The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 350

ZERAPHINA

I think I was still hallucinating. I mean… how did things take such a crazy turn?

I left my lands to run because I felt so stifled, and I fell into that hellhole.

I remember in flashes how I pounced on this male, driven by the burning lust frying my brain.

What stuck most were all those delicious sensations; his vigorous thrusts still shuddered inside me.

Now I’ve got him completely naked, straddling my animal form, shamelessly rubbing that erection on me.

I don’t know him at all, and the worst part is I’m dying to purr and let those rough hands touch me.

Did the blow to my head make me stupid?!

I’m Queen Zeraphina of the beast-men!

“Mmnn… shift into your elemental form, I want to see you…”

He growled, nipping my ear.

I try to twist and fight, but his muscles lock me down like a shackle and, even if he isn’t in that huge wolf form, strength runs through his every move.

“Shhh, behave, Zera… or your punishment will be worse later…”

He warns me, and that affectionate tone in his voice thrills me.

Even though the rebellious voice in me pushes me to defy him, just so I can then stick my ass up and take my “awful” punishment.

I’ve never yielded to a male like this.

A few months ago I lost my King in the fight over Aidan’s mate.

It hurt more to have handed my feelings to an insecure, weak man than to learn of the death of that coward who locked me up and fought me until I was wounded.

Ever since I went through that storm, the weight of the crown has become unbearable.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I felt like the castle walls were closing in, choking the breath out of me.

I wanted to escape… that’s the truth.

I never wanted to be queen, or rule anyone’s fate.

I don’t like giving orders or having to worry about big decisions.

I couldn’t even conceive after so many years.

Maybe it was the inner fear of passing this whole burden on to a daughter.

I even trained my cousin for the throne; she always coveted it, and I was tired of hanging myself with a rope I never desired.

My body began to change just because he demanded it.

His blood ran through my veins with a spicy, magical touch… delicious.

The mark on my nape burned and tied me to him in a comforting way.

For the first time in a long while I felt I could lie back without fear in my mate’s arms.

His naked body braced on his hands, barely giving me room to breathe.

Palms planted on either side of my hair, he stared so intensely he set my pussy on fire.

“Good girl, Zera…” he growled, devouring me with his eyes, roaming over my bared breasts and down my belly.

I forced myself to look modest when, in truth, I was dying to spread my legs and get speared again by that huge cock.

His masculine, dominant scent was driving me insane.

“I’m not some pet for you to treat like one…” I managed to mutter, making a show of dignity.

In a heartbeat he had me pinned to the ground.

One hand caught my chin while the other held my wrists together, stretched above my head.

“Of course you’re not a pet… you’re my woman, my female, and right now you’re going to tell me: do you want your permanent mark rolling like animals in the middle of the forest, or in the comfy bed of our new home?”

There was a dangerous edge in his eyes.

His words were promises of change, of freedom, of escape…

Some pretty unhinged ideas were racing through my head.

Maybe my people weren’t even trying that hard to look for me.

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