The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 396

KATHERINE

With exaggerated gestures, I understood once again that he wanted to throw the rug inside the fabric cover onto the floor, and the water was to remove the dust from the cold tiles.

"I'll do it," he growled when I tried to help. "Alright, alright, wild one, fine..."

Watching that massive beast clumsily passing a wet rag over the space in front of the fireplace almost made me burst out laughing in his face.

A giggle escaped me as I saw him scrubbing diligently, completely focused, like a seasoned maid.

He lifted his head then, looking at me, clearly offended.

"I..." I barely managed to stifle my laughter. "You missed a spot there." I pointed to the spot where his knees rested, like a proper lady of the house... and he actually listened!

Hahaha, the Duke Virgin... no, no, the Duke Little Beast Scrubbing the Floors, hahaha... My cheeks hurt from holding it in.

This one, I’ll save for the future, along with the pig roundup. The heat from the fire quickly evaporated the water.

I don’t know if it was because of his strength, but the tiles truly gleamed. I doubt they even shone this bright when they were first installed.

The finishing touch came when he set the cylinder down in front of him and tore through the protective fabric. I watched curiously.

Inside, a brand-new rug had been preserved. He spread it out in front of the fireplace.

"Great job, my Duke!" I even clapped for him in praise.

His little eyes, glowing with the firelight, told me he liked that.

I still didn’t quite understand the reason behind all these preparations, but when he sat near the fireplace, on the burgundy arabesque-patterned rug, and just stared at me, that fluttering sensation started again in my chest.

"You... do you want me to stay and sleep here?"

His response was to stretch out his hand, claws dark and sharp. Swallowing hard, I bent down slightly to take off my boots so I wouldn’t dirty the rug.

"Mmm..." I groaned, and not out of pleasure.

The swelling in my knee was becoming very obvious, the pain unbearable, and I finally noticed how tight the leather was against my skin.

"Elliot, I don’t want to stain the rug. Ah!" I clung to his shoulders as he lifted me into his arms.

With him, I always felt like a delicate doll.

I found myself sitting on his lap, my legs hanging over the edge, the softness of his fur covering my body, the hard muscles of his thighs pressing against my ass.

Suddenly, one of my wildly lustful thoughts popped into my head.

I subtly rubbed against him. I hadn’t seen his "anaconda" in this animal form… Was it hidden in the fur, in some kind of sheath or something?

"Ouch." My disturbing fantasies shattered as the first boot fell off, revealing my swollen foot, looking like a ham.

The other was in the same state. I exhaled in relief, seeing my poor sausage-like toes finally free.

"Elliot... thank you for coming, love. I don’t even know how you got there or how you found us, but thank you."

I hugged his torso and rested my head against his massive chest. I felt so protected by his side.

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