The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 206

SIGRID

I was suddenly lifted off the ground, clinging to his neck, my feet suspended in the air.

He walked toward the bed and gently laid me down.

“Thank you. Are you alright?” For a moment, I completely lost track of my act and just was myself, at least for once.

“Yes, my lady. Thanks to your healing, I feel much better. Are you in pain?” His face was close to mine, my fevered skin burning again, desire swirling in my belly, clouding my senses.

“I’m fine, Silas, it was just… something strange. I’ll want to ask you some questions later,” I said, my tongue heavy, my eyelids feeling like they weighed a ton.

I lay on the bed, but I was sticky all over; my discomfort was obvious.

He moved away, and I heard his footsteps. Maybe he was leaving, I didn’t know. I could only think about sleeping and having countless orgasms…

I closed my eyes without meaning to; Electra’s energy was drained, wounded. I needed to rest to restore it.

Damn witch, pretending to be strong but such a weakling.

Footsteps again, approaching the bed… I think.

In the midst of my drowsiness, something cold began gliding over my arms.

I sighed in pleasure at the sensation traveling down my limbs and slipped into a state of hibernation.

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SILAS

I’m losing my mind more and more—there’s no other explanation for my actions.

Why did I want to stand naked in front of her? To show her what? My disgusting, mutilated body?

Of course, she rejected me entirely. Even though she was aroused, I’ve been with enough women to notice.

These sorceresses use all kinds of perverted potions to fuck like animals with their slaves; she seemed trapped by something like that.

Then, why didn’t she use me? And worse, why did I increasingly want to be used?

She wanted to leave me behind, I saw it. She was going to send me off with that man, to where her other slaves were.

Something strange stirred in my chest—something dark and dangerous.

This time, I wouldn’t obey. I was ready to kill him. I didn’t want to be in another barrack; every part of me screamed to be… with her.

Is it because of that powerful magic she’s hiding?

Every time the curse inside me sees her, it wants to get closer, to devour her in a sick, possessive way.

My head lowered as if it had a mind of its own, and my mouth began kissing softly around her areola.

My nose inhaled the scent from her pores—intoxicating sweat, and that intense aroma that reminded me of sweet lilies of the valley, of home.

Small, restrained kisses. I feared she’d wake and reject me; she didn’t seem attracted to me that way.

My lips parted, and my tongue slid out to lick her, to taste her. My breathing grew heavier, my whole body tense, hard.

I expected the familiar churning in my stomach, the urge to vomit—but it didn’t come, and I drowned in the curiosity to taste her more.

“Mmmm, no, no…” she moaned in her sleep, but this time, I was a very disobedient slave.

My hand slipped under the fabric and caressed her other breast. My fingers toyed with the stiff nipple, pinching and groping, squeezing her flesh with force, with desire.

My mouth opened to take in the puckered, soft skin, my lips sucking wetly, obscene sounds escaping my throat.

My tongue circled the delicious peak repeatedly, flicking it and sucking, desperate to draw the milk from within.

Quick moans spilled from her mouth, the scent of lust thickening in the air, her skin heating more and more, sticky with sweat.

She began to squirm, pressing her thighs together—she wanted to be touched in her pussy, and I would. Of course I would.

I slid my hand down and caressed her thigh, moving higher, along the inner side, while my mouth never stopped devouring her breasts.