The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 267

NARRATOR

“Goddess…” Sigrid was disgusted.

Under different circumstances—if the participants were willing—this might have been arousing. But like this, it was just revolting.

The two male slaves groped the woman between them, their hands slipping between her legs, squeezing and sucking on her breasts.

Soon, she was kneeling between them, her mouth and hands working their lengths.

Beside her, Lucrecia looked quite entertained.

Sigrid scanned the room, searching for the slave she was looking for. Just to be sure—she didn’t want to make a mistake.

She was 99% certain that the one she needed to save was Umbros, but that lingering 1% remained focused on a certain slave who stirred something deep in her chest.

She needed confirmation.

As the moans grew louder and the pale-skinned, full-breasted brunette climbed on top of one of the reclining slaves, riding him while sucking off the other standing beside her, Sigrid let out an exaggerated yawn.

Her message couldn’t have been clearer: I want to get the hell out of here.

The mere thought of Silas being forced to perform these kinds of acts for perverts like these in the past made her stomach turn.

“I see this isn’t quite what you’re looking for,” Lucrecia’s sultry voice suddenly whispered in her ear, her hand sliding over Sigrid’s thigh.

“That slave you want is somewhere much more… private. And I think you already realize that I really want to fuck your slave. So, what do you say? How about we enjoy ourselves alone—without your dear fiancé in the way?”

Sigrid shuddered, and not from pleasure, when those plump lips pressed against her cheek, dangerously close to the corner of her mouth.

She felt the murderous wave of rage from Silas, instantly shutting it down.

“That sounds perfect,” she replied instantly, luring Lucrecia in.

Finally. Silas wouldn’t last another second in this room.

“Well then, Alessandre, take whatever you like. I’ll be taking Electra to see my collection of… toys.” Lucrecia stood up as if nothing had happened.

The vampire agreed, appearing indifferent, though he cast Sigrid one last serious look. Silas followed behind them, a messenger of death.

Everything was going exactly as planned. Sigrid and Silas would take care of Lucrecia.

Alessandre, along with Renata, would block any counterattacks here, while the royal guards and their vampires secured the entrance to this underground chamber if Lucrecia called for her security.

Their forces were stationed along the edges of the property, waiting only for the Queen’s signal to strike the mansion.

Tonight, the House of Silver and its allies would be wiped out—finally eliminating this threat to the crown.

The most dangerous Silver of them all was now leading Sigrid straight into a trap…

Without realizing she was walking into one herself.

Lucrecia was practically dripping with anticipation.

She couldn’t wait to wring that idiot Electra’s neck, claim her estate, and take her scorching-hot slave for herself.

But something still nagged at her—her suspicions were growing stronger by the second.

She reached a massive iron door at the end of the corridor, opening it and stepping inside, inviting them in before sealing the trap behind them.

She was a powerful witch. Lucrecia had no fear of them—not anymore. Not with the power she had accumulated.

She would take back what was hers.

As she reached down to confirm whether or not that thick, pulsing cock was the one she knew so well, Silas’s hand snapped up—gripping her wrist so viciously she swore he almost shattered the bone.

“How dare you touch me without my permission?! Let go of me!” She struggled to break free, but Silas’s grip only tightened, pure hatred pouring from him, pulsing in his veins.

“Looks like Electra hasn’t trained you well enough! I’ll show you what it means to obey your mistress!”

She raised her free hand, electric magic crackling at her fingertips.

The charge sizzled in the air. Silas’s pupils contracted. He knew that spell.

Lucrecia lifted her hand with rage and arousal, her mind screaming— “Defy me! Defy me more, just like before! I’m more certain than ever that it’s you!”

But before she could strike— Someone caught her wrist mid-air.

“I trained him far better than his old mistress ever did.”

That venomous voice whispered right into her ear.

Electra.

And Lucrecia knew the game was over.

Flames erupted from Sigrid’s hand, scorching the witch’s skin, a powerful blast of Selenia’s fire surging out with an explosive force.