The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 397

ELLIOT

“Ggggrrr… mmmm, so good, more, sweetheart, give me more… ssshhhh, you taste like pure heaven, little one… mmm… much better than feeling you through that idiot human of mine…”

I didn’t even respond to my wolf’s insults, lost in his shameless lust, devouring my woman’s breasts.

I was experiencing everything through his sensations and—fuck—this was so damn hot.

I moaned with him, feeling the same desperate urge to mount her as Vorath did, our body trembling and hardening.

Her soft, breathy moans slipping from her parted lips had us both rock-hard.

"Sshhhh… lower, more…" My rough voice begged for what our filthy thoughts craved.

"Don’t tell me… mmmm… how I should fuck my female… damn traitor… sshhhh, spread those legs wider for your mate, baby… mmmm, let me taste that pussy…"

This whole situation, which had started as a way to distract her so I could feed her while she was off guard, was quickly spiraling into something hotter, something far more dangerous.

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KATHERINE

This was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so delicious!

My sensitive nipples were being deliciously tortured, saliva trailing down my skin, his hot, bestial breath huffing in arousal.

I grabbed his ears, caressing his massive head as he buried it beneath my chin.

"Mmmm, baby… sshhh…" I bit my lower lip, trying not to moan like a bitch in heat and wake Lavinia.

Maybe I should be thinking about the power of lycan blood.

No, no, this is dangerous to do here, but I locked the door and… mmmm…

I lifted my hips, legs spread, with him nestled between them, the wetness pooling in my pussy, tingling, demanding attention.

I started grinding against the hard muscles of his body, his fur bringing a sinful, thrilling sensation.

The thick scent of bergamot clouded my senses.

Snorting, I felt him move lower down my body, growling possessively.

His sharp claws slid beneath my short skirt, pushing it up to indecent heights.

I opened my eyes, drunk on lust, just in time to see him grab my leg, lifting it slightly in the air before dragging his tongue over me, slow and deliberate.

Over every bruise, every cut, every wound. He lingered at my knee, patient, again and again.

It tickled, but I realized his saliva was as magical as his blood—maybe it didn’t heal me completely, but the pain nearly vanished.

"Wait, Elliot, no, we shouldn’t…" My words got stuck in my throat as a strangled moan escaped past my lips.

He climbed up my thighs, his beastly hands spreading them apart, with only a thin layer of ruffles keeping him from my soaked heat.

Propped up on my elbows, I watched as the feral beast’s ruby eyes widened, his nostrils flaring before he buried his snout into my aching slit.

“Ssshhh, no…” I said no, yet my legs spread wider. I said no, yet I lifted my hips toward his muzzle, letting him lap at my dripping pussy.

I said no, yet as he moved to rip my panties off, I offered to take them off myself.

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