The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 206

AURORA

I put the last glasses in the dishwasher and wiped my hands. Mom and Dad had just left, and I wanted to clean the kitchen.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Lawrence entering the kitchen. His eyes immediately locked onto mine, the kind of gaze that still made my heart race.

"Got our things," he said, holding up a bag. "Your parents are thoughtful."

"Thanks for getting them," I said, kissing him on tiptoes. Lawrence wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I still couldn't believe this powerful warrior was mine.

"If I'm not mistaken," he whispered in my ear, "your parents interrupted something." He backed me toward the kitchen counter, desire in his eyes.

I pretended to think, biting my lip. "I don't quite remember what it was." God, I loved teasing him.

Lawrence growled deep in his throat, wildness crossing his features. Heat rushed through my body—this man could set me on fire with just one look. Kaila stirred inside me, excited by the connection.

"Let me remind you," he said, lifting me onto the counter.

I yelped, clutching his shoulders. The move was so natural yet surprising. From the day we met, Lawrence had always been both thrilling and safe. A terrifying warrior who once wandered alone, but with me, endlessly gentle.

Lawrence suddenly became urgent, ripping open my top to reveal my bra. His mouth found my neck immediately, his tongue circling the mark he'd left during our soul binding ceremony. Whenever he touched it, our connection intensified.

I moaned involuntarily, heat flooding my body. Lawrence unhooked my bra and removed it, his eyes never leaving my body. I eagerly pulled off his shirt, my fingers tracing each scar on his chest. These scars told the story of his life as a warrior, reminding me of all the years he'd fought to survive. I wished I'd found him sooner, given him a home instead of letting him be alone for so long.

Sitting on the edge of the counter, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He kept one arm around my back, making sure I wouldn't fall. Always protecting me, even in our most intimate moments.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

I remembered how many times I'd doubted my worth, thinking I wasn't good enough. But in Lawrence's eyes, I only saw adoration and love. He made me believe I deserved to be loved, despite my brokenness.

Lawrence's hands caressed my body, guiding me to lean back. His mouth found my breasts and began kissing them. When he circled my nipple with his tongue while his fingers played with the other, electricity shot through my body.

"Lawrence," I moaned loudly, unable to control my voice. Kaila responded joyfully within me, intensifying the sensation. I once thought I'd never find her again, now she was a complete part of me.

His hand slid into my leggings and underwear, finding my most sensitive spot. His touch was gentle but precise, and I whimpered with need. When he inserted two fingers inside me and began moving them slowly and steadily, my breathing became ragged.

"That's it," he whispered, his voice husky. "Come for me."

His command and touch were irresistible. Pleasure built inside me until I couldn't hold back anymore, moaning as I reached my climax. I clutched his shoulders, my body trembling, all thoughts scattered. I felt so complete, so loved.

Lawrence waited until I calmed before slowly withdrawing his fingers. Then, he put them in his mouth, tasting me while his eyes never left my face. The gesture was both primal and intimate, making desire rise in me again.

"God," he murmured. "You taste so sweet."

I bit my lip and slid off the counter, immediately reaching up to kiss him. At the same time, my hands worked to undo his jeans, eager to touch him. My lips traveled down his chest, his abdomen, until I was kneeling before him.

When I pulled down his pants to reveal his already hard cock, Lawrence let out a low growl. I could feel his wolf, Rocky, growling through our mental connection, enhancing my desire.

I licked the tip with my tongue, satisfied when he groaned. Then I took him slowly into my mouth, pleasuring him with my lips and tongue. Lawrence's hands threaded through my hair, but his movements remained gentle, never forcing. Even at his most desperate, he respected me.

"Aurora," he groaned, his voice a mixture of human desire and wolf wildness.

Minutes later, Lawrence gently pulled me up. "Enough," he said, his voice strained. He kissed me hard, nipping my bottom lip, sending shivers through me.

"I'm going to turn you around now," he growled in my ear, "and take you from behind." He kissed my neck, and I moaned, feeling our soul connection grow stronger. This connection was a gift I never thought I'd have.

Lawrence turned me around, still kissing my neck, his hand finding its way between my legs again. I was already ready for him, and his touch made me moan again.

"God, I love how wet you are for me," he growled, his hands moving to my hips. His voice was possessive, making me feel both excited and safe.

"Put your hands on the counter," Lawrence commanded. I immediately complied, feeling the Alpha power in his voice. Even though he wasn't a true Alpha, Lawrence sometimes showed that natural authority, reminding me he was a warrior, a protector.

He entered me slowly, and we both moaned. At first, his movements were gentle and slow, letting me adjust to his size. Then, as I moaned and begged, he gradually increased his pace, eventually thrusting hard and fast.

The kitchen filled with my moans and Lawrence's growls. I felt another climax approaching, even stronger than before. When it crashed through me, I could barely stand, only Lawrence's arms keeping me upright. I felt our soul connection peak in that moment, as if we truly became one.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Lawrence growled, releasing inside me after one final, powerful thrust.

We both panted as Lawrence slowly withdrew. I turned in his arms, feeling our heartbeats synchronize. We kissed, soft and loving.

Lawrence carried me to the bathroom to clean up, then to our bed. Looking around our new home, I snuggled against his chest while he held me tight, our wolves connecting mentally.

"I love you, Lawrence," I whispered.

"I love you too, my moonlight," he said, kissing my forehead.

In his arms, I felt safe. I once thought I didn't deserve happiness, but Lawrence changed that. He accepted my scars completely.

As we lay quietly, a thought came to me.

"I think we should name our son Anthony," I whispered, "after your father."

Lawrence didn't answer immediately. I looked up to see tears in his eyes. I'd never seen him so emotional, this powerful warrior suddenly vulnerable. I gently touched his cheek, my heart full of love.

Finally, he smiled and kissed me, and I could feel his emotions through our connection—deep gratitude, appreciation, and love.

"Thank you," he whispered. "That means everything to me."