The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 226: Chapter 226

Lylah held his gaze for a little longer. Her throat thick. Then she slowly let go, letting the cloak slide down her shoulder and drop silently to the floor.
He stilled, eyes roaming over the dark ink that kept her scars hidden. Even at that, one could still see them—the way they wickedly ran across her arms.
Lylah didn't stop. She reached for the rope that held her tunic. Let it loose. Her trouser came next.
Each scar tells its story. The survival of the barricades that bound her, and the blood, screams, and deaths in the arena.
She was left with just a bind on her breasts and a thin fabric that covered her already damp most intimate part.
Slowly, she met his gaze. Those crimson eyes were slowly turning into gold.
She recalled when Arianna saw all of it. Her sister had cried, blaming herself, apologized, and pulled her into a hug—promising to fix everything.
She bit her lips, averting her gaze to the floor. “They are ugly… aren't they?” she whispered.
“No, they are not,” he said quickly. “They’re beautiful, Lylah.”
Lylah’s lips parted in a silent stun.
His finger brushed a scar at her waist, trailing it. His touch seized her breath. He effortlessly lifted her without warning and made her sit on an empty part of the table close by.
Heat crept her cheek. “What are you doing?”
He didn't reply, he simply leaned down and kissed her waist. Lylah almost gasped at the sensation.
He trailed his kisses along her scar, his warm breath grazing her skin. And for the first time, Lylah felt them beautiful. She now got another way of looking at them.
She bit down her bottom lip as Lucas trailed his kisses up to the bind that pressed against the swell of her breast. To her collarbone. And then her neck.
She tilted her head, giving him access. His knuckles brushing along her spine.
"Lucas..."
"Aren't you going to give me a pretty name, little wolf?" he asked, his tongue and hot breath made it hard for her to think.
"A pretty name?"
"Hm..." he drawled, trailing his fingers to her binds to undo them. "One I can only hear from your pretty lips, little wolf."
All she could sense was her bind slipping down, exposing her breasts with hardened nipples shown to him.
He pulled slightly to look at them. Lylah's cheeks burned even more. Her hands instinctively lifted to cover, but he caught them before they could move an inch and pinned them both behind her.
"What did I tell you about hiding?" he met her gaze.
"I want to see you too, handsome Lord," she used the same tone.
He smiled.
"Hm... still sounds good."
He removed his clothing, revealing his sinful expose. Lylah melted at the sight of the muscles rippling beneath his skin, the strong frame. She wanted to run her tongue on it.
He didn't have many scars, but the large one that ran across his chest down to the side of his waist made her swallow.
She didn't need to ask. It must have been the one he got from the fight with rogue Lycans.
She traced her fingers on them.
"They are beautiful," she whispered.
"So are yours."
Lylah looked up at his face now inches from hers. Breath mingling with his, chest heaving.
He looked at her as if studying every detail of her features. She probably looked the same. Starved.
Having this moment with him had been one of her greatest dreams.
"Kiss me, please."
He didn't waste a moment. His hot lips crashed onto hers, wild and passionate. It was dominating. Mind-blowing.
Lylah drifted in the sweet sensation, gasping as he pulled her close. Her breasts pressed against his broad chest, making her nipples painfully harder.
Damn the heat.
His tongue shoved into her mouth, further dominating her, making her forget how to breathe. Legs tightened around his torso. She moaned in ecstasy, arching her body against his.
He groaned. The sound vibrating in her throat. Veins. Mind. Every inch of her.
By the gods. She knew this would feel good. Better even.
So much better.
She mimicked his movement, but he was too fast to catch up. Her lungs begged for air. Mind foggy with the blissful moment.
He pulled away. She was breathing hard, a stinging ache between her legs.
"Lucas..." she breathed, voice raw with need.
He caught her lips again. Slower this time, nibbling her lips with perfection as if teaching her. She learned that way, moving her lips against his with a soft moan.
"That's it, good girl," he whispered, locking their lips again. The hand on her back trailed up to circle her neck, dominantly.
Their tongues danced against each other, fighting for dominance. It turned passionate, and Lylah felt all her body on fire. Greed took over. She couldn't get enough.
She tasted metal and heard him groan. Pulling away, her eyes flew wide at the sight of a cut on his lip.
"I..."
He licked his lip, the wound healing the next second as if it was never there.
"It's alright, little wolf. Your rough side’s damn hot," he whispered in a husky voice.
"You're driving me crazy," she said.
"That makes two of us." He carried her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he took her to bed.
Lips now on her neck, grazing and filling her skin with red claiming marks. He'd bite, pull, and then soothe it with a warm, wet tongue.
He took one of her breasts into hold, and the other into his hot mouth.
"Ohhhh... gawddd," she moaned, watching as he teased her swollen nipples with his teeth. His midnight gaze locked on her.
Crazy hot, handsome Lord.
Oh heavens, the pain in between her legs was unbearable.
As if sensing that, his hand slid across the fabric covering her there.
Curiosity and excitement rushed through her system. And then, he pressed that swollen, sensitive nub, rubbing in a circular pattern.
Lylah gasped. One hand in his hair and the other clenching the sheet. Finger teasing. Mouth latching onto the swell of her chest.
Lylah groaned, her body shivering with need. Toes curling and back arched.
"Please... Please..." Gawd! What was she begging for?
He slid a finger into her, then covered her mouth with his. She moaned loud into his mouth, both hands in his hair as she felt his finger sliding in and out of her.
"I don't want to starve you tonight, though I’d love to see you beg soon enough. Oh... the things I want to do to you, Lylah..." he hovered closer. One hand above her, and the other doing evil in between her legs.
He added another finger. Her eyes rolled back, mouth parting wider, and hips slamming back to the pace.
"I want to mark every inch of you... mate," he whispered.
She became a moaning mess, hoping to the gods they didn’t hear her outside. Didn’t know she was currently flying through the clouds.
That familiar twist in her guts happened. Her body quivered, thighs tensed. Then she exploded.
She collapsed, chest heaving.
Through her blurry sight, she watched Lucas lick her juice from his fingers. Oddly intriguing to watch him swallow.
Her heat hit her once again, and she wanted him.
That brutal strike from that night had never left her mind. Even though it had taken a few days to fully recover.
He undressed the remnant of his clothing and removed the last fabric of hers too.
Lylah couldn't shy away, not when that illegal member was pointing at her. Hard. Erected. Sinful. Tackled with veins that screamed.
You might not be able to walk tomorrow.
The clearer view was salivating.
Nyx became restless. Excited.
Mate is fucking hot, Lylah. We should give the Moon Goddess a beautiful kiss.
Lylah wasn't listening.
"Like what you see?"