The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 399

ELLIOT

The thrusts became more frantic, the lycan’s hand moving further and further back, plunging deep into the swollen, tender slit.

A rough, pained cry jolted us awake. Vorath immediately sat up, watching as a thin stream of blood trickled between Katherine’s petals.

“No, no, I’ve hurt her, I’ve hurt my mate!” he roared in panic, trying to pull away, but she…

“No, don’t stop, little wolf, I’m fine, don’t be scared… mmm.” She reached back, caressing my lycan’s thigh.

“Just not so rough… ahh… don’t stop now, I’m close, baby, fuck me more, give it to me again… mmm…” Her demanding voice urged us on.

She pushed herself up onto her knees, her fingers stroking the fur, her soft hair fanning against Vorath’s chest, enchanting him with her moans, her erotic movements, still taking us inside, still impaling herself.

Her head tilted back, eyes half-closed in pleasure, but my wolf couldn’t forget, despite the dark temptation.

He laid back over her body carefully, feeling her, wanting her so badly, possessively licking her nape as Kath used his cock, sucking it in and spitting it out as she pleased.

A sweet torture.

“Let’s switch… mmm… you do it… I can’t hold back… sshhh… I can’t… I need to thrust all the way in, my knot… ggggrr… it’s coming out, mark her, fuck, Elliot, mark her for both of us… I need my mate… you owe me…”

For the first time, he spoke to me properly. We agreed—we both needed this woman like we needed to breathe. My body was finally given back to me so I could enjoy her.

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KATHERINE

I was burning, and the pressure in my belly was becoming unbearable. No matter how horny I was, I couldn’t take in any more.

But with just the tip, oh, for heaven’s sake, I was on the brink of cumming again—it would be a sin to stop now!

I felt the change immediately. He licked me again and again, as if reluctant to say goodbye.

The soft fur that brushed against me started to feel hard—pure muscle, tense, drenched in sweat and testosterone.

A heavy weight fell onto my back, pressing my breasts against the carpet. I propped myself up on my elbows, clenching my fists into the fabric as Elliot grew tired of letting me control the rhythm.

I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy when that shaft buried itself to the hilt.

It wasn’t as thick or massive as the beast’s, but it still gave me so much pleasure—made to satisfy me.

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