The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 258

SIGRID

His delicious mouth places sensual, satisfied kisses on me in this room bathed in warm sunlight filtering through the wooden window slats.

I haven’t had time to take in anything—not with a wake-up call this passionate. This is how I want to wake up every day of my life.

“Silas,” I whisper against his lips. His cock is slowly softening, but he’s still inside me, drawing out breathy sighs.

The scent of raw, wild sex lingers in the air.

I suddenly glance at his neck. Now that the haze of lust has passed, I see the ugly bite mark.

Without the sharp canines of a she-wolf or a vampire, it must hurt him even more.

“No, no… did I hurt you? Love, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” He raises a hand to cover the wound. “You like to bite, and I like to be marked by you.”

He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I look into his gleaming eyes.

Silas doesn’t seem to be lying. Besides, I know that with the power he holds now, he could heal instantly—but he chooses not to.

Goddess… how could I even think of doing something so horrible?

How could I let fear and desperation cloud my judgment?

“Silas, I… I’m sorry…” I lower my gaze, swallowing nervously. Maybe… maybe he figured it out. Felt the fluctuation in my magic.

And if he did? No, no, no…

“Sigrid, I heard that Selenias have both vampire and lycan blood. Is that true?” His sudden question pulls me out of my chaotic thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, we have the instincts of all three races. But usually, one side develops more. I’ve always been drawn to magic,” I admit.

He just watches me, as if I’m telling him something utterly fascinating.

Then, without warning, he shifts, grabbing my waist and dragging me into a new position.

I try to pull away, but he dominantly pushes my ass down.

His cock is still inside me. He lifts my leg over his hip, and I moan against his chest, feeling that hot liquid spill from my swollen petals, trickling down my thighs and onto the sheets.

“So… do you like being bitten on the nape? Like a wolf’s mating mark?” he continues, his voice like a spell pulling me deeper under his control.

I stare at him, hypnotized, my head resting sideways on the pillow.

He leans on one elbow, utterly relaxed—his hand under that sharp, masculine jawline, so sexy, so devastatingly handsome.

His silver hair is tousled, wild and sensual, damp with sweat from making love to me.

Sunlight catches the gold in his pupils, eyes drinking me in—rapturous, satisfied… in love.

“If it’s you, you can bite me anywhere, my mate,” the words slip from my reckless mouth without a second thought, caught in his spell of seduction.

The subtle smirk forming at the corner of his lips snaps me back to reality, and I freeze in mortified realization.

Heat rushes to my face as I process what just came out of my mouth.

“I-I mean… well, even if I don’t have my witch, sometimes I still have her instincts to bite… I mean, damn it, my vampire, no, no, my witc—my wolf, fuck!” I groan in frustration, tripping over my own words.

Then, suddenly, I hear the most beautiful sound in the world.

“First, let’s find a way to stay together. Trust me. I have this dark power, and I can control it now. Stop carrying everything alone. See me as your partner—for real.”

I nod again, my eyes stinging.

“And second, and most important… if one day I ever hurt you—for any reason I can’t control… for something unknown to me…” He trails off, and my heart stops for a second.

“Then end me, Sigrid. Without hesitation. I would rather die by your hands than ever harm you. And I would never blame you…”

“No. Don’t say that. You won’t. You won’t!” I grab the back of his neck, dragging him close, furious at the world.

I won’t let them take him from me.

“You are mine! The Goddess created you for me! You’re innocent—you’ve suffered so much. It’s not fair that everyone else moves on with their lives while you keep paying the price! No matter what, we will be together. My love, I will save you—I swear it.”

I crush my lips to his.

From joy, to lust, to desperation and longing—this is how crazy our complicated love is.

“It’s okay. Don’t be upset, my female. Everything will be fine. I’m powerful now. Everything will be fine,” he soothes, pulling me into his embrace.

It takes all my willpower to stop him from thrusting into me again.

Even in the middle of this serious conversation, he still can’t keep that cock from burying deeper inside me.

I make my final decision—no more doubts. I’m sick of the drama, of the uncertainty. It’s time to take control of our destiny.

“Where are we, Silas?” I ask, after nearly a minute of fondling each other.

I finally glance around the room, curiosity settling in.