The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 121: Chapter 121

BRIGID
It felt good.
Too good to be true. Exciting. Mind-blowing.
At first, she had snapped out of it, come to her senses, and swore never to go to his chamber again. But it haunted her. She was distracted from her work all day, and when she lay on her bed, the memory of that night tormented her terribly. She began touching herself.
Those parts he had touched—she mimicked the movements, moaning at the sensations.
But it was never enough.
Before she knew it, she was standing before his door.
“Bend over the table,” his order came the moment she stepped inside.
There was something strange about the way her body obeyed him. Perhaps it reminded her of how the Grand Lord commanded—his voice had always turned her on.
And there, she imagined Lucas being the one taking her this way, even though she knew it wasn’t him. Never had she thought she would sound like a hungry, desperate bitch while being fucked by the very male she swore never to get involved with.
Now she understood why some of the experienced maids were sex-crazed, letting the guards or soldiers mount them shamelessly anywhere.
She had become one of them. She couldn’t get enough...
Mostly because she wanted to forget.
Again. And again.
She let him explore every part of her, taught him the weird things that gave her pleasure—like wrapping her lips around his cock, sucking and pleasing him just to earn her reward—his cum.
One time, she spotted Lord Lucas training Lylah. She saw how Lylah had grown so skilled in such a short time, even receiving praise from the warriors who witnessed her dedication.
That could have been her.
But no... not only had Lylah stolen her place, she’d taken her warrior friends, and the first man Brigid had ever loved.
While she let Toran use her to make her forget, Lucas’s name had accidentally slipped from her mouth.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
Brigid’s heart skipped a beat at the deadly gaze he gave her. His icy tone sent a chill down her spine.
He grabbed her hair suddenly, yanking it back and making her wince.
“The fuck did you just say, Brigid?”
“I said what I said,” she glared at him.
He chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing with primal instinct before shoving her onto the bed.
“You know what, Brigid?” he mumbled, going to his drawer and pulling out a chain. “I’m going to punish your little ass for that. I’m going to brand you until the only male you see is me.”
The sight and words didn’t terrify her—surprisingly, they awakened something dark inside her. Curiosity gnawed at her bones.
Punishment. That was new.
He chained her, made her shriek, beg, and scream. He sent her flying to the clouds. His actions grew rougher—new sensations exploded inside her, tangled with pain.
Crazy thing was... it worked.
He had indeed branded her.
“Brigid.”
She snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Selene’s voice.
“Don’t tell me you’re plotting a way to escape tonight’s work of preparing the hall for Arianna’s betrothal,” Selene said, but Brigid didn’t reply, continuing to read the novel she wasn't even focused on.
“Seriously, what have you been up to lately? It’s weird—you haven’t caused any trouble for the past two weeks,” Selene teased.
“Would you prefer me to cause trouble? Is it a crime to be quiet these days?”
Selene blinked. “That’s not what I meant. I’m just wondering what you’ve been up to.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t worry about me, Selene. You’re never around. Just keep disappearing like you used to. I’m not bothering you, just like you always wanted.”
“Don’t say that. I’ve been dealing with things lately. That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you,” Selene explained.
“Well, I didn’t ask you to,” Brigid muttered, not looking at her once. “Just because I’ve been stuck with you ever since my parents died doesn’t mean you’re my mother.”
Selene wasn’t hurt. Not even a little. She knew how Brigid could be sometimes.
“Since you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, I brought something to cheer you up.” Selene stood and unwrapped the package on the table. It was a robe—beautifully embroidered with elegant threads, the kind that suited royalty.
It was the robe Brigid had begged Selene to make, so she could gift it to Lord Lucas.
“Sorry it took so long. A lot has been going on lately, but at least I kept my promise—” Before Selene could finish, Brigid smacked her hand away and stormed out of the room.
As the door slammed shut, Selene’s worry deepened.
“…Brigid,” she whispered.
•••••••
"The King sent soldiers to investigate the missing Elder."
Toran clicked his tongue, letting out a soft chuckle. First, the King had shut down the black market, then exposed the betrothal involving Late Thane's daughter, and now he was looking for the Elder he had taken.
Too bad they wouldn’t find a trace of Elder Rowan.
After getting the information he needed, Toran's men had cut Rowan into pieces, burned the remains to ashes, and disposed of them at the cliff by the running river.
The traces were well cleared, and they would never trace it back to him. Still, he couldn't rest easy. King Duncan was cunning, and that bastard Lucas was another problem altogether.
They had their eyes on Toran at the moment, which was why he was lying low—waiting for the right time to strike back for everything they had taken from him.
His sister was sent to gods knows where, his father still confined in a harsh barricade, and their pack had lost its name.
The once-strong and feared pack was now ridiculed among the others.
He would make them pay.
"Keep your eyes on them and report to me the moment you see or hear anything."
The man nodded and left the room. Brigid stepped in afterward.
Speak of the devil. Toran had just been thinking of her.
"Fairy," he said, approaching her and reaching to hold her face, his voice soft. "I was just thinking about you."
Brigid didn’t reply. Her gaze was fixed somewhere else, breath uneven.
"Did someone upset you?"
Brigid let out a shaky breath before shifting her gaze to Toran. Her eyes were blazing.
"I want her gone. She shouldn’t be in the Citadel any longer. I want her to leave."
"I understand your pain." His thumb gently caressed her neck. "I understand what it means to have everything taken away. To go from being visible to invisible, all because someone new walks into the picture."
How could he describe her feelings so well? That was the thing about this asshole—he was the only one who truly understood her.
"I can help you, Brigid." He brushed his lips against hers. "We can help each other."
Brigid sighed, leaning into him, wanting to kiss him. But just like always, he pulled away.
He only fucked her. Not once had he kissed her, leaving her constantly wondering what those lips would taste like if she ever got the chance.
"But first, you have to get close to Lylah. Be her friend again."
Brigid’s excitement vanished as if it had never been there. She shoved him away and glared. "Are you insane? How could you say that?"
"You can only defeat your enemy if you’re close to them. Come on, fairy. Think about it. Once you find her weakness and send her away, you’ll get your life back."
Enemy? Calling Lylah that felt a little strange. But if it meant getting that little bitch to leave... then fine.
His voice grew quieter as his hand slowly trailed down to the middle of her legs. "I’ll help you ruin her."