The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: The maid

A low growl tore out of Duncan’s throat as his tongue dove further, greedily. His teeth gently grazed her soft flesh, causing her to scream; her body shook as pleasure rippled through her.

Her back arched perfectly for his tongue to penetrate deeper.

“Oh Gawd!… Your Grace!” she cried out, more fluidly, and Duncan drank it all in. He thrust his tongue in and out, his Lycan, Ash still raging inside him, too greedily.

His hand shot out to reach her chest, grabbing her left breast, perfectly fitting in his hold. As if her body was made for him. Him alone.

Devour her!

Yet, subtle anger lingered within him. How could a mere slave trigger him this way? Effortlessly. A slave without a wolf, denying claim of being a traitor at the Grand Court.

She had broken the rules several times. The first was when she met his gaze. A slave who looked their master straight in the eyes faced punishment, but he was occupied by that strange pull.

Duncan despised hearing the cries of defiance during the slave trial. Or perhaps, over the years, none had defended themselves before him.

They simply confessed and accepted their punishment.

Lust! Possession! Emotions swirled in him like tidal waves, hitting the shore hard. Burning inside him like lava.

The more Duncan ravished her like his last meal, the more he wanted. His claws slightly dug into her skin, drawing out blood.

Her cries of pleasure were immediately replaced with pain.

“You’re hurting me!” she screamed, but Duncan didn’t register any of it. Her voice came as a low whisper, barely reaching his ears. Instead, he kept her in place, trapping her.

He felt too hot. Too hot.

His hands left her and tore the nightdress, revealing his naked frame, muscles rippling under his skin. Utterly terrifying.

In the dark, he flipped her over and pinned her upper body to the bed. Then he pulled out his member, erect and hard, precum glittering at its tip. His erection was almost too painful.

Arianna’s racing heart reached his ears as he collared her neck, then without warning, he thrust into her-hard and deep.

Arianna’s scream echoed through the walls. He pulled out to his tip, then slammed back in. Her body jolted, eyes shutting.

She cried, but his thrusts remained punishing and brutal, hitting every part of her walls.

Duncan’s eyes flicked down to her folds; the way they sucked his phallus with each thrust was one of the most exciting things he had ever seen.

He held her back, spreading her legs further and thrusting into her at a menacing pace.

Her hands clenched the sheets as if her life depended on it.

Duncan snarled, his claws growing longer, eyes glowing in the dark… Mine. His Lycan growled.

Lucas stood at the corner of the training ground, his piercing gaze sweeping through the row of warriors training under the

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bright moon. The cool breeze brushed against his hard face, his hair blowing behind him.

Swords glittered, clashing against each other and emitting sparks that flew across the air. Their bodies glistened with sweat.

Lucas frowned upon spotting a strangely familiar figure. It was a girl. A maid?

She was in a duel with one of the warriors, who was twice her size. Lucas’ blank gaze shifted and was replaced with curiosity. Her long blonde hair flowed as she fought with intensity burning in her eyes.

It was obvious this wasn’t her first time holding a sword. Those moves couldn’t be learned in just a single day. Her movements were fast; though the guard seemed stronger, it looked as if he was struggling to keep up with her.

One of the warriors, a young male spotted Lucas in the dark corner. His eyes widened as he froze in place.

“My Lord!” He bowed, his head almost touching his knee. His loud voice triggered awareness among the other soldiers. They all chorused their greetings and bowed.

The blonde maid, however, hid behind one of the soldiers.

“I can see you, girl,” Lucas’ voice rang out, deep and commanding. “Step forward.”

Slowly, she stepped out, meeting his gaze for a brief moment before pinning it back to the floor. Worry flashed in the gaze of some warriors, but they dared not interfere.

“Your name?” Lucas asked.

“Brigid, My Lord.”

Brigid. Lucas had heard that name before. “You’re a maid. What part do you serve?”

Brigid swallowed, her eyes flashing with fear, but she kept her composure.

“The Sacred Moon wing. I serve under Madam Selene, my Lord.”

Right, no wonder she looked familiar. She was the maid who mostly followed Madam Selene.

“And what are you doing here in the military sector? You’re not assigned here, so why trespassing? Clearly, this isn’t your first time,” Lucas’ voice carried a sense of dread that made her tremble under his piercing gaze.

“I am sorry, my Lord,” Brigid said, her voice barely audible. “Being a warrior has been my dream ever since I was little. My late father served the citadel as one and taught me a few tricks… but…” She paused, her hands clenching together. “After my parents died, I wasn’t granted access to be assigned here to train as a warrior.” Brigid bowed deeper. “Please forgive me, My Lord.”

Lucas stared at her for what felt like an eternity, his gaze pinning the maid in place in silence. Finally, his voice cut through,

deep and commanding.

“Pass me a dagger.”

Brigid’s body went rigid as Lucas took a sword from the soldier.

Lucas picked the sword from the guard and tilted his head slightly at Brigid.

“Pick up your weapon,” he ordered, and Brigid’s face lost its color.

Concern and shock flashed in the eyes of many warriors watching. Was Lucas about to spar with a girl? Oh heavens. They could only pity Brigid.

Those who had once sparred with Lucas knew that apart from the King, this man was the strongest-incredibly fast and calculative, Each strike was brutal and deadly.

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