The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 105: Chapter 105

Duncan paced his room, thinking of several ways to tell Lucas about Arianna’s identity. He knew Lucas wouldn't take the news lightly—especially when he knew about the plans Duncan had for Arianna.
Lucas had been deeply traumatized by the war. Imagine watching his pregnant mother being raped and brutalized at a young age, then being forced to accept a sudden rush of power to face a terrifying battle.
It had taken him a long time to come to terms with reality of Arianna's bloodline, mostly because of the mate bond and the beautiful soul his woman had.
However, when it came to Lucas—Duncan truly didn’t know how he’d react. Lucas’ arrival was announced, and the door creaked open.
Lucas spoke as soon as he entered. “Your Highness, there's a message from the Emissaries.”
Duncan’s eyes darkened.
“They found the rogue leader and requested either your presence or mine,” Lucas explained, and Duncan’s expression darkened even more. “I’ll go.”
“No,” Duncan cut in sharply. “I’ll send one of the Nobles. If they don’t accept that, then they can come themselves.”
“They solved the mystery we’ve been trying to track for over many months now. They've caught the leader, Duncan. I have to be there.”
Duncan cast him a worried look.
“I know what you're thinking, dear friend, but I’ll be fine. He knows you can’t leave the Citadel. He wants me to come... but I’ll be fine.” Lucas stepped forward and handed the scroll to Duncan.
Duncan read the contents and nearly sneered. “So full of himself. That bastard,” he muttered, rolling the scroll back up. “He didn’t even show up for the Grand Festival, and now just because he did this, he’s acting all high and mighty. Who knows—maybe this fool is the rogue leader himself.”
Lucas sighed, understanding Duncan's frustration. “My transportation is being prepared. I’ll leave very soon. You have things to take care of, and I’ll be back before you know it.”
Duncan sighed, his expression tight with worry.
“I’ll be fine,” Lucas assured him again, tapping his friend's shoulder gently.
Duncan stepped closer. “I need to talk to you about something important, but… that can wait until you return.”
Lucas nodded. “Aren’t you going to give your friend a hug?”
Duncan chuckled and stepped forward to hug him. “Hey… don’t hesitate to tell me if something goes wrong, alright?”
“I’m not a kid,” Lucas retorted.
“Fuck you. You’re the one who asked for a hug,” Duncan mumbled.
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“As of this moment, Lady Arianna Greystone, you are freed from any status of servitude. Your name shall be restored among the noble ranks, and you will be compensated for your suffering. As for those responsible... Justice will be delivered.”
Finally hearing the declaration, Arianna heart swell as she stood before the court.
Her gaze met with King who gave her a rare smile Selene was around the corner with her sister, but had a proud smile on their face.
Same night, after finishing up the day's work Duncan head to his chamber and the first scent he caught was Arianna's.
Stronger now, and it awoken his senses. He was going to see her tonight anyway.
“Make sure you let me know once Lucas gets to his destination.”
Falcon bowed at the king's order and left.
Stepping inside, Ash rumbled at the sweetness of her scent. A blend of wildflowers, a faint trace of rain-soaked earth, and a subtle hint of lavender.
Duncan stepped further into the dimly lit room, and there she was— seated on a chair, the soft glow of the candlelight casting a warm halo around her.
She looked damn sexy in the silky inner dress, the fabric clinging to her curves like it was made for him alone.
Fuck! Where did she get that?
His gaze wandered over her body, taking in every inch. Her beauty was overwhelming, igniting his hunger.
She rose to her feet, letting her transparent inner fall, bare reach half of her thigh.
From the shadows, Duncan could tell she had not undies underneath, he could easily reach and shove his finger in, making her wreck.
“You're beautiful Ari,” he rasped, wanting to kiss her, his head reeling from the thought of her beneath him the next second.
However she pulled away. Ash whimpered at her action.
"I want to lead tonight," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive as she tiptoed to him and gently bit his ear. "I want control."
As she circled him, he kept his gaze locked on her, his every movement following her. Then she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him backward until he sat on his bed.
She climbed on top of him, her knees on each side of his waist.
"Ari—"
"Shh… you are not allowed to speak or touch me,” she placed a finger on his lip then bite her own lip, seeming to torture him on purpose as he badly want to kiss her but he waited—wanting to know what she had installed for him.
Duncan had never been the type to obey command but in this space--with this woman?
Hell! He was like a puppet.
"You know, my king," she began with that same soft, seductive voice. "I found this book in the library. An interesting book," she met his gaze while sliding her index finger down to his chest. "It had details that hooked me until the very last page. Well described that I could imagine myself doing them with you."
Holy hell, he was glad he took her to that library.
She leaned forward, a breath away from his face. Her index finger now hovered dangerously close to his groin. His dick was screaming for release.
Could he hold it? Fuck! He was losing control.
"It even had drawings," she whispered, giving him a gentle press, and he let out a groan. "So many drawings that excited me. Do you want to try them?"
"Please," Duncan begged.
Yeah… she was his woman, anyway. It felt different under her mercy. She was doing well as the seductress.
‘She’s killing us, Dun. Flip her around and dominate her!’ Ash rumbled, dangerously close. His eyes glowed, but he restrained himself.
She pulled off the rope that bound his pants, then reached for his throbbing dîck.
"Fuck, Ari," he growled, grabbing her waist.
"Let go or I’ll stop," she warned.
"Oh, I'll break you apart before you take a step," he almost growled.
"You’re at my mercy, Dun. Remember?" she reminded him, and he swallowed hard, his throat tightening.
"You’re punishing me, Ari. I’m losing my shit," he confessed, still in disbelief that he was allowing it.
"No.. it's a reward Dun. Don't you like it?"
Duncan clicked his tongue without replying. It was both... he hated it and fucking loved it. Her like this, in his chamber. Every single thing she was doing was sexy.
His silence gave her his answer, she moved her hand, stroking him gently.
Oh, good heavens. Just two strokes of her hand, barely wrapping around his length, and he was dangerously close.
"Urgh!" His deep, sexy groan echoed, his claws digging into the mattress.
"Feels good, huh?" she taunted in his ear. "That's what I want to do, Dun... I want to be the one to break you tonight."
Then, she slid between his lap, her eyes locked with his as she parted her lips, and took his dîck into her mouth...
Fûck!
She was indeed breaking him!...