The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 240

240: Say please darling

Arianna approached the beast in slow steps. Each gentle thud seemed to calm its growl–just slightly, almost inviting.

She wasn’t afraid. It was hini. Still her mate, but in his beast form

She realized she had never seen his form, this close. The Lycan stood tall and broad, dark fur spreading across its skin. Glowing red eyes locked onto her with hunger. Fangs bared at its maw..

She halted before him, lifting a hand to touch his face. A low purr mbled from his chest.

“You look so beautiful, Ash,” she whispered with a soft smile. “It nice to see you’ve finally healed.”

The beast’s breath came ragged, as if struggling to control its instinct, reminding her of the situation.

Now is not the time to coax the beast, Arianna.

He was hungry.

She withdrew her hand and reached to undress, gently sliding the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to her feet.

The beast growled, a terrifying sound that made Arianna wince. Her head throbbed, her legs tightened.

Gritting her teeth, she walked past the beast, holding her breath as she made her way to the bed. The flame from the nearby torch flickered and dimmed, leaving the room darker.

Arianna stood by the bed, eyes closed, her frame naked, vulnerable, an offering. A bead of fluid trailed down her thighs, the air

thick with her scent.

Then, silver scales began to appear on her skin, trailing from her neck down her back, across her arms and legs. They shimmered faintly like a brushed glaze, then settled.

When she opened her eyes, they glowed silver. Her fangs bared, slipping past her lips. Her tongue brushed over them as if savoring the taste. She had half–shifted, a call to Lily, her dragon side. More strength to satisfy her male.

Behind her, the sound of bones creaking echoed, followed by footsteps. Light, yet brimming with power.

Then she felt the heat of her mate’s chest press against her back.

His not–so–furry fingers, ending in grotesque, twisted claws tangled in strands of her silver hair, letting them roll between his

fingers.

“Mine,” his voice growled, beastly and rough. “Little flame… beautiful.”

She melted under the hot breath that fanned her neck, his lips brushing the faint scales on her skin. He pressed closer, and Arianna’s heart jumped at the hardness pressing against her back.

She caught the sight of his shadow. An eerie sheer portrayal of the monster behind her. More beast than man. He was larger now, more terrifying than their first night. No wonder his eyes weren’t reddish–gold anymore, they burned a bloody red.

‘Prepare yourself. You’ll need to feed his beast once it’s healed fully.‘

Evelora, the Seer’s voice echoed in her head.

“Scared?” he whispered, bringing Arianna to notice how hard and fast her heart was pounding. His jaw was on her shoulder, hand circling her neck, tilting it backward.

She couldn’t answer. It was as though her words got stuck in her throat.

Words like, ‘Please get on with it and ruin me.‘

She trembled at the claws gliding along her neck, her pulse thudding violently, as if begging to be torn open and devoured.

His other hand trailed to her breast and squeezed them, so hard st winced. He then took her hardened nipple between his fingers, playing with them while squeezing her neck, choking her it burned her body even more.

“I can smell your fear…” he growled lowly, tongue swiping the side of her neck. “And your desire. They both taste the same to

me.”

His hand left her breast for her waist, claws sinking into her fleshot enough to draw blood, but enough to show his claim. His grip dragged her against his hard, aching length, and a desperate oan left her lips.

“You called me back to life, Ari,” he murmured, voice shaking with barely restrained hunger. “Now feed me. Let me bury myself inside you and never come back.”

Not a request. It was a command.

The next growl sent her bending over. The ache between her legs worsened, as though a heat had hit her ten times harder than usual. Her legs spread apart, mouth parting with a silent, desperate scream. Tears welled in her eyes, back arched so perfectly.

“Take me, please… I beg you,” she groaned loudly, fists curled against the bed.

He didn’t wait. He drove into her from behind, one hand holding her hip and the other tangled in her silver hair. Her cry tore through the dungeon, raw and carnal as the bed creaked beneath the weight of his thrusts.

The sensation that tore through should hurt so bad at the tear of her walls, of not having him for a long time. But instead, the pain that bloomed mixed with relief–pure, blissful relief. Her walls sucked him in like they’ve been waiting. Desperate. Greedy.

They stretched mercilessly. It was what she craved. The kind that reminded her who she truly belonged to.

He didn’t slow. His veiny, fat dîck pounded into her. Punishing. Fatal… maybe. But hell yeah.

Go on, mine.

“Feel that?” a grin spread on the devil’s lips. “Feel the way your folds suck me in like it’s got a life of its own. One that depends on my monster.”

He was breaking her, dragging her with him, into the abyss of madness.

Unintelligent words sprawled from her lips. He consumed her. Mind, body, and soul. Her brain felt like they’ve been shoved- like they weren’t on earth anymore.

Her wet, dripping core pulsed into life by the devious, punishing slam from behind, sending her to the clouds. Pleasure spread through her veins like wild fluids.

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