The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 364

ELLIOT

“Baby?” I leaned in a bit when I heard her soft snoring.

I watched her face, resting sideways on the mattress, breathing lightly, those delicious lips slightly parted.

I couldn’t help but smile like a fool—there was so much depth in what I felt for her. I had purposely confessed that I knew her true identity.

We had an honest conversation pending. I genuinely hoped to win her over as my greatest ally—a lifelong alliance.

“So I have to stay perfectly still when you pounce on me, but you can barely handle one round when I’m the one on top?” I whispered, sucking on her earlobe.

A low moan rumbled in her throat, but she remained asleep, exhausted.

“You owe me now, my dear Duchess. I’ll make sure you pay me back for the rest of your life, Katherine,” I murmured, kissing her temple, hissing with pleasure as I felt my cock soften and slip free from the heat of her pussy.

I sat up, looking at the mess I had made of her body. Leaning in, I licked the wounds on her hips—at least my saliva would help them heal faster.

A murky, thick, white liquid trickled from her slightly parted slit, staining the sheets.

The sight was obscene—filthy—and so fucking hot.

I pushed the scattered jewelry aside, tossing them onto the rug. I had ridden horseback all the way to the city center, waking up the best jeweler just to buy his finest creations—all in my name, as gifts for my Duchess.

No one would ever humiliate her again for the way she had treated Rossella in the past.

And she had earned all of this—by forcing me to be hers.

I cleaned her up as best as I could, grabbing a damp cloth from the washroom. I stripped her, wiped away the sweat and my marks from her body.

Lifting her into my arms, I carried her over to the chaise lounge, then set about changing the sheets with fresh ones I found in the wardrobe.

This was new for me—I usually called the maids for such things. But I wouldn’t wake anyone at this hour. And I sure as hell wouldn’t let them get involved in my personal affairs.

I tossed the soiled linens into the basket in the corner. I knew the servants would check them—and report back to the hostess.

Since she loved to gossip so much, I wanted her to clearly know that I was fucking my wife very well—and that I would never touch another woman, ever again.

“Elliot… no… don’t go…” Her soft hand reached for me just as I was about to stand after tucking her into the clean sheets.

“I’m not leaving, baby, I’m just going to wash up,” I replied, kissing her hand, lowering my nose to breathe in my scent on her neck.

My possessive streak purred with satisfaction, knowing my scent was all over her skin.

I watched her in the dim light, her beautiful, sleepy eyes struggling to stay open. She nodded slightly before drifting back into slumber.

It was already past midnight.

Honestly, I had feared that by the time I returned from the jeweler, she would have fallen asleep—or worse, that she wouldn’t let me into her chamber at all.

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