The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 122: Chapter 122

GRAND HALL
"By the power bestowed in me, I, King Duncan Thornevale, choose you, Arianna Greystone, as my chosen one-my mate, my future. Let it be known to the realm that I have found the one for me."
Lylah's heart swelled at the sight of her sister getting engaged to the King.
Months ago, when the same thing had happened with Kael, she was against it-as if she had known that bastard was going to betray Arianna.
But now, a part of her was glad he did. Her sister had found her true love.
The most unexpected twist she couldn't have imagined.
The ruthless Lycan King was the one for Arianna... how lucky.
Arianna stood as the most beautiful female in the hall. Her crystal-like gown flowed like a river, hugging her perfect figure and accentuating her beauty.
She looked like a goddess. The embroidery was unique, utterly breathtaking.
The stylist had truly done an exceptional job.
While the priest recited the final words, Duncan whispered beside Arianna.
"Remember our plan."
"Yup. We're going outside the wall soon," Arianna whispered back, keeping her lips barely moving. "Am I going to dress as a boy?"
"Of course... 'cause this time, we're really going to run."
Arianna tried to stifle her laughter.
"Also, your trousers will be baggy. I want to see them flapping while you run."
Imagining the scene, Arianna couldn't hold it in. A loud "Ha!" escaped her throat, but she quickly pretended to cough, aware of the many nobles now watching her curiously.
Heat crept up her cheeks, and she mind-linked him.
*Dun, you little punk*
Duncan cleared his throat, clearly not expecting her comeback, then replied,
*How dare you say that to your king? Oh you king's official woman. Do you wish to have your head hung on a spike?*
Arianna burst into another laugh but quickly covered her lips, giving the nobles a short, apologetic bow, and muttering under her breath, "Sorry."
*Dun, please stop. You're going to make me die of embarrassment.*
Duncan's lips tugged to the side, the small smile reaching his eyes. His grip on Arianna's hand tightened gently as he pulled her closer.
Arianna's heart nearly exploded.
She turned to face the nobles, head held high. Her gaze settled on Lucas, who sat among them, his expression unreadable-but his eyes, impressed.
She recalled his words when she had gone to thank him:
'When the time comes, promise me one thing... make sure he doesn't lose himself trying to protect you.'
Arianna had made that promise. She would stand by Duncan's side, no matter what.
Whispers rose among the nobles. The King was smiling. Was this a dream?
"The King looks happy. She's the mate he's been waiting for," one whispered.
'What did you expect? She rose from the dust and now stands a step away from becoming the Grand Queen.'
'True. That explains it. The maids whispered about how affectionate the King is around her.'
'Even during the first betrothal, the King only had the priest declare it, and the ceremony was plain. But this time, not only did the priest declare it, the King did too. The difference is obvious.'
'She is the King's mate.'
Yes, she is... and on the day she becomes Grand Queen, the King shall mark her as his.
•••••••••
THAT NIGHT
"Dun..." Arianna struggled to speak as Duncan covered her lips with his, leading her to the king-sized bed.
"...the city," she reminded him, contradicting her own words by pulling off his robe and returning his kiss with the same hunger.
"That can fucking wait, Ari," he groaned, drawing her waist closer and shoving his tongue into her mouth, savoring the taste he had been dying for.
Heaven knows how hard he had tried to hold himself the moment he saw her. She was exquisite in every inch.
He'd pay the stylist double-but on second thought, he badly wanted to kill him. The dress had every noble gawking at her.
"Yeah, it can fucking wait," she whispered, letting her gown slip off her body, the warm glow of the candles illuminating her perfect skin.
"You're everything," he muttered, trailing wet, warm kisses from her neck down to her shoulder, sending chills down her spine.
"You're my all, Dun," she whispered back, pressing her hardened, erect nipples against his broad chest. "My all."
He sat on the bed, his hand sliding up to Arianna's waist, guiding her onto his hard, erect cock.
Her walls clenched around him, giving him the overwhelming sense that this was where he belonged.
Their gazes locked, lips parted as moans and grunts escaped between them.
She rocked against him slowly, both of them feeling each other deeply.
Her head fell back, but almost instantly, he grabbed her hair and pulled her gaze back to his.
"Keep your eyes on me, Ari," he demanded, his voice raw and deep. "Only on me."
"Yes... mine," she whispered, increasing her pace. Her cries grew louder, the heat in her stomach coiling tighter with every thrust.
"Fuck!" he groaned. As she shut her eyes and bit her lip, he spanked her ass earning a cry from her full lips and gaze on him.
"That's it, dearest. Keep those eyes open for me... look at the man who will destroy everything just for you."
She bounced harder.
"I want to hear it, Ari," he growled against her neck. "Use that pretty mouth of yours... tell me who owns you."
Arianna was drowning in the pit of pleasure, her mind barely registering his words. Her body moved greedily against him.
A loud cry escaped her lips, her body jolting as the King's palm collided with her ass again.
Before she could breathe, his hand gripped her hips tight, slamming his cock deeper into her, hitting that spot that wrecked her completely.
She exploded, but he drove into her again. Her body shattered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she collapsed onto his chest.
"Now fucking say it... say it like a prayer, dearest. Or I'll drag it out of your body."
"Yours," she breathed.
"Only yours." With a sweet smile, she wrapped her arms around his neck, his cock still buried inside her.
"Do you feel it?"
Arianna listened carefully. It was their heartbeats-thundering in the same rhythm... a melody that made her smile widen flashing her perfect teeth.
"I do..." Her heart swelled. "I feel you so much, Dun."
She held him tighter, then whispered those words for only him to hear.
"I love you."
Duncan froze for a moment, then his fingers caressed her back, tracing patterns.
"My woman," he said in the gentlest voice.
"Yes, my king."
In the dark, Duncan's eyes shifted to their deepest shade of gold, his fangs elongating.
I love you.
Those words echoed in his mind.
Then, in a hoarse voice, he commanded:
"Present your neck... I want to brand you as mine. Right here. Right now."