The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 241

241: Her wild male

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It had been a long while since Arianna found herself at the mercy this much.

someone. It had been even longer since she craved to beg

But she needed it. That halfway stop wasn’t something she could handle.

Not when she was so close.

“Pleeesseee!!! Dun…” A vein pulsed on her neck and forehead, desperation etched into every line of her face.

He listened, pounding to the depth, savaging that spot that drove her to the edge. Her body bounced wildly at the thrusts.

Then the snap came. Savage.

Arianna screamed as her orgasm hit hard. It shattered her bones. Her soul. Her vision darkened. She squirmed, her body convulsing around his cock, milking it with her fluid.

Never had she come this hard. It’s the kind that leaves one pulverized, no crumbs left. But that wasn’t the case when it came to Duncan and his madness. Even crumbs were something he could shatter.

He locked her hips in place, continuing to thrust. Not slowing down once, despite the wreckage from her release. He continued to plunge in, relentless.

And her body took it. Too much–but it took it.

Her moans soared high, striking the walls.

Fuck, maybe even the heavens could hear her. Before she could process it, another violent release tore through her.

He released his seed as well, pouring his hot release deep inside her. It drove her over the edge.

Her eyes flew back into their sockets, whites showing, lips parted, toes curling, and claws digging into the bed sheets, ripping them apart.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Arianna was breathing hard, like she’d just been forced back to earth. He allowed her time to relax before flipping her over and hovering above her frame, then latched his mouth onto hers in a wild, hungry manner, devouring her whole.

Arianna responded with the same hunger, her tongue entangling with his own, fighting for dominance. He lifted her from the

bed, carried her to the nearby table, and settled her there.

Legs spread apart, locking his frame in.

Her moan slipped free, vibrating through his mouth. She was soaked again, craving more, despite how her two releases had

drained her.

As the kiss grew harder, Arianna’s body ignited. She didn’t realize her fangs had grazed his lower lip until she tasted blood.

When she did, she nearly pulled away, but Duncan–still holding her neck in a dominant grip–pulled her back and did the same to her lips. Blood trickled down both their chins, but they kissed it off each other.

He pulled away and stared at her with a look that said:

Where have you been all my goddamn centuries?‘

‘Curse the heavens for taking so long to let me meet you.‘

And bless them that you’re finally here.‘

“Like that?” he whispered hoarsely. The cut on his lip had already healed. So had hers.

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241 Het wild male

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Arianna nodded. Crazy to find herself doing so, but fuck… that was too sexy not to love. It was like a new darker part of her had just awoken. Thrilling.

This male was the only one capable of bringing out that part of her

Just like the night they fucked in the woods.

“I love it,” she smirked.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then went for her neck, ravaging it. Sucking, grazing, and leaving red marks as a claim.

Duncan’s skin was smooth now, his hard, toned, muscular body having regained its strength–stronger, even. Like he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves. Every line was perfection, pulsing under her touch.

“All yours,” he whispered against her neck, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

She leaned up to his shoulder and gave him a bite–not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to show her claim, just like he always did to her.

Then she soothed it with her wet, warm tongue, trailing up his neck, across his jaw, and stopping at his lips.

“What?” she whispered while he stared. “You’re not the only one who gets to mark what belongs to them.”

Duncan smirked. “Do you have any idea how easily that could make me lose the last shred of control I have left?”

Arianna’s grin widened, sultry. Her thumb brushed his bottom lip as her eyes flickered, half–lidded and daring. Then she reached up to do the same along his neck—

Harder. Just enough to make him groan.

gods, that sound was too sexy. She should do this more often.

She leaned back just enough to look him in the eye.

“That’s exactly what I want, mine,” she murmured, trailing a hand from his neck down to his chest. “Lose it… come undone for me. I came prepared.”

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She kissed him slow, deliberate, tongue sliding over his like sin. Her legs curled tighter around his waist, hips grinding against him in silent plea. She moaned into his mouth.

Her hand finally reached his hard member.

Hard… and ready to wreck her again. She felt the veins throbbing against her palm.

“You’re mine too, Duncan,” she whispered against his lips, voice taunting, “Every brutal thrust. Every savage growl. Every

broken breath. Mine.”

He suddenly gripped her hair, yanking it back.

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