The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Smell good?
Oh good heavens, what is happening?
Lylah's heart beat fast, nonstop, as she remained frozen and trapped in Lucas' hold. Another growl rumbled through his chest-softer now, but still terrifying-making her palms turn sweaty.
He's going to kill me! He is going to fucking kill me!
Her eyes snapped shut, her frame cowered beneath the Grand Lord's own.
Then a pause-nothing happened.
"Lylah?" His deep voice made her eyes snapped open, meeting his pair of crimson eyes.
He shifted back quickly, confusion dancing in his gaze.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked.
Lylah swallowed, shaking her head in response.
For a moment, relief flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a trace of anger.
"You should have left, Lylah. You come in here whenever you want-especially during the full moon. I could have hurt you in so many fucking ways," his voice rose higher than usual. "Why do you love putting yourself in danger that could swallow you? Why don't you fucking listen!"
Something inside her snapped. This was the first time he'd ever been this angry at her. She couldn't bear the look he gave her, so she locked her gaze lowered to the floor.
"I'm sorry... I just couldn't move. I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath, guilt washing over her. But for some reason, she felt that even if she went back in time, she would have done the same thing all over again.
She should have stayed... Crazy, right?
She looked up at him again, he still had that angry look on his face. She couldn't tell if it was directed at her or at himself. It was hard to read.
"I'm sorry," she repeated, her eyes welling with tears.
Lucas averted his gaze, drawing in a deep breath. His expression still disturbed, he wasn't over the sensation-though it had lessened.
A knock sounded, followed by Falcon's voice. "She is here, My Lord."
Lylah seeming to understand what the message meant, bit the inside of her cheek and faced Lucas.
"I shall take my leave," she bowed to him before turning to exit the room.
Then paused at the sight of the female standing just paces away. She was dressed in a thin fabric that barely covered her feminine parts, her scent a mix of honey and something unfamiliar.
But that wasn't what bothered Lylah.
Even though the female's face was covered by a black veil, she looked oddly familiar. The woman also seemed to freeze at the sight of her but continued staring with the same curiosity.
"You took too long, Falcon. I'm no longer in need of a female. I'll go for a night hunt instead."
Both the veiled woman and Lylah snapped their attention toward Lucas, who hastily stepped out, walking away without giving any of them a glance.
Lylah noticed how the female winced as the Grand Lord walked past her.
"You should return to your chamber," Falcon told the vieled woman. "The Grand Lord..."
"I heard what the Grand Lord said," she cut in, anger lacing her tone. As Falcon left, her attention snapped back to Lylah.
"Brigid?" Lylah whispered in shock.
Brigid yanked off her veil, revealing a face flushed red with fury.
"What did you do to him? What did you say to him?!" Brigid's voice trembled as she took a step forward. "Did you know I was coming here, so you decided to ruin my chance with him?!"
Lylah's brows knitted tightly. "What are you talking about...?"
"What the hell are you doing here, Lylah? Why the fuck are you here?!" she yelled.
"That question goes both ways. Why are you here dressed like that?" Unlike Brigid's voice, which trembled with rage, Lylah's voice was calm. "Aren't you taking this too far, Brigid?"
"Isn't it clear?" Brigid let out a scoff, her eyes burning with disbelief. "It's the full moon, and I'm here to help the Grand Lord. I should be in that room-" she pointed toward the chamber behind Lylah "-with his arms wrapped around me while I satisfy him! Why did you have to be here at this moment?!"
Lylah was at a loss for words. It felt like the woman before her wasn't the Brigid she knew.
Brigid continued, "Why won't you just stay in one place? Why do you have to be around all the time, ruining my chances with him? Why, Lylah?! Why?!"
"Get back to your senses, Brigid!" Lylah finally yelled. "Do you think the Grand Lord will be interested in you if you act like a whore?!"
The words had slipped out before she could stop them. Lylah had no idea why she was this angry, but the thought of Brigid with Lucas made her feel deeply unsettled.
Brigid scoffed. "A whore?"
Lylah realized what she'd said and quickly shook her head.
"No... no, Brigid, that's not what I meant. I didn't mean to call you that. I'm-" Her words were cut short as Brigid spun around and stormed off.
Lylah's lips parted, her heart racing as everything suddenly felt overwhelming.
••••••••
'She destroyed it!'
'Our meal-she fucking destroyed it!'
Brigid's head pounded like she'd been struck with a hammer. Pain, anger, hurt, frustration, hate... a whirlwind of emotions slammed into her all at once.
'This vial will make you smell good... down there.'
Brigid recalled Hilda's words after she had offered a vial. She then had taught her a few tricks for winning him over. Her scent had become sweet, alluring to every male she passed.
Everything had been planned. Set perfectly for her moment to shine.
Brigid groaned, punching a wall and leaving a crack in it. She'd have to pay with her wages, but she. Did. Not. Care.
Anger consumed her.
Whore? How dare Lylah call her that-when she was the one stepping out of his room?
Had she already satisfied Lord Lucas? Did he enjoy it?
Though Hilda had mentioned Lord Lucas was rough-still wrestling with his instincts-Brigid didn't care. She would bleed for him if she had to.
Though Lylah looked untouched, that little bitch had definitely done something.
She wandered aimlessly, no destination in mind. She would have gone for the other option-Bloodhunt-but her body was burning with desire.
The middle of her thighs throbbed from what Hilda had given her, heating her from the inside out.
Suddenly, a strong arm yanked her into a dark corner. Brigid gasped, ready to roar at whoever it was, but froze when she recognized him.
"You?" she sneered, trying to push him away.
Toran grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her.
"Relax, fairy. I'm only here to help," he chuckled, mocking her, his face too close.
"Let go!" Brigid growled. "Or I'm going to bite off your balls."
"Or..." he drawled, his drowsy eyes sliding down to her barely covered breasts, "...you're gonna need them."
Brigid hissed, glaring at him.
"Your musk is so thick. Your body's burning hot," he whispered, his breath brushing her neck as he leaned closer. "I can feel every inch of your skin craving a male's touch. And that male... is going to be me."
Brigid wanted to summon her wolf and fight this bastard if that was what it took, but her body froze when his hand slipped between her legs, rubbing his finger against her most intimate part.
Brigid gasped at the sensation that washed over her. Heat spread through her as Toran rubbed her dripping core, covered only by a thong.
"I can make you climb to the sky, Brigid," he whispered again, this time sliding the thong to one side and rubbing her swollen, sensitive nub.
Her throat tightened, suppressing the moan that crawl her throat.
She should be pushing him away, but her limbs betrayed her, falling into the sinful touch of his.
When he shove a finger into her, she threw her head back, letting out a loud, slutty moan.