The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Valkyrie paced in her room, utterly disturbed. Her face was red, and she was on the verge of breaking down in tears.
She couldn't sleep. Sleep had abandoned her.
His possession? His?
What, in the light of the moon, had happened at the court? How had she even managed to appear there after being whipped?
Her plan had been to keep her hidden until she got the answers she needed, then expose her as a new slave who had broken the rules and let her face the death penalty.
But that plan was ruined. Completely ruined.
The door creaked open, revealing Selene.
"You!" Valkyrie roared, storming toward her. "How dare you betray me?! You tricked me, you old hag! You treated her and brought her to the court!"
Selene's face remained calm. "You needed her, my lady. How would you have found out how she survived if she were dead?"
Valkyrie scoffed. "Cut the bull. Your actions have made her the King's slave. How am I supposed to get my hands on her now?"
"The King won't believe her," Selene said calmly. "She wouldn't even dare bring it up. And even if she did, the King would dismiss it unless she could prove it."
Valkyrie's nerves settled slightly at Selene's words, but the storm of insecurity still brewed within her. Something about this head maid made her uneasy.
"You are to do only what I tell you, Selene. You serve only me."
Selene's gaze met hers, steady and unflinching, catching Valkyrie off guard.
"I serve no one but the realm, my lady. Goodnight."
With a bow, Selene left the room, leaving Valkyrie stunned.
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"There she is," a voice muttered. "The king's slave."
Two eyes pinned on Arianna as she worked in the outer field, watering the plants and herbs.
"Why was she chosen, though? I see nothing special about her," Master Orion, the one in charge of the Vine yard, squinted.
"Do you simply have your eyes at the back of your head?" Master Zephyr uttered. "She is absolutely endowed and beautiful, even with her jagged hair."
Master Orion watched every moment of hers, especially her feminine features. She was indeed alluring; his manhood twitched.
"Look at that backside. Just how good is her flesh going to feel under my touch?" Master Zephyr licked his lips.
"Go take one of the slaves under you in the cellar. Leave her to me," Orion spoke.
"I thought you had no interest in her," Zephyr raised a brow.
"She is the king's very first slave. Isn't it such a risk?" Orion spoke, both not tearing their gaze away from Arianna.
"Stop worrying. You can simply wait for the king's absence or when he gets bored of her. Good for you she is under you; you can use that as an opportunity to have your way with her."
Master Orion finally tore his gaze away, placing it on Zephyr. "How about we both have her? I'll take the ass."
Zephyr chuckled. "I'll take her lips, before the cunt."
Both sighed and then began staring at her again.
Arianna acted oblivious to their gaze, even as her skin crawled at it. She knew they were talking about her. In fact, everyone in the Citadel was perhaps talking about her, as the words had spread like wildfire.
Some slaves even stared at her with jealousy, as if they wished to be in her shoes. Arianna couldn't help but wonder if they had gone insane.
While she wished she could be free, some wanted it.
Finally, the two Masters strode away, finally allowing Arianna to breathe easily and focus on her work.
After working until night, the slaves were dismissed. Arianna kept her gaze low, managing to escape the Masters' intent gaze.
But as she reached her chamber, she found several maids waiting for her.
"The king summoned you. We'll give you a bath before taking you there."
•••••••••
Drawing in a large breath, Arianna stepped into his chamber. Unlike the night of his rut, she could see his chamber more clearly.
Paintings hung on the walls; it was said to be the largest and most beautiful chamber in the Citadel. Every edge was spotless and screamed wealth and regal power.
Before her was King Duncan, his eyes focused on the work before him. He was effortlessly breathtaking.
"Strip."
His thick voice broke the silence, reminding her of her situation. This was her first night of being his possession.
His slave.
And she was going to obey every command.
Arianna pulled the strap holding her dress, letting it fall silently to the floor, pooling at her feet.
Soon, his eyes raised to her trembling frame. No words, just stares that felt like eternity. Her legs clenched together as heat surged through her.
Her core throbbed.
Oh, Arianna. What in seven hells is wrong with you?!
"On the bed and spread your legs."
She felt vulnerable under his piercing gaze. He was like a predator, savoring its prey before devouring it.
••••••••
Duncan watched the slave lay on his bed at his command. He could smell her fear. She was utterly terrified, yet...
Had this slave known she was slick and wet?
Maids and slaves drooled over him, despite his regal bearing and deadly aura, just like her. The question was, why was she different?
There was a strange pull the moment he sighted her at court.
His Lycan beast roared at the surface, wanting to take her right before the Grand Court.
It had never happened before. No female had triggered him that way.
It only happened during his rut.
But this slave was different. Everything about her.
Never had he claimed a slave as his. Despite Lucas's relentless urge to have a personal slave for his lust, he never had one. He only mounted any female offered to him...
In recent days, it was Valkyrie.
King Duncan's eyes scanned her trembling frame. Her chest rose and fell, eyes shut, legs spread, and her musk filling the air.
He hadn't touched her, and she was aroused already.
His beast snarled within him, and before he knew it, he rose and strode towards her.
His eyes settled on her folds. Slicking.
What a slut.
Gently, he loomed over her, his eyes still locked with her most intimate part. He couldn't tear his gaze away.
Wrapping his arms around her thighs, Duncan didn’t realize his claws nearly dug into her skin, and the way his eyes glowed in the dark.
She winced, wanting to close her legs, but a warning growl rumbled through his chest.
Mine. She is mine.
With that, he buried his face between her legs, his mouth taking her swollen nub.
She gasped aloud; her back arched as he took her sensitive swollen nub.
Tastes heavenly. Smells heavenly.
Oh heavens! Who was this slave?
Her scent caught his nose—low, so low it was almost unreal.
A blend of wildflowers with a faint hint of rain-soaked earth. Utterly intoxicating, leaving him greedy for more.
It was familiar, but his mind didn't register it. All he craved was to ravish her all night.
Arianna’s moans hit the four walls.
"More... Your Grace!"