The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Toran buried his face in the crook of Brigid's neck, kissing her hard, sending even more waves coursing through her.
He added another finger, and Brigid felt her senses cloud with pleasure.
It felt good. Too good.
Her stomach coiled with intensity, her legs parting further to allow him deeper access.
Soon, she tensed, releasing and gasping for air. Sweat pooled on her forehead as she trembled slightly in his sinful hold.
“I heard you let one of the warriors mount and deflower you out of curiosity about sex,” he smirked darkly in the shadows. “I bet he didn’t satisfy you the way you wanted.” His voice dropped lower as he traced his hand below her breast.
“I bet this is your first real release.”
Brigid’s eyes fluttered open, realization flashing across her features. She had let this man touch her.
He brought his finger damped with her juice to his lips and licked it clean—the sight oddly intriguing her.
“I can clear that curiosity, fairy, and bring that heaven you crave to you,” he said in a husky voice before disappearing into the darkness.
Brigid stood frozen, replaying what had just happened over and over in her head. She had never felt this way before—and she hated that it had come from a man she despised.
Screw you, Toran.
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Duncan finished his work late today. No—he had purposely buried himself in it just to escape the weight pressing on his shoulders.
If it weren't for the effect of the full moon, he would still have been buried in those papers, barking orders and laying out his frustration to those helping him with work.
The king had been in a really bad mood… that was the topic of the day.
Now in his chamber, Duncan sat on his bed, elbows resting on his knees and his head lowered.
He hadn't seen her all day. Not that he didn't want to—but there was this transparent glass that stood between them, too strong to be shattered. Invincible.
He missed her. Oh, he did, very much. He wished to hold her, hear her, and feel her again.
He wanted things to be straight between them without him being restless. Just when he thought he might be able to find a way out for their future—an ouroboros turned out to be the leader of the rogue attack on his people.
Duncan was restless. Mad. Confused. Frustrated. By the full moon, he hadn't felt this much emotion before, and they were all driving him insane.
“Ari,” Ash whispered underneath, the voice vibrating like sweet music.
Duncan glanced at the door that had a small corridor leading to her room. She was in there, wasn’t she?
Perhaps sleeping.
Oh, how he wished he could see her face right now. He grew greedy for the faint scent of her that traveled towards him.
A sudden wave struck Duncan; his eyes snapped shut at the sensation. It wasn't momentary, but he knew soon he would dive deep into that pit that haunted his mind. He would rage and bury himself in darkness.
Sleep came, darkness creeping in. His eyelids felt so heavy, but he tried to keep them open. Though he wanted to escape from his reeling thoughts, the sleep wasn't any different—it was worse.
The more he fought, the more his headache worsened. It felt as though his head might fall off soon.
Finally, exhaustion won. Duncan now lay on his bed, slowly shutting his eyes and falling into darkness.
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Arianna paced in her room, biting her bottom lip as her slightly trembling fingers ran through her hair several times.
She walked towards her window, sighting the full moon shining bright like it owned the sky.
“Why isn't he back yet?” she muttered under her breath, and almost instantly, she heard the door to Duncan's room opening and shutting.
Her feet quickly carried her to the door leading to his room but halted before she could reach it.
The king hadn't summoned her; he might not like it if she barged in. She should wait for his call.
With that, Arianna headed back to sit on her bed, her face buried in her hands.
She hated this. The way things were going back and forth between them. She felt close to him, yet distant… and it broke her heart.
Arianna waited, listening carefully to what might be happening in his chamber. For a moment, she heard heavy breathing, but soon it went quiet. He was sleeping.
There was no sign of him leaving.
A while passed, and Arianna thought of sneaking in just to see his sleeping frame, but a loud growl broke her train of thought.
“Don't!… Fire!”
Arianna sprang from her bed and, without hesitation, barged into his room.
Duncan stared disturbingly at the bed. Arianna noticed the slight entrance of moonlight through the slightly parted curtain that shone on his face.
She went to close it and turned on a few candles just so she could see him. She went back to the bed.
Duncan was sweating, his face contorted as he clawed at the sheets, mumbling incoherent words to the air. A nightmare.
Gently, she slipped under the blanket, lay beside him, and the moment he felt her touch, his movements slowed. His nose flared, his head drew close to her, and his hand found her waist.
“Ari?” he mumbled, his eyes still shut.
“Mm… I'm here,” she whispered, and his eyes fluttered open—barely open.
He shifted his head and stared at her. Really stared at her. Those amber-golden eyes looked drunk in his sleep.
“First time under the full moon, I'm having a beautiful dream of you… you are here,” he drawled, then drew close, resting his head on the swell of her chest. “Even your fast heartbeat sounds like real sweet music, my Ari.”
“You're not in a dream, my king,” she whispered softly, caressing his long dark hair.
Many beats of silence passed, and Arianna thought he had fallen asleep, not until he spoke again in his sleepy voice.
“I missed you… little flame,” he admitted.
Her heart thundered in her chest, a warm smile grazing her lips.
“I missed you too, Dun.”
“Then don't leave,” he muttered. His words made her bite her lip, staying silent. “I'm going to find a way.”
Tears burned in her eyes, but she held them back. She had cried enough for today.
“I’m cold,” he admitted, and Arianna almost chuckled at how cute her beautiful devil was acting—like a child who had found its safe abode.
Who would have thought the king would be like this under the full moon?
“I’m warm. Made of fire. Wrap your arms around me.”
No hesitation. Duncan wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the swell of her chest. A low purr escaped his throat.
“Where have you been all my life?”
Again, Arianna suppressed another laugh.
“It doesn't matter, my sweet Dun. I'm here now.” She stroked his dark hair with all the gentleness in the world.
“Mm… you're here…” His voice trailed off as he slipped back into sleep completely, his breathing steady.
Arianna felt her eyelids growing heavy too, but she decided to coax the male in her arms a little while longer.
She wished they could stay like this forever, so she decided to take plenty of time, just savoring the feeling of him in her arms.
Her eyes settled on his peaceful face, recalling how her world changed and evolved around him.
Then, before she could stop herself, she let the words building inside her out.
“I love you…”
“From the depths of my heart, King Duncan Thornevale… I love you…”