The Lycan's Rejected Mate (naiah and Amos) novel Chapter 75

Anaiah's POV

Our ride home from the countryside was delightful, my mate had his hand up my inner thigh the whole way as he drove, and since I was in a playful mood. I kept arousing him purposely. He had a huge bulge in his pants and he cussed

"Fuck baby," He mutters as I caress his chest. I smile sheepishly at him,

"What, I'm just touching my mate, since when is it a crime,"

"Can you do more than touch then?"

I laugh and skillfully get over to the driver's seat, straddling him. Leondre didn't stop driving as I rocked my hips against him. I successfully pulled his pants down my took his hard dick. I moved up and down sensually, erotically just to drive him crazy, he was driving so he wanted a quickie but not on my watch. My hips were rotating slowly and he growled and cussed at how good it was. I was nibbling his neck and bouncing on him when the car came to an abrupt stop with a screeching sound.

He gripped my waist tightly

"Faster," He murmurs, kissing my throat.

I smiled and nodded, moving faster and wildly, he was going crazy as I was. I've never had sex in the car before and it felt exhilaratingly good.

Our voices of pleasure filled up the car and I came undone, I moved more frantically and he did with a long grunt. We were looking into each other's eyes when we heard a knock at the window. It was a traffic cop.

"Are we in trouble?" I asked. worriedly.

"We kinda aren't supposed to park here," He answers, the officer knocked again and I got off his lap. Taking my seat back and fixing my disheveled hair. Leon rolled the window down.

"Good evening sir,"

"Good evening,"

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" He asked, looking between us.

"Wrong parking spot?" He answered as I question and the cop nodded,

"Yes and speeding, can you show me your license and registration please?" Leon got some documents from the dashboard to show him, the man gasp as he read out my mate's name and bowed

"King... King Leondre Lavista. Sir, I'm sorry,"

"Why are you apologizing?" My mate asked, his brows creasing.

"For approaching you, sir,"

"Don't apologize for doing your job and sorry for my reckless driving, my wife here was ..." He searched for words, glancing at me. The young cop was flustered and scratched the back of his neck.