The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 62

VALERIA

Never, not even in my wildest sexual fantasies, did I imagine being taken by a massive beast in such an intense, dark, and damnably hot way.

My belly feels swollen and full, my pussy stretched to a painful limit, struggling to accommodate the knot of the gigantic lycan who pants and growls behind me, pushing his manhood so deep it feels like he's impaling me.

I'm not afraid.

Desire and a twisted pleasure course through my body.

I want all of him. I want him to fill me completely with his essence, to take me until I lose my mind.

However, when I felt his tongue licking my nape and his canines piercing my skin, I truly felt fear.

My brain chilled for a moment.

Aldric can't find out! He can't know the odd things that dwell inside me, or he'll reject me.

I'm not a fool.

Every clue points to me being connected to the Dark Realm.

I don't want to lose him. I can't let the man I've fallen in love with hate me again.

In the middle of so much overwhelming pleasure, I summon that deep desire to hide it all—just like when I blend into the night, concealing my scent and presence from the senses of werewolves.

All the secrets of my blood, of what I am, I bury deep inside myself in a panic attack, silently praying to the Goddess that Aldric never discovers the truth.

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ALDRIC

I hold my small, lustful treasure against my chest, sitting on the platform of the Goddess's Altar, Valeria unconscious in my arms, straddling my thighs as I wait for my knot to finally subside.

We've done it several times now, and each time has been more incredible than the last.

My entire body vibrates with satisfaction, having this female who challenges and provokes me, who makes every one of my dark, beastly fantasies come true.

I stroke her sweat-dampened hair, clinging to her glowing skin like the moon above us, kissing her trembling eyelids and damp lashes because, in the end, she did cry—from pure pleasure.

Valeria is incredible.

I don't know how I could have even considered letting her go, denying this love that overflows from my chest.

"Because you're an idiot. It doesn't matter how many centuries have passed—some things have only gotten worse," I hear the deep, rough voice of my spirit wolf growl inside me.

"Azarot, don't start. You know my reasons very well. Remember, you were the one who chose to lock yourself away in the first place."

"You said it yourself, d4mn it. My choice! Not because you decided to keep me imprisoned later! While she wasn't here, I preferred not to witness your disgusting orgies trying to fill your loneliness, Aldric. But once she appeared—our mate—how the fuck could you even think of pushing her away, you bastard?! SHE IS MINE!"