The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 9

VALERIA

"Mmmm," I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud when those sexy, long fingers began stroking my clit, right at the entrance of my pussy, teasing it deliciously, making me shudder with pleasure and arch my back.

It had been so long since I last had sex, and the few times with Dorian, he would just penetrate me and be done with it—no foreplay, no concern for my pleasure.

Nothing like the passionate, wild Lycan on top of me now.

"Spread your legs wider. I'm going to mount you," he suddenly ordered with that voice that sounded more like an animal.

But his command was what snapped me back to my senses.

Especially when he shifted slightly and I felt him grab his hard cock, rubbing the wet tip between my closed thighs and against my ass, seeking the path to my dripping entrance.

"Nn... no..." I managed to pant between gasps, and I heard his annoyed snort.

A sharp but not painful tug at my hair forced my head back, my elbows trembling under the weight of my body.

"Wasn't this what you wanted? The same as all the others? For me to fuck you?" he growled angrily, and his words were all I needed to break free from the bubble of wine and lust I had been trapped in.

"NO! I don't want this!" I answered firmly, all my heat vanishing in an instant.

"I didn't drug you! I don't want to have sex with you! Please, Your Majesty, come to your senses!"

"Liar! I can smell your lust—you want me, woman! Your scent is driving me insane! You can't fool me, Valeria. Stop pretending and open your legs already!" he roared impatiently.

His hands touched me again, trying to return to where we had been moments before, but his own words had killed the moment.

This time, I fought back for real—with everything I had, resisting and struggling to break free from his control.

"Let me go! Let me go now! I don't want this! I DON'T WANT THIS!" I screamed wildly, thrashing beneath his powerful body, and suddenly, I felt him freeze.

I braced myself to be killed on the spot.

No one said no to King Aldric.

But the weight on my back lifted, and I heard the sound of chains dragging away.

"Then leave, Valeria," the King's voice sounded different this time, as if he had managed to regain some self-control.

"Your Majesty, I didn't give you anything..." I turned, trembling, clutching the torn nightgown with shaking hands and curling my legs to protect myself.

"GET OUT OF HERE NOW, OR I WILL FUCK YOU WHETHER YOU WANT IT OR NOT!" His thunderous roar shook the walls, making my heart pound with terror.

I scrambled to my feet in a clumsy rush, stumbling, my legs weak like jelly, but I managed to run, racing up the stairs without daring to look back at the darkness where the most dangerous beast in this castle lurked.

I reached his chamber but didn't stop running until I was in the dining room.

A fold in the rug, mixed with my clumsy steps and overwhelming fear, caused me to fall flat on my face.

I caught myself on my hands, barely avoiding smashing my scarred face against the floor.

He stood tall on his powerful hind legs and shook the water off his body.

It seemed he intended to head into the foggy, pitch-dark forest surrounding the pack's lands.

But then, suddenly, he turned back toward the castle—and I could swear those blood-red beastly eyes locked onto mine, piercing straight through me, making every part of my body tremble in fear.

Even from this distance, my teeth chattered uncontrollably.

He roared—a furious, threatening sound. His rage filled the night air, and I didn’t even know why I was still alive.

And I wondered how long his mercy would last.

The Lycan King vanished into the dark mist.

He thought I had poisoned him with some aphrodisiac.

But if he only ate the food I had served him, it was obvious someone had taken advantage of my brief distraction to frame me.

I didn’t know why he had left, but when he returned, even if he believed I was innocent, he would surely want my head for my mistake—just like that woman he had discarded at my feet on my first day here.

I gripped my torn nightgown so tightly my knuckles turned white. I had to make a decision.

Turning, I ran to my room, panic coursing through my veins.

I wouldn’t stay here, waiting to die.