The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 66: Chapter 66

With that, Duncan left the room, and as he did, the other Lords began to leave as well—except Magnus and a few.
Lord Pericles leaned toward Magnus, whispering, his voice shaky.
"Something is wrong. The King looks... more of... more of... I don’t know, but I think he knows something."
"Like what?" Magnus raised a brow. "There’s no way he’ll find out."
"But he’s not giving any clue about what he’s thinking. This is a dangerous game, and we’re about to lose everything." Pericles' voice dropped lower. "And oh, am I the only one who noticed the slight blood on his tunic? He’s torturing someone. Who could that be?"
"Be quiet!... Of course I have no idea what’s going on, but I do know that if you keep running your mouth, things will go straight to hell," Magnus snapped, and Pericles’ jaw clenched. Then, without another word, Magnus left.
Pericles mumbled, "It’s gonna be a hell of a Grand Festival."
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"It hurts! Oh God, it hurts!... Ahhh!!!"
Selene stared at the two witches, one was dead and her body was being cleared, while the other one almost had all her body covered in bruises and blood, half of her entire skin burnt.
Of course, it was the king who tortured them himself.
The male had been all over the edge for the past few days, having seem to find out something, a deceiving act and these two witches had unfortunately crossed the devil.
"Help... Me please. It hurts!... My body hurts... Please!!!" the witch writhed in pain as the slave cleared the blood.
Soon, Selene knew she might be in this state, perhaps with Arianna. Bound in chains, marred with blood and tortured to death because of their bloodline.
Though, Selene understood Arianna's decision more than anything. Running, Hiding and cowering in fear would not be the best solution...
Especially when she had both bloodlines.
But there's this tiny hope, a very little one that sting her heart.
Maybe. Just maybe the mating bond will be the only solution.
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DINNING ROOM.
It's been a few minutes since Nyra told Arianna that King Duncan wanted to dine with her.
All those courage, she had been building up was slowly slipping away as minutes passed. She would tell him once he asked, omitting Selene's part.
Yeah, she had finally found a way to omit Selene's part.
But what if he had forgotten about it all. That would still be cool right?
Nonsense Aria, how could he forget?
Wanting to distract herself from the thought, Arianna had something clicked on her mind.
Her hand reached for the knife on a plate, she gaze down at palm.
Exhaling, she cut herself and winced at the pain, then she watched her skin healed, stitching itself up within seconds, it healed.
She could heal so fast!
However, she hadn't connect with her dragon. She still need to seek Selene, for help soon.
The door suddenly creaked open and Arianna jerked up from her seat, turning to see the King Duncan stepping in and approaching her.
"Your..."
Her lips snapped shut as Duncan sealed her lips close with a kiss. A wild, passionate one, filled with raw hunger.
He sucked, pulled, grazed and ravished her lips like ravage hungry beast and Arianna returned the kiss with the same hunger, though didn't meet his relentless pace, her mind went haywire.
His callous hands grabbed her backside, lifting her to himself, her legs instinctively wrapped around his firm torso.
With one hand, Duncan cleared a space on the table, sending plates and cups clashing down, before dropping there.
Lips still molded, the taste made his fangs elongated and when he pulled away, his golden-amber eyes was burning with intense desire.
Collaring her neck with one hand, he gaze down at her wet swollen wet lips, slightly
"What are you doing to me, Ari?" he sneered, low hungry voice. "You're in my head. Day and Night. Three whole fucking days and I can't get you off my head."
Arianna breath siezed, her back arched as he pulled her close, slamming his lips on hers again, stealing her breath.
His grip on her neck tightened, not enough to hurt her but to remind her who was in control. His voice deep and low.
"Three fucking days, and I've gone mad with the thought of you wrecking beneath me, Jolting and as I bury my cock deep, striking every walls and making shriek out my name."
Arianna moan as his finger brush over her racing pulse.
"I should ruin you for this," his warm tongue flickered against her burning skin, before his fangs grazed her skin. "Make you beg. Make you scream. Make you mine."
"Dun..." She toes curled, the ache in between her legs, unbearable.
"Tell me Ari... You feel that madness too?"
Of course she does. Despite the danger, this male had been in her head without warning.
"I do..." She breathe and he kissed her again. Gently this time, his hand roaming on her body, while hers--one hand in his dark, silk long hair and the other holding his broad shoulder.
A short voices of commotion reached them. Someone was ordering a guard to open the door, but Duncan and Arianna were too memerized in the pleasure of each other's arms.
Soon, the door creaked opened, the scent of Jasmine filled the air.
Duncan recognized it but that didn't stop him from kissing the woman in his arms, nibbling and making her breathless. Groping her ass close, Duncan crashed his lips at neck.
Arianna gasped, her eyes fluttered opened slightly, meeting with the figure at the threshold of the door.
Shock. Anger. Pain.
All cleared in those brown eyes of Valkyie's.
One that bought nothing but satisfaction to Arianna's nerve.
Why does Valkyrie look as though, she had stolen the Great Grand King Thornevale--the male in between her legs--from her?
When this male was her mate.
Yeah her mate!
Smirking darkly and locking her gaze with Valkyrie, Arianna let out a moan.
"Oh yes!... My king!"