The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Arianna's leg couldn't move, even though she tried to.
She should run, follow the simple advice he had given her. She should flee as far as her legs could carry her.
The man before her was terrifying, marred with the blood of the ones he had brutally killed.
But...
Where could she run to when his presence was pulling her only to him?
Whatever beast that was suddenly raging inside her was absolutely crazy, unbelievably preposterous, as it kept screaming the word-Mine.
There was a thick connection. A magnetic pull, stronger than her will. One that could simply not be silenced.
A deep urge tore through her, clouding her senses wanting and seeing just him. Him!
Mine.
Before she could stop herself, her feet moved, and she dared, crashing her lips onto the terrifying male's own with her eyes snapping shut.
He froze in place like a statue. The low, guttural growling faltered.
Slowly, she pulled away to look at him; however, she was only inches apart when his hands, still smeared with blood, gripped her hair and reconnected his lips to hers so roughly that the air was forced from her lungs.
Arianna's knees weakened as his lips fiercely claimed her.
He was kissing her! The king was fucking kissing her!
It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was desperate, searing, like a man starving for too long.
"The taste of your lips..." He growled pulling away and locking his hungery gaze with hers. The primal look remain.
He kissed her again, harder and rougher than before. Duncan ravished her whole.
"Too good to be true... Fucking addictive."
He groaned in pleasure, shoving his warm tongue into her mouth.
Arianna moaned in response, matching his hunger and entangling her own tongue with his, though not entirely matching with his fast pace.
Her body betrayed her, not listening to her every instinct that screamed for distance; instead, she melted in the devil's arms, pushing herself closer as he grabbed her slender waist possessively.
A sneer vibrated deep within his chest, deepening this kiss with desperate need. He couldn't get enough.
His grip on her short jagged hair tightened, as though she might disappear if he loosened his hold.
Mine.
The word was no longer just in her head. It was everywhere.
In his touch.
In his breath.
In the way his teeth scraped against her lower lip as he kept her pinned to the tree.
The quiet forest held only the sounds of their desperate breaths, the wet, fevered smacking of lips, the low groans of pleasure.
They were lost, drowning in the storm of each other.
They were lost in a pool of pleasure. Everything around them blurred out; all they could see was each other under the full moonlight.
Then suddenly-his claws reached for the remnant of her dress, ripping them away, the sound piercing the air.
Under the barely concealed light of the full moon, Arianna was naked.
••••••••
This female.
Duncan had underestimated her.
She had pulled him back when he was on the brink of losing the last strand of his sanity.
She had turned his bloodlust into primal, pure sexual desire.
She had dared to kiss a devil like him as if it were her last fucking meal.
It pushed him to the edge of another kind of insanity.
One thing was clear. She was his. And she would remain his.
He had underestimated the bond that ran so deep within their souls. The intoxicating force that tangled them together, inescapable, undeniable.
The constant roar of possessiveness clawed at his mind, demanding he take, claim, ruin. But beneath it, something far more terrifying lurked-his need for her went beyond instinct.
It was absolute.
Her fingers tangled in his disheveled hair, her breasts aching for his touch pressed against his firm chest, marred with blood.
She was dripping wet; he could smell her arôusal. Her musk was so thick, heavy in the air.
He could hear the sound of that slim fluid dripping down her thighs.
Duncan was no better. His dîck was throbbing hard, èrect-almost too painful.
Arianna gasped as he pulled away, her wet, swollen lips parting to catch her breath.
He groped her ass, lifting her up to himself, her parted legs instinctively wrapped around his firm torso.
Then, without warning--
He thrust hard and deep into her already wet, slick folds.
She threw her head backward letting out loud cry.
Her body shaking violently. He didn't stop; his thrusts came hard and fast, fucking her against the tree.
So warm.
So tight.
Her walls squeezed him, sucked him in, milking him like the sweetest addiction.
He snarled, his mouth latching onto her breast, sucking hard at her swollen, sensitive pink nipple.
Her breasts bounced with each constant jolt of her body, her hands clinging onto him.
Arianna's scream echoed piercingly. Her voice rose to a high pitch as waves of intense pleasure sent her soaring to the clouds, clouding her senses.
Even as she came down from her climax, he didn't stop thrusting hard into her opening.
One bloodstained hand slid around her throat, gripping firmly as he hauled her face close. His forehead pressed to hers.
His voice was a dark, primal growl.
"Moan my fucking name, Ari."
His next thrust was brutal.
"DUNCAN!"
•••••••••••
Back at the Sacred wing, the air was thick with tension. Those who knew about the King's rut felt fear they couldn't conceal.
Lucas had gathered a few strong warriors, just in case of an emergency.
Duncan had never left his room whenever his rut began. He simply mind-linked the guards for a slave...
But tonight was different. With the full moon showing up without warning, the king must had grown restless in his room.
There were signs of hideous scratches on the wall as though he'd been trying to restrain himself before finally bursting out.
The head warrior approached Lord Lucas with his men.
"His Majesty is in the forest, Your Highness. We heard screams." The head warrior hesitated, swallowing the bile in his throat before adding, "We smell blood... six scents in total-five males and a slight scent of a female."
Lucas's jaw clenched. "I'll go find him."
"My Lord-"
"Warn everyone in the Citadel to take cover. We need strong arms to protect them, and I'll find a way to keep the King busy until he gets back to himself-"
"My Lord!" A warrior ran toward him, dragging a female slave behind her. "I believe this slave knows what happened to the king's slave," he said pushing the slave to her knees.
The young female slave shivered under Lucas's piercing gaze, keeping her head bowed.
"Speak," Lucas ordered.
"Ser Atlas forced me to drug her food," her voice trembled as she spoke.
"What did you drug her with?" Lucas's voice was a blade, slicing through the tense air.
The slave flinched, gripping the hem of her dress as tears spilled down her face.
"I-I don't know the name, my Lord. He gave me a vial. He threatened to have my sister killed if I refused or told anyone. Then... The king's slave... she collapsed after eating," the slave whimpered. "Ser Atlas and a few other guards carried her away. I swear I don't know where!"
Lucian's brow furrowed. "How many of them?"
The slave thought for a moment. "Ser Atlas and four other guards."
Lucian immediately placed the puzzle together, and the realization shook him to the core.
The King had left his chamber and sought out Arianna.
Judging from the blood scent, he knew one thing-the slave master and the guards were dead. Brutally slaughtered.
And as for the slave...
Surviving the first rut didn't mean she might survive this one.