The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

'Finish what we started.'
'She is your slave, why the hell aren't you taking her?'
'You're fucking hungry. I'm hungry!'
Duncan's brow furrowed deeply. The warm water surrounding him did nothing to calm the raging storm inside.
"Stay still, Ash. Retreat," Duncan growled at his Lycan, but it only made things worse.
His Lycan, Ash, stirred even closer to the edge, restless and relentless. Every veins in him had hot blood running through them.
'Take the goddamn slave!' Ash roared louder.
Duncan felt a loud bang in his head.
Claws extended, scraping against the edge of the bathtub. Duncan's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to suppress the beast within.
That night at the lake, he had wanted to take her right there but decided to test the limits of his Lycan. To see if his inner wolf would crave another—perhaps Valkyrie or even one of the females who would do anything to be on his bed.
Just any female other than her.
But no.
Ari.
A sharp pain pierced his abdomen, and when Duncan looked down, he realized he was painfully hard. Just the thought of her had done this to him?
Roughly, he got out of the bathtub. He grabbed his robe, put it on, and stepped outside.
The night soldiers guarding his chamber gave him respectful bows.
As the cold night breeze hit his skin, Duncan shut his eyes, trying to steady his breathing.
"Is she our mate?" he asked his inner Lycan, but the beast fell silent, though it still writhed restlessly.
It seemed his Lycan was as confused as he was.
That night, he had seen the unmistakable ouroboros mark on her neck. Could he have been mistaken?
He could tell she hadn't lied about her parents’ background when she narrated. So that isn't possible.
Beside, Ouroboros are all dead many years ago.
Taking a deep breath, Duncan turned and decided to take a stroll.
••••••••••
Arianna paced her room, unable to sleep.
How could she?
She had been lying on her bed for hours, yet sleep seemed to have fled entirely. Her mind raced, her thoughts swirling uncontrollably.
She leaned toward the mirror again, checking her eyes.
They were fucking silver—silver!
How could this be?
Her mother’s eyes had been brown, a trait Lylah had inherited. Hers had always been green, just like her father, Alpha Thane. So where did the silver come from?
Had her eyes changed color overnight? It felt surreal.
Her mind drifted to the stories she had read with Brigid.
The Ouroboros, dragon-keepers—they had silver hair and eyes. They could control fire. Could she be one of them?
No.
Arianna shook her head. That couldn’t be possible. Her mother was a werewolf, and so was her father. She was a pureblood. An alpha blood at that.
Perhaps it was because of Lily’s absence that her eyes had changed color. Surely, once Lily returned, she’d go back to her normal self.
Definitely.
But how could she explain the fire incident with the slave master?
Her eyes flicked to her lantern. There was only one way to find out.
She opened it and stared at the small flame flickering gently, its light casting a soft glow in her chamber.
Arianna took a deep breath and waved her hand over the flame.
It wavered, almost going out, but quickly returned to normal. Nothing happened. Nothing unusual.
“Burn,” she whispered, commanding the flame. She waved her hand again, but still, it remained steady.
“Surely it’s all a myth. Dragons aren’t real... they’re just night tales told to children,” she assured herself.
Perhaps Selene had saved her in the cell, pretending not to, before killing the other slave master.
What was Selene then? Urgh! She doesn't want to think about this.
Her door creaked open, pulling her from her thoughts. Her mind went shut at the figure that stood by her threshold.
"Y-Your Grace," she stuttered, startled by Duncan stepping inside.
What was he doing there in the middle of the night?
His eyes locked onto hers, filled with pure hunger—pure lust.
As he approached, Arianna instinctively stepped back. Her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she fell onto it.
He loomed over her, his intense gaze boring into her soul.
The way his eyes seemed to devour her sent a chill down her spine.
Duncan’s face came close, his lips brushing against her neck.
"What the hell are you doing to me, little flame?" he growled against her delicate skin. His warm breath making her skin tingle.
"My king," she rasped, barely able to comprehend his words.
"Why the hell do you smell so good?" he muttered as his lips trailed to her collarbone, sucking hard, marking her with hickeys.
Sensation hit her body like tidal waves, her toes curling.
His hand cupped one of her breasts, and the thin fabric she wore did nothing to shield her from the warmth of his touch.
It felt so good. Why? Oh she doesn't care.
It was magical. Everything that worried her not long ago faded.
Soft—perfectly made for his hold. Like her entire body was crafted for him.
His.
Tearing the fabric, his mouth trailed down to her breast, capturing her hardened pink nipple in his mouth. He nibbled on it, sending waves of pleasure through her.
Her moans hitting the four corners of the room and before she knew it, she tangled her finger in his dark long hair.
Surprisingly, he didn't mind, instead, he squeezed her other breást harder. Massaging them.
Her core throbbed, wet with desire.
"Oh... God!"
"My king..."
Duncan grazed her nipple slightly harder. It hurt, but it also excited her in a strange way.
His tongue rolled over the sensitive peak, then he sucked on them again.
"Why the hell does this taste so good?" he murmured, his deep voice igniting her even further.
Damn!
Duncan had never pleased a woman before. He only ever took them to satisfy his lust.
But this slave...
Slave?
Even thinking the word felt awkward. This woman beneath him.
Her moans—he wanted more of them.
He grazed his teeth over the delicate flesh just above her nipple. Her body quivered beneath him, her moan rose, filling the room. Now that was more like it.
Flipping her over, he pinned her upper body to the bed. Without warning, he shoved his hard fat côck into her.
A cry tore from her lips, pleasure mixing with pain. Her walls clenched around him, so tight, so warm, engulfing him completely.
His Lycan purred.
'Now that’s more like it,' Ask growled in his head.
Thrust. Thrust.
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, mingling with her cries of pleasure.
He gripped her hair tightly, pulling hard enough to ripple through a few strands.
He was rough, but surprisingly, her body took it all, matching his brutality.
Her eyes rolled back, her spine arching perfectly under his hold as he slammed into her over and over.
Why had he resisted this, when could have taken her with a snap of his fingers?
Good. Just so good.
He released his seed deep inside her, locking her body to his, ensuring she took all of it.
Arianna felt his warmth spread through her like wildfire.
Her grip on the sheets tightened as he began to move again.
One thing she knew, she’d ache all over once the sun rose.
Her king didn’t seem to plan on stopping anytime soon.