The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 177

CELINE

I trembled from head to toe, aroused by his fingers groping my pussy, the pressure tightening in his grip on my hair.

Nervous, my heart pounded like crazy, my lips still slick with traces of his essence.

"I… I…" I fell silent in my consciousness. I had given my vampiric side full reign in this encounter. I wanted to see what she would say in my defense.

"Tell me, Camilla, did Celine practice with many men? Did you watch her do this many times, devouring other cocks like you just devoured mine?"

Shit, these jealous fits are irrational! And why the fuck is that savage look turning me on more than scaring me?!

"No!" she instantly denied, shaking her head frantically, but it was painfully obvious she was a terrible liar. "She hasn’t… she’s barely mated with any males… just… just out of necessity…"

"Is that so? Then how did you learn?"

"Because… because we like you so much. We want to please you… did we do it that badly?"

"That’s it, Camilla!" I gave her a mental thumbs-up—at least she wasn’t a traitor.

Suddenly, Zarek bit down on my lower lip, making me hiss in pain and pleasure, every pore on my body shuddering.

"So, you're just an inexperienced girl who only wants to please me. Celine, just the thought of you sucking someone else off like that makes me want to kill."

His bloodthirsty intentions slammed into me head-on, and I could barely meet his ruby eyes.

I swallowed down the bitter truth—he had done this with other women too.

"But I believe in Camilla. So, since you’ve only been this passionate with me… let’s practice. I want Celine to take control at all times." He whispered in my ear, and I knew what was coming—a delicious punishment, just for me.

Minutes later, I was lying on my back, my hands bound to the headboard with black ribbons, my legs spread wide, my ankles tied to the bedposts.

“Mmmnn,” I moaned, his massive cock pumping between my lips, fucking my mouth as Zarek gripped my hair, pushing me forward to take him deeper.

My jaw ached, my saliva spilled uncontrollably, my tongue twisting desperately to please him.

I could barely breathe, looking up at him—his hips thrusting, his strong abdomen flexing, hands gripping the headboard, straddling my chest.

Goddess… all I could do was passively accept as he shoved that delicious length into my throat, nearly swallowing him whole.

His moans and hisses filled my ears. His pleasure was intensifying—I could feel it in the frantic way he pounded into my mouth.

Just when I thought he was about to come, he pulled out, his rigid shaft slipping from between my lips. He moved over me, pressing me down, dominant and relentless.

His mouth crashed against mine, rough, passionate, crazed.

My cry of pleasure melted into his husky growl as he finally thrust into me, lifting one of my legs and plunging into my folds, which clenched around him in bliss.

I felt my pussy stretching inch by inch to take his massive cock.

Our sweat-slicked bodies moved together in a seamless rhythm, our panting mixing with the continuous creaks of the bed.

And in the midst of this wild storm of pleasure, the most beautiful words made our hearts race.

"I, the Dark Prince Zarek Vlad, claim you as my mate. I offer you my protection, my tormented, fragmented soul—but one that beats in love with every part of you. My mate, I beg you, if you accept me, I will never make you regret letting me into your world."

Mía howled wildly at the sacred words of the wolf’s claim. A lump formed in my throat, and a few tears slipped from my golden eyes—just like my Alpha’s.

Joy fluttered in my chest.

"I accept you. I, just Celine, just a simple hybrid, desire you as my mate, my friend, my lover, the other half of my soul. Mine, forever and always."

I accepted the mate bond in the true way of the wolves. And when his fangs sank into my nape, I could only drown in an intense orgasm that wiped my mind blank.

I roared, my head tilting back, my wolf’s canines bared, barely containing the shift to my animal form. My body melted in pleasure, adrenaline surging through my veins, the scent of blood lingering in the air.

Zarek slit his wrist and offered me his vein.

"Mía, you’re mine, little wolf. When your heat comes, I’ll have a surprise for you—just the two of us, playing in the forest."

He murmured filthy promises to my wolf, who spun in the sea of her consciousness, playful and seductive in a way I had never seen before.

She wagged her tail under his caresses—like a shameless bitch—after swearing she would hate vampires to the death.