The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Her mate

“Lylah, you’ve got to go back,” Falcon said. “Whatever’s going on in your head right now is a really bad idea ”

“Mate,” Lylah sneered.

Falcon’s body rigid. Before he could even process what he’d just heard, she jumped in.

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath and followed her inside.

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The interior was dark, but thanks to their heightened senses under the full moon, their vision adjusted enough to see ahead.

A low growl rumbled from behind the barricades. Something dark and dangerous was waiting.

“Lylah, stop!” Falcon grabbed her arm, but she snapped:

Her claws nearly slashed him, and though he dodged in time, she pinned him to the wall, eyes blazing.

“Stop following me!” she growled. She was losing control–her thoughts no longer clear.

The scent. The heat prickling her skin. It was unbearable. She was panting, in between her thighs was aching with need.

“He might hurt you. He might kill you,” Falcon warned.

She should listen but it was already too late. Her head felt like it would split open if she didn’t get to him.

“Open it,” she demanded.

“No. I’m not letting you go in there. We need to leave before our scent enrages him.”

Crash!

Both their heads whipped toward the barricade. Falcon’s eyes widened. Lylah’s heart jumped into her throat.

A pair of golden, feral eyes flashed behind the bars. The beast was pulling back.

Then–slam!

The barricades trembled under a brutal hit. A few more strikes and he’d burst through.

“Oh gods…” Falcon muttered. “We need to get out. I have to close the tree.”

“He’s coming for me,” Lylah whispered.

“Lylah-”

“I said I’m his mate. Can you trust me? Maybe I can save him. Maybe I can bring him back.”

Falcon trembled, caught between risking both their lives or stopping the beast and forcing Lylah out. But Lylah couldn’t be forced. Not with that fire in her eyes.

And leaving her behind… gods, no.

“Falcon,” she said softly. “I’m not going to die. Just go. Lock the tree.”

Slam. One more hit and the barricades would give in.

“Go!” she shouted.

Falcon cursed. “Whatever happens, if you can’t take it, scream my name for help.”

“And if I don’t scream your name, under no circumstances should you open the lever. Promise?”

Falcon growled, “I promise.”

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He stormed out just before Lucas‘ Lycan form slammed into the barricade, bursting it open and leaving a wide gap for the beast to walk through.

The tree sealed from the outside, and the weight of her decision pressed heavy on her shoulders. “Crazy” didn’t even begin to define what she was doing. This could be the end of her journey.

But her mind was a storm–scattered and frantic.

The Lycan circled her, sneering, eyes glowing, hideous fangs flashing. Its paws, armed with deadly claws that could slice her in a single blow, moved with both grace and menace.

Its frame was massive, at least two and a half times her size. Its wigs were edged like blades, its black fur blending with the shadows around it.

Lylah’s pulse quickened. She stepped back slowly, her feet guiding her toward the broken barricade.

The Lycan advanced, pausing where Falcon had stood, and then stepped forward again as she moved back, now entering the

barricades.

It was darker here, the air more bone–chilling. The Lycan followed her inside… and waited.

Beneath the chaos swirling in its glowing eyes, there was a flicker something she recognized.

Her trembling hands reached for the ropes binding her clothes. One by one, they slipped loose, her garments pooling silently at her feet. She stepped out, bare.

Her breasts were round, a natural C–cup. Her figure, usually hidden beneath combat gear and tunics, was striking. Her skin, marked by scars and inked with tattoos.

Nervousness washed over her. She bit her lip hard. How was this even supposed to work?

The Lycan roared suddenly, the sound releasing a wave of pheromones that slammed into her like a force.

She cried out at the overwhelming heat that bloomed between her thighs sending her crashing on her knees. It was her heat but this was nothing like before.

It hurt. Gods, it hurt.

Her legs spread instinctively, her elbows trembling against the cold stone floor.

A command. A mate command. Submit.

She lifted her gaze. The beast was no longer at the entrance. Her pulsed quickened.

Then warmth.

She felt heat behind her and heard the sickening yet powerful sound of bones shifting. She glanced over her shoulder, slowly, cautiously.

He stood there, not fully beast, not fully man.

A half–shift.

She had never seen him like this before, and the sight triggered every nerve in her body.

Muscular arms, clawed fingers still tipped with fur. His face twisted in a snarl, yet unmistakably…

Lucas.

It was still him.

Somewhere in there, he was still her mate.

Her gaze dragged down and she swallowed. His length was spranging hard, tackling with vein and glinting with precum at the

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tip.

Fuck. That size should be illegal. Could she even take it?

He hovered over her frame, nearly twice her size, breathing raggedy. His sharp fangs slightly parted, his tongue slipping out to brush against her slick folds.

She didn’t recognize the sound that escaped her mouth. Soft like she was in the cloud.

Her claws scraped the ground slowly, her body instinctively moving against his tongue as he brushed her folds again, slower this time, more deliberate.

The ache doubled. The need for something she couldn’t fully understand made her head spin.

“Please…”

She wasn’t even sure what that means. She simply want him.

He gripped her waist, almost too tightly. The bite of his claws against her skin made her hissed.

Then her head was pinned to the ground, her back arching perfectly, positioning her for his large manhood to press at her entrance.

Lylah flinched at the thickness nudging her wet core. Even though her body screamed for whatever was coming, her heart pounded wildly with fear.

One of his hands gripped her hip, the other tangled in her hair… a position she could only describe as: no escape.

Without warning, he thrust–hard and deep.

Pain ripped through her core, and her scream echoed off the walls like thunder.

Meanwhile, in cold large cave the Werewolves prisoner had been kept…

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