The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 437

NARRATOR

Silas stared, obsessed, at the woman riding his body, giving him so much pleasure that he was left panting and moaning with lust.

Every time that wet sheath swallowed him and spat him out, he thought he could see the stars and the entire firmament.

Sigrid leaned over his chest and quickened her pace, her hips rolling sensually, her firm buttocks bouncing with each vigorous thrust.

Silas grabbed her tender breasts, caressing and kneading them lasciviously. In a swift motion, he sat up slightly while she clung to his shoulders, fucking him deliciously.

He opened his mouth and eagerly sucked on her rosy areolas, his tongue teasing her hardened nipples.

The taste of her sweat drove him insane, her hurried moans, the shudder of her body when she came with his cock buried deep inside her.

"Silas!" Sigrid moaned loudly, spilling over him, her lips parted, her wolf pupils narrowing—she was on the verge of her heat.

She grabbed his moonlit hair, and Silas immediately exposed his neck while thrusting up into her, chasing his own release.

"Ggrrr," he growled through clenched teeth as he felt her fangs pierce his skin, drinking his powerful blood.

His balls tightened fiercely, and his cock pumped his seed, filling his woman's depths.

He gasped and huffed like a beast, plunging to the hilt as he listened to her gulp down his essence.

Filled on both ends, so utterly satisfied… for now. After a few seconds, they embraced.

Silas pulled her against his chest, rolling onto the bed with her.

His cock still throbbed inside her soft flesh.

"Mmmm, my delicious male…" Sigrid murmured, kissing his nipples with a nasal, teasing voice.

The King simply stroked her short, jet-black hair.

Every time they finished making love, he was left with that bittersweet feeling.

He would sink into the depths of his mate and stay there, waiting for a miracle to happen for both of them.

Closing his eyes, he held her tighter.

What if one day she decided that their world of two was not enough? Would she look at his mother’s pups and think she would never have her own?

"Silas…" Sigrid's soft voice was muffled against his muscles.

The Specter King realized his thoughts had seeped into their bond, reaching his mate.

"Today is the meeting between the two realms. I left an opening for your people. How do you think it will go?" He changed the conversation completely, staring out the rustic wooden window.

Outside, a thrush sang, and the branches swayed gently in the wind.

His fingertips lazily traced the sexy curve of her back.

"I think it's going to be a disaster," Sigrid sighed, revealing her thoughts, unwilling to dwell on her man's insecurities.

"Especially since you refused to go." She propped herself up on his firm chest, watching him.

"You were smelling too intense. I didn’t want you near any man, especially with your heat so close," he replied in a husky tone.

Sigrid got lost in the two radiant suns of his eyes.

"Are you saying I smelled like a skunk, Mr. King?" she teased, puffing her cheeks in mock offense.

The smirk tugging at the corner of Silas's mouth pleased her immensely.

"You know what I mean, and your scent of arousal is the most irresistible aphrodisiac I've ever smelled in my life," he told her, utterly enamored with this Selenia, kissing the tip of her nose.

"Quinn, just drop it." The icy blue eyes locked onto the lycan before him.

"If I intimidate the females of our race, what do you think the elementals will feel? I heard they’re more delicate and powerless. Do you really think a fancy suit is going to hide these muscles and my size?"

He flexed his arm, where two leather straps barely held, and Quinn thought they might snap under the strain.

Beof was impressive—a great warrior, loyal, and despite his massive build, Quinn knew that deep down, his friend had the heart of a softie.

"Well, at least don’t scare them away on purpose, Beof. The Goddess has someone for you. Don’t give up," he said, resigning himself to the matter—for now.

Beof watched as the dark mist outside cleared, revealing lush green fields.

He would’ve given anything to be galloping instead of riding like some damsel in a carriage. The endless protocol suffocated him.

He didn't even know why the king had forced him to come when Quinn was the diplomat.

Or rather, he did know. Beof ran a hand over his shaved head.

This also gave him a chance to find the woman meant to accompany him in his lonely life—the one he longed for, the one he had dreamed of endlessly.

And yet… who would ever want to stay with a beast like him?

He closed his striking blue eyes for a moment. He’d stand guard outside while Quinn handled all the formalities.

He wasn’t made for this shit, and all he wanted was to return home.

But the Goddess was capricious, hiding treasures in the most unexpected places.

Lycan Beof was about to find what he had sought for centuries.

Yet, as if it were some cruel joke of fate, once again, he would have to walk away from his happiness.