The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 128

GABRIELLE

Damn it, it’s the white sorceress—but she’s not alone. The rich scent of apples seeps into my nose, impetuous and dominant.

How the hell can I get rid of this relentless man?

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"Help me remove her bandages. The medicine I applied should have done its job by now..."

"Wait, sorceress!" I grab her hand almost by accident. "Can’t you do that alone? If not, wait for my daughter or another woman to help you…"

"Valeria is busy and pregnant. Do you really want to burden her even more? Or have her worry about seeing you injured?" His firm, masculine voice leaves me no room to refuse.

I press my lips together, annoyed. I certainly don’t want to add more weight to my daughter’s shoulders, but why can’t this useless witch do it herself? It’s just removing a bandage!

"I’m allowing him to stay because he’s your mate. I believe it’s best for him to know how to care for you," the sorceress explains with respect but firmness.

They used to tremble in my presence, and now they even dare to support this situation. It seems the whole damn realm already knows I have a mate.

"Do whatever you want," I finally give in, not wanting to make a scene.

I feel the blanket being slowly pulled away, and suddenly, I feel a bit shy.

I’ve never been the introverted type. I always knew how to stir lust and desire in men—that wild, no-strings-attached passion, short-lived and consuming, had always been my favorite.

Only with my former mate did I have a steady relationship.

"This is how it’s done. Remove the rest while I prepare the healing bath."

I hear the woman’s footsteps moving away, and then an overwhelming presence leans over me—warm and protective.

His hands are large and strong, yet they touch my legs and arms delicately, almost as if afraid to break me.

"Wait, if you guide me, I can do it myself," I lift my hands, reaching for the front of my nightgown, where his fingers are undoing the buttons over my chest.

He takes my hands in his, larger and firm, not letting go as he continues undressing me, leaving me vulnerable to his gaze.

I don’t even know how I look. I think part of my chest is injured too—I must look awful.

Then an absurd idea crosses my mind—I need to disgust him. If he wants to do his charity work with me, let him do it until he feels sick.

"I’m tired, just continue on your own," I turn my head to the side, giving him the control he so desperately wants.

I try to stay calm, but for some reason, I'm getting nervous. Damn this man!

My nightgown is opened, and I clench my teeth when his knuckles graze my sensitive nipples as he undresses me.

Every chance he gets, his fingers brush against my healthy skin.

He lowers his head, and his warm breath falls onto my stomach. I can clearly hear his heart pounding fast and strong as he removes the last barrier protecting me from his intense gaze.

“Lift your hips a little,” his deep, husky voice commands, low and seductive. I arch up slightly, feeling my cotton underwear slide down my thighs and legs.

I swallow hard, not so convinced anymore that this was a good plan. I lift my chin defiantly, knowing he’s watching me, lying there naked on the bed.