The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation (Valeria) novel Chapter 462

BEOF

"Do you come inside every prostitute you sleep with?" she finally responded, her question a bit strange.

Her voice—low, vibrant, confident—was driving me insane.

We locked eyes, and I could swear I saw a hint of reproach in hers.

"No, actually, I don’t usually do that. But with you, I will. Is that a problem? Don’t they use those potions here to prevent pups?" I frowned slightly.

I really hoped she’d let me finish inside her. I didn’t think I’d be able to pull out at the last second.

She seemed lost in thought.

I started to grow anxious, especially when her gaze dropped to my cock, now making a very familiar tent in my pants.

"Please don’t reject me. Damn it, don’t reject me," I found myself even begging in my head.

Her small hand lowered, exploring, and I let her. She was going to see it sooner or later. It wasn’t like I could change anything about it.

Better a quick pain than a slow one—if she was going to say no, better to do it now.

For the first time, I felt like I might hit rock bottom in a brothel if she outright kicked me to the curb.

"Mmnnn…" I gritted my teeth and pressed my lips to the crown of her lowered head, inhaling her scent as she stroked my cock over the fabric.

Her touch was a little hesitant.

I really didn’t think this girl had much experience in the brothel.

"Even better. I haven’t smelled the fresh scent of another male on her, and that’s making me euphoric," my wolf growled, satisfied.

"Baby, sshhh, let’s go to a room. If you keep touching me like this, I swear I’ll kidnap you whether you want it or not… mmnn," my ass clenched when she squeezed my rock-hard shaft.

My veins pumped hot blood, keeping my cock standing at full attention.

"One thousand for every time you come. How many times do you plan on fucking me?" she finally responded, lifting her head.

She took my hand and pulled it out from between her legs, stepping away. I missed her warmth immediately.

My lust-fueled brain processed her words.

"I think I misunderstood… one thousand for the night?"

"One thousand for every time that giant cock of yours comes inside me. If you do it only once, then just one thousand," she replied, defiant, lifting her chin.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing those succulent mountains up even more.

My brain was about to short-circuit.

One thousand for each fuck?! THIS WAS STRAIGHT-UP EXTORTION!

"I think you and I both know that price is… unfair…"

Her tongue slipped out, licking over my Adam’s apple as it bobbed when I swallowed.

"… Because if I don’t enjoy it, I’ll be the one paying you a thousand gold coins to get the hell out of my bed."

She even had the nerve to threaten me, and the worst part? It made me even harder!

This was my heat, definitely my heat season.

At this point, I didn’t know who the real prostitute was—her or me.

Her lips trembled under mine as I moved them with firm hunger, my tongue pushing in to wreak havoc inside her hot mouth.

I tasted her deliciously, drank in her muffled moans—I couldn’t hold back anymore.

By all the gods, I needed to see her naked under me now.

Reluctantly, I pulled away, a thin strand of silver hanging between our lips.

Her cheeks were flushed, her gaze unfocused. I don’t think I had ever seen a woman want me like this, and it was driving me insane.

I didn’t know if I was hallucinating—maybe I was lying to myself, letting my desperate desire cloud everything.

Maybe I just needed to believe that she truly wanted me for who I was.