The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 132: Chapter 132

It took a few moments of silence before Lylah realized what she had just said. It was supposed to be a thought—one she’d bury deep and scold herself for later.
But as she watched the Grand Lord’s brow lower in a subtle frown, the truth hit her: her lips had moved. She’d spoken the words aloud.
Her throat worked, but words refused to come out. Her heart drummed in her ears and she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
“You should get some rest,” he finally said, rising to his feet. “I’ll see you around, Little Wolf.”
“Th-thank you, my lord,” Lylah stammered.
Without another word, Lucas left, and as the door shut behind him, Lylah gasped, her face turning even redder.
“Why the hell did I say that?” she buried her face in both palms, eyes wide as her own words replayed in her head. She felt like smacking herself.
“You must be crazy, Lylah,” she mumbled.
How was she going to face the Grand Lord now? He was probably thinking she was a crazy freak.
•••••••••
Arianna found Duncan in his study. Scrolls were scattered across the desk, and her mate sat slouched in his chair, his head tilted back, eyes closed. The steady rise and fall of his chest told her he was asleep.
She stepped forward quietly, intending to gather the scrolls and tidy up before he woke—but before her fingers could touch them, his hand shot out and caught hers.
Startled, she turned to find his golden-amber eyes open and fixed on her. They were heavy-lidded, making her wonder if he had slept at all.
“Ari?” he murmured.
“My King,” she said softly, concern in her voice. “Are you alright? Beta Lucas said you summoned me.”
He stared at her for a moment. “He did?”
She nodded, and he let out a weary sigh.
That was when she realized Duncan hadn’t summoned her—Lucas had wanted her to come.
“You look exhausted,” she said, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature. “Are you okay? You don’t look like you’ve slept at all, Duncan. What’s wrong?”
“You,” he said simply, and Arianna blinked in surprise.
“How could I sleep without your arms around me?”
They had been sharing the same bed even before her Betrothal.
Every night, her head would be nestled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. His warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, and she found herself craving it more than she ever thought possible.
But last night, she hadn’t been with him. Worry for her injured sister had kept her away—and awake. Still, she hadn’t realized how much her absence would affect him too.
The mate bond made every second apart feel unbearable.
Her lips curled into a small smile. The mighty King of Lycans couldn’t sleep without her.
She stepped closer and gently guided his head to rest against the curve of her breast.
“I’m sorry, my love. That won’t happen again. I’ll be by your side every night. I’ll be your warmth," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his hair.
“Every little thing about you is beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her chest.
Her heart fluttered, and she threaded her fingers through his hair, gently caressing his scalp.
“How is your sister? Is she fine now?” he asked silently.
Arianna explained everything to him, still having his head resting on her chest. She loved this side of him.
He was like a child in his mother’s warm bosom.
“That’s a good thing,” he said after she finished. “Have you had dinner?”
Arianna gave him a positive answer. She had eaten with Lylah before the Grand Lord showed up.
Duncan nudged her legs apart, pulling her toward him. Her heart pounded in her chest as the king pressed his kiss to her neck, heat creeping onto her veins.
“What about you, my king? Have you had dinner?” Her voice wavered as his breath became uneven.
“I’m about to,” his tone dropped with raw hunger. He groped her ass with one hand, while the other trailed up to the rope that bound her dress.
“A very delicious one,” he whispered, running his warm tongue over the mark on her neck, prompting her to tilt her head to one side.
He trailed his hand down to caress her pussy gently. She was soaking already, with just a few touches from him.
The room was filled with her drawn-out moans, mingling with his sexy groans. Heat coiled in her belly, and her head spun.
“Let it out, dearest. Reward me with them,” he mumbled beneath her, stroking his fingers in and out faster.
Her body shook violently, the tension in her belly built up and then snapped.
Beneath her, she felt him take it all in. Her eyes shut, breath heavy. Then he hovered over her and kissed her.
She returned the kiss with hunger, tasting her own fluid that lingered on his lips with a satisfying purr.
When he pulled away, her lips were wet and swollen, gasping for air.
“Now I’m full,” he muttered.
“I’m glad,” she chuckled and his lips curled wamly.
When he smiled like that—something he rarely did—her stomach fluttered with butterflies. He was dangerously handsome. Her beautiful devil.
“I’ll need to stay full for the next few days. Prepare to feed me well, so your mate won’t go hungry.”
Still catching her breath, Arianna narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?” He stayed silent.
“Are you going somewhere?”
“Hm. The Seer sent a message—an urgent ritual I must perform for the realm’s guidance. It’ll take a few days before I return.”
Arianna’s heart sank at the thought of him leaving. Could she go with him?
As if reading her mind, he spoke again. “I’d love to bring you, but it’s dangerous, and I must go alone.” He caressed her cheek gently. “You can use the time to visit your pack. You’ve always wanted to.”
Arianna bit the inside of her cheek. “I’ll miss you.” No—she was already missing him.
The thought of being apart from him for a few days made her heart clench.
“Me too, dearest,” he whispered, kissing her lips softly before pulling away to gaze at her. “Me too.”