect and I sigh.
“I take it my appeal was once again rejected?” I ask.