The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 85: Chapter 85

"Hey, Ari."
The deep voice came with a warm breath brushing over her chest, sending waves of sensation through her nerves.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Arianna tried to move, her body twitching with desire, but the chains tightly holding her arms kept her still, biting into her skin.
She felt his lips brush over her hardened nipple.
Arianna whimpered, her eyes darting behind the blindfold, toes curling as she tried to steady her breathing.
"Dun..."
"Shh, you're not allowed to make a sound, remember?"
His strong arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly before his other hand landed a sharp spank on her ass.
Arianna let out a wince, her body jerk at the impact—only to be met with another. This time, she bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan.
The sting sent a strange sense of pleasure through her. A part of her wanted more, but she knew better than to provoke him further.
The punishment was driving her insane—too cruel, too unbearable.
She couldn't touch. She couldn't see. She couldn't even let out the sounds dying to escape her throat.
Then, she felt the cool breeze kiss her skin—a clear sign that he had moved away.
She stirred on the bed, trying to locate him through her senses.
Duncan reached for his favorite wine at the corner, swirling the glass lazily as his gaze settled on the naked woman chained to his bed.
He took a sip of his wine, his eyes never leaving her. Her breath was unsteady, her heart pounding hard.
He drank more, keeping some in his mouth, then hovered over her to capture her lips.
Arianna, desperate for his warmth, leaned closer and parted her lips. The sweet, flavorful taste of his wine clouded her tongue.
She tried to kiss him, but he pulled away, teasing her—his lips brushing along the side of her mouth.
She wanted to cry out, but she'll get spanked again. Well... That might be a good thing.
"One thing I like, Ari, is the way your body responds," he murmured against her ear. "Not just to my touch, but to my words."
His fingers trailed down her thigh, deliberately stopping just where she needed him most.
She was soaking the sheet.
Duncan watched as she trembled under his touch, her back arching toward him. Her need was clear, her musk thick in the air, her breathing ragged as he bit her lip.
He parted her legs, hovering over her, pressing hot, lingering kisses along her neckline, trailing down to her collarbone.
His touch sent fire through her nerves.
"Please," she croaked, earning a sharp bite on her sensitive skin. She winced, though the sound was more like a moan.
He continued his assault, taking her pink, hardened nipple into his mouth while his other hand massaged the other.
Arianna couldn't handle it any longer. She let out another moan, and to her surprise, he let her. Her hands curled into fists, wishing the chains binding her would disappear so she could touch him, feel him—just once.
Then a thought clicked in her mind.
"My mate..." Arianna whispered.
Duncan stilled for a second. It worked.
"My Dun, I want to see you. To touch you," she said, her voice sweet and seductive.
"Nice try, Ari." He smirked. "Fine then. I do want to hear that voice. Moan for me."
"Oh… Dun," Arianna gasped, writhing on the bed as the king trailed his fingers down to her slick, aching core. He rubbed slow, teasing circles over her sensitive nub with two fingers.
A silent gasp escaped her lips. It was torture—even the air she breathed felt thick and heavy.
She wanted to hold him. Kiss him. Take him. It had been too long, and her body craved him as if starved for years.
Yet here he was, teasing her, taunting her—pushing her right to the edge.
"Please, Dun," she begged, her words breaking between ragged breaths.
"You don't get to defend any other men. Not in my absence and not in front of me, little flame."
So that was the real reason. But she had only wanted to see Selene.
He teased that sensitive button of hers harder, making her toes curl, tears creeping into the corners of her eyes.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry," she gasped, struggling against her restraints.
"No, little flame… You need to understand something tonight." He wrapped his arms around each of her legs. "I'm going to break you, just like I promised. And then, I'll put you back together."
"Please do… break me."
"You'll have to earn it, my sweet ruin," he whispered against her slick, aching core, then buried his face there.
Arianna cried out, the clinking sound of her chains echoing through the room as Duncan took her between his lips.
Duncan made it worse—teasing, sucking, making her tremble. He parted her folds and thrust his tongue inside.
A sob escaped her, desperate and raw, as he devoured her. His tongue, his teeth—grazing, nipping, wrecking her even more.
Just when she was on the brink, he stopped.
Arianna let out a whimper, desperate, fighting the urge to scream at the loss.
"Tell me, Ari. Are you mine?"
"I'm yours! Please—I'm yours, my king!"
He slipped a hand to grip her hip, and then the other to her neck, and in one swift motion, he thrust his hard length deep inside her.
Her cries filled the space as her head reeled.
That was just a taste. Duncan wasn’t done with her.
He started slow, teasing her walls, even though he was dying to break her apart. But this—this teasing was exquisite. Not just for the sight of her unraveling beneath him but because he was testing his own limits, too.
And fucking hell... She was damn sweet and warm.
Arianna trembled even more. Deperate, she tried to meet his thrusts, but the chains—
Fuck these chains!
Damn the chains!
Break them!