The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: A visit

Falcon placed his fist on his chest. “Yes, Your Grace.”

Rickon let out a soft whimper, biting his lips hard. Tears were literally running down his face.

Duncan waved his hand, dismissing them. As they left, his gaze settled on Arianna, who seemed to be trying to hold in her laughter by pressing her lips together.-

His eyes lingered on her. She shouldn’t look this beautiful–that was why he had thought Nyra had done too much dressing her up when he first saw her.

Smooth, radiant golden skin, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, and full lips. Especially when she released them from the pressure of biting, wet and inviting.

No wonder the Lords and noble’s went crazy in the grand court at her trial.

Now that he thought of it, his expression shifted to a cold one.

“Those bloody fools!‘ Ash growled beneath the surface, and Duncan agreed.

‘Mine is beautiful,‘ Ash muttered, the voice vibrating in his head like a soft melody, but Duncan said nothing, only staring as he continued studying her.

The gown she wore clung to her feminine features, especially the swell of her chest, as the corset remained tightly fastened around her slender waist, it revealed the glimpse of the gentle curve of her breast.

The way those peaches had felt when he held them that night in her chamber… Made for his hold.

Ash rumbled beneath. ‘Perhaps we should pin her on this table and fûck the day and light out of—‘

‘Ash, retreat!‘

Duncan snapped before his Lycan could finish.

He was not going to feed that partial bond–not until her wolf returned to clear the complications. He couldn’t afford to make a wrong decision.

Too late the image of Arianna with her legs spread, wrapping around his torso, her back pressed against the table, his hand around her neck, her full lips parted, moaning and begging for more as he thrust deep inside her–flashed in his mind.

Alongside with the sight of his cum dripping out of her wet core while she trembled after climaxing under his wîcked hold, many times.

‘Take her!‘

Duncan abruptly stood, and his sudden action made Arianna’s amusement quickly disappear.

He approached her, and she stood, giving him a light bow.

“Do not think you’ve escaped the punishment for lying under my name. I’ll think of a suitable consequence for you. Go back to your quarters,” Duncan said, then strode out of the room.

As he left, Arianna bit her lip at his words–but then the scene of the guards being punished flashed in her mind.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. Her gaze fell on her wine, and she drank it until the last drop.

A satisfying sighed left her lips.

“Ah… right, I need to see Lylah,” she muttered to herself. But then a thought struck her–there was so much delicious food on the table, and it was definitely going to waste.

She’d take it to Lylah instead.

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Outside the Palace… Pleasure House}

“We’ve arrived, my lady.”

Valkyrie nodded at her personal guard’s announcement and pulled the hood of her cloak to conceal her face before stepping out with the help of the guard.

A sigh left her lips as she stared at the building.

“Why did he have me meet him here of all places?” she mumbled to herself before stepping inside.

The music inside was low and sultry, barely masking the soft moans and laughter coming from the closed doors.

A lady dressed in thin fabric that barely covered her feminine part stepped forward to welcome them. Judging from her regal appearance, she seemed to be the mistress of the house.

“Welcome, it’s an honor to have you here,” she greeted in a calm voice. “My name is Isla, how may I help you?”

Valkyrie’s guard leaned in and whispered some words into the mistress’s ear while Valkyrie kept her head low. The mistress of the house was a little stunned. She gave a light bow to Valkyrie, then gestured. “This way, my lady. Valkyrie was led upstairs and through a small corridor, then into a room.

Isla gave a gentle knock on the door. “You have a visitor, sire.”

“Let her in,” a deep, commanding voice sounded from inside.

The door creaked open, and Valkyrie stepped in, her eyes settling on her older brother sitting on one of his couches.

In between his legs was a Harlot with her mouth stuffed with his cock, her head bobbing up and down its length.

Valkyrie rolled her eyes. “Disgusting. Brother, you should have warned me.”

“What did you expect in a pleasure house, sister? Care to join me?” Toran asked, his grip on the woaman’s hair tightening. “What took you so long to answer my call? And why didn’t you come to the palace instead? You prefer coming to this disgusting place?”

She removed her disguise and set it down on the table beside her.

“Disgusting? Oh, you have no idea how much these bitches are enjoyable. You should try them, they pleasure women too,” Toran smirked, and Valkyrie shot him a glare. His voice became serious. “I’ve been busy. As the next Alpha of Black Iron Pack, I needed to help Father in every way.”

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