Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 124 My Girl

"It’s time for our wolves to meet." Klaus whispered in Emily’s ear, "Lyon can’t wait. "

Klaus let go of Emily, and he stepped back and stood on the grass, and then he took off all his clothes, and the light and shadow of the fireworks fell upon his naked body, so smooth and soft was every muscle line.

Presently Emily heard the cracking of bones, faint but distinct, mingled with the bursting of fireworks.

Klaus appears to Emily in the form of a wolf, a large black wolf with a powerful body and lustrous fur.

Shirley was so excited that she was on the point of jumping out, and Emily knew that she liked the boy before her, who was as brave as a warrior. She kept urging Emily to make a quick transition so she could get up close and personal with Lyon. Emily did not expect the proud girl to become so out of control at the sight of her beloved wolf.

"Emily, I want him." Shirley said eagerly.

"Calm down, lady." Emily said to Shirley, "I know you want him, let me touch him first."

Shirley shouted at Emily in her displeasure. She had warned Emily over and over again that Lyons was hers! Emily is worried about Lyon’s ability to conquer her.

"Come here, good boy!" Emily crouched down and stroked Lyon’s dark fur, so strong in limb and so warm in body.

When Emily brought her head close to his, Lyon took advantage of Emily’s unpreparedness and threw Emily to the ground, holding her chest down with his forelimbs and licking her face and neck with his tongue.

"Enough, enough! I know you want Shirley! "Lyon made Emily’s face turn grimy, and she pushed Lyon away.

Emily rose slowly, and one by one she undressed.

Lyon stood by, wagging his tail and looking expectantly at Emily.

Soon Emily was transformed. When Shirley finally met Lyon, she seemed both excited and a little shy. The proud little girl, however, was in no hurry to mate with Lyon immediately. She took a few steps back, her eyes fixed on Lyon before her.

Lyon’s massive body swooped down like a mountain, carrying with it a breeze. But the shrewd Shirley seemed to have a premonition, and before Lyon’s paw could reach her, she was scurrying away from the flank like a flash of lightning. Lyon pounced, visibly upset, his eyes flashing with a hint of annoyance. The girl’s action succeeded in arousing in Leon a fierce desire for conquest, and his eyes became more determined and fiery.

He lunged at Shirley again, and this time the wily Shirley chose to run straight into the forest. Lyon pursued Shirley like a prey, and presently Lyon not only overtook her, but pounced upon her.

He lunged at Shirley again, and this time, the cunning Shirley chose to run straight into the forest. Lyon pursued Shirley like a prey, his feet making a dull noise on the grass. Presently, with great strength and speed, Lyon not only overtook her, but threw her down beneath him.

The grass sank slightly beneath them, and Shirley felt the softness of it and the weight of Lyon, and a feeling of helplessness rose in him. Stubbornly, she tried to break free of Lyon’s grasp, writhing and clawing at the grass. But she was no match for Lyon. After all, Lyons is twice the size of Shirley. No matter how hard she tried, it did not help.

Shirley gave up her resistance at last, and lay down on the grass, uttering two whimperings of submission. There was a hint of helplessness and meekness in her eyes. Lyon let go of Shirley’s grasp, and he looked at her quietly, his eyes burning. He pressed his head close to Shirley’s, and a low whimper rose in his throat, as if to speak tender words.

For an instant not a sound came from either of them. Lyons rose from Shirley’s body, his massive form casting a long shadow in the night. His eyes sparkled in the night like bright gems, deep and mysterious.

Shirley lay still on the grass, her figure enveloped in light. It was the blaze of a firework, dream-like, and it enveloped her in a mantle of splendour. There was a hint of shyness and confusion in her eyes, a contrast to her usual obstinacy.

Lyons moved around Shirley, each step carrying a steady rhythm. He sniffed at her hips and writhed around her with a look that was both attentive and tender. There was a gentle breeze, and the grass waved a little, as if it, too, were shy of their interaction. I really did not expect shyness from this strong-willed girl.

Just as Lyon was about to lift her forelimbs into Shirley’s body, the mischievous girl again teased Lyon. She wiggled her hips and swayed for a moment, then quickly ran behind a large tree.

Lyon, who had been teasing, looked a little agitated, and as he roared he ran after Shirley, the great roots of the trees shaking violently with his running. This time his speed was a trifle more relentless than before, and his massive body lunged at Shirley unmercifully.

Shirley was again taken prisoner, and instead of being gentle with her, Lyons made a furious attack. He crouched behind Shirley and entered roughly from behind her.

Shirley uttered a groan of pain as Lyon concentrated his strength and thrust violently behind her, his forelimbs firmly gripping Shirley’s body to keep it from moving. Lyon went in and out again and again, as if he had an inexhaustible supply of strength.

Perhaps it was Lyons’s roughness that made Shirley feel a little aggrieved, and she let out a low whimper. Lyons did not stop there, however, and his jerk was more like a punishment to Shirley.

Till at last Shirley could bear it no longer, and lay down. Lyon at last withdrew contentedly from Shirley’s body.

Lyon lay beside Shirley, resting his left limb on Shirley’s body so that his head could rest against Shirley’s. He first rubbed Shirley’s face, then stuck out his wet tongue and licked Shirley’s hair. This time, he finally learned to be gentle.

The two made out for a while, then chased each other around the grass for a few laps before finally reluctantly returning to where Emily and Klaus had undressed. They each revert back to their human form.

As Emily was about to put on her clothes, Klaus snatched them up and threw them aside. Emily looked at Klaus in surprise, but the next second he pressed her under his body, his voice low and full of longing, "It’s our time. "