The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 51: Chapter 51

THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Lylah groaned, slamming the chair against the door handle for the umpteenth time, sweat glistening on her skin, her breath ragged.
She had tried several ways—hitting it with the chair, kicking, and slamming her fists against it—but the door, crafted from solid wood, wouldn’t budge, leaving only scratches that did nothing to help her situation.
Each second that passed frustrated her more.
She didn't stop. She wouldn’t. Not until she got out of here. Even if it took all night, she was ready to keep at it until someone opened the fûcking door.
Finally, a creak sounded. Lylah’s eyes snapped wide as the door slowly swung open.
Her gaze met Brigid’s.
“You?” Brigid raised a brow.
“Hi again…” Lylah panted. Drawing in several breaths she spoke again. “You're the girl who walked out after I mentioned my name back at the healer's quarters.”
Brigid gave her a snobby look. “Why are you locked up here?”
Lylah drew in another sharp breath. “Nothing for you to worry about. Thanks for opening the door, but I have to go.”
Lylah hadn’t taken three steps before Brigid grabbed her from behind.
“I asked you a question,” Brigid reminded her curtly.
Lylah yanked her arm free from Brigid’s grip. “I need to find my sister. Do you know where she is?”
Brigid crossed her arms over her chest. “She’s in the woods, servicing the King.”
Lylah’s brows knitted. “What kind of service is done in the woods?”
Brigid didn't reply immediately. Instead, she took a step forward.
"How does it feel to steal my place? I still can't help but wonder how you managed to convince the Grand Lord to make you a warrior.”
Lylah snorted. “Trust me, it wasn’t going the way I wanted."
"You think this is funny?" Brigid's brows knitted further.
"Maybe we’ll talk later. Right now, I have to find my sister.” Lylah turned to leave but was grabbed again.
Brigid sneered in a low voice. “I’m not done talking to you.”
This time, Lylah’s expression grew cold. “I said we’ll discuss this later,” her voice dropped to an icy tone. “Now, let go.”
Brigid smirked, revealing her elongating canines, her demeanor growing more menacing as she stepped forward.
“Make me. Show me how strong you are, Lylah Greystone.”
••••••••••
In the woods.
The air was thick with intîmacy, mingling with smell of blôod. The only sound that could be heard was Arianna's heavy breath and gasps.
Her chest heaves as she lay on the grass, her lips parted as pleasure washed over her.
She side glanced at the dead body at the side, it was one of the guards who the king had tore into half.
The sight should terrify her, remind her how beastly her male is, but her mind barely registered it.
Another wave of pleasure rippled through her, making her back arch. The King's muscular hand trailed along her slick, glistening body, cupping one of her breasts and squeezing her nipple hard.
She took her other breast in her hand, squeezing it as well, while her free hand gripped the King's hair as he buried his head between her legs, ravishing her completely.
Her body trembled as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Duncan's golden eyes, glowing like molten fire, bore into her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
"Do you realize how sexy you are?" His voice vibrated through her veins. "No matter how hard fûcked you, Ari... No matter how long. It just won't be enough."
"Dun... Please," Arianna bit down her lips.
It was happening again. The weird crashing sensation that seems to burn her in and out.
The weird urge of wanting to be môunted by him all day.
It was like on his first rut...
The only difference was that instead of feeling pain whenever his claws grazed her skin—drawing blood and leaving her sore for days—she was healing and taking his brutality so well. So well, it shocked her.
Despite her utterly exhausted body, she was craving more.
"I want you. I want you, Dun!... Please!"
Duncan smirked. "What a pretty little slut you are. Mine." She jerked when he grazed her sensitive nub. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? How badly I want to break you, squeeze you, destroy you… and then put you back together, only to do it all over again?"
"Dun..." she rasped, desperate for release.
He continued, "Do you have any inkling how much I want to ruin you—over and over—until you see nothing but me? You're mine, Ari."
Arianna whimpered as he trailed kisses up her thighs.
"Yours... I'm yours! Only yours!"
Her words made him shift into his half form before sealing her lips with a fierce, heated kiss—passionate and hard.
Despite the pain of his fangs grazing her delicate lips, despite the metallic taste in her mouth, she kissed him back with the same burning passion.
His filthy words only made her condition worse.
Her body burned for his cock—craved him thrusting in and out of her.
With a sudden, swift move, he flipped her over, grabbed her tangled hair, yanked her up to him, and slapped her breast hard. It bounced at his mercy before he squeezed it roughly.
Arianna winced, pleasure and pain mixing so well.
"This woods is forever going to remember tonight. The trees would bare witness of how our body burn till the sun comes up." He gently grazed his teeth on her earlobe.
His warm breath fanning her neck. "I don't just want to claim you—I want to brand myself into inch of your very soul."
Her body arched perfectly in his hold, his hard fat cock grazing and teasing her wet throbbing opening.
"Claim me your highness... Please," Arianna rasped, her folds was aching badly.
Whatever was awakened in her was way disturbed, restless driving her insane, still screaming-- Mine!
His thrust began once again.
•••••••••
Selene lifted the hood of her cloak, concealing her face. She parted the large plants blocking her path and stepped into the clearing, where her bird-like creature stood, magnificent.
Eryndor screeched at the sight of her.
"Seriously?" Selene raised a brow. "I was only ten minutes late."
Eryndor screeched again.
"The Citadel is in chaos since the full moon appeared all of a sudden. The King's rut is happening, and by sneaking out, I’m risking my life."
Eryndor screeched softly this time. Selene approached, reaching out to touch its beak.
"You’ve traveled far," she murmured, a small smile of concern grazing her lips. "How is my Goddess?"
Eryndor let out a low screech, making Selene’s face fall with sadness, her heart clenching in her chest knowing what it meant.
"The message—I cannot stay long."
Eryndor extended its leg, a silver scroll wrapped around it.
Selene quickly reached for it, unwrapping the delicate silver sheet inside.
It was a reply from her goddess about Arianna.
Her pulse quickened as she read each words written in an ancient dragon tongue.
It was short, but every word pulsed with power.
Dear Selene, Watcher of the Marked One,
The girl is my daughter.
Blood of my blood, fire of my fire.
I would stand beside her if fate allowed it, but my flames wane, and my body weakens.
Protect her in my stead. No harm must reach her.
The world will remember what it has forgotten.
By my will, it is spoken. By my flame, it is sealed.
From your goddess, Drakora, the Fallen goddess of the Ouroboros.