The Lycan King's Forbidden Craving - Chapter 86: Chapter 86

The last words weren’t just in her thoughts. Beneath the blindfold, Arianna’s eyes flashed silver, power surging through her veins, and—
Snap!
Her hands broke free.
She ripped off the blindfold, and the first thing she did was reach for him, crashing her lips against his in a desperate, bruising kiss.
Duncan didn’t mind. He kissed her back just as fiercely, their lips clashing in a wild, maddening hunger.
Arianna groaned, moving against him, and only then did Duncan unleash his inner beast.
He gripped her hip tighter, pulling out almost completely and the shoving it in deep into her.
"Urgh!!! Fuck!" She literally shrieked under his hold, her head thrown backwards.
He plunged into her hard and deep, her cries rising with every powerful thrust.
"It took you long enough to break those chains," he growled in her ear.
He drove into her harder.
"Yeeesss!!" Her voice was raw, unladylike, her head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure.
He gripped her hair, yanked her back, and shoved his tongue into her mouth, all while his hips rose and fell, pounding into her with relentless force.
Her body jolted violently against the bed, her cries blending with the sound of their skin slapping together.
The air thick with their intimacy.
"The way you make me feel, Ari… fuck!" He cursed loud, his voice gruff, laced with venom.
"Your body. Your mind. Your soul. All made for me. Made for me to destroy. To keep. To cherish. You're mine. Never forget that."
"I'm… yours… ahh, fucking hell!" She fisted his long hair, crying out in pleasure, unraveling in his arms.
She was floating in the clouds, every inch of her welcoming his brutal thrusts.
He was truly wrecking her.
Heat coiled in her belly, her head reeling as she snapped.
She shattered around him, collapsing onto the bed, but he didn’t stop. He kept moving, dragging her higher and higher, forcing her over the edge again and again.
Soon, Arianna was on all fours, her back arching in a perfect curve. Her slick folds, drenched in her own release, were presented to the beast behind her.
Duncan stared at her like she was a masterpiece, his eyes dark and wild.
Then, he leaned over and dragged his hot, wet tongue over her dripping core.
Arianna pressed her face into the sheets, her body already begging for more.
"You taste so damn good," he growled, his fangs elongating as he licked her again. "Smell even better. Every little thing about you is driving me insane."
"I'm all yours, Your Highness," she purred, breathless.
Despite her exhaustion, she still wanted him. Still craved him.
Duncan gripped her ass firmly, parted her folds, and shoved his tongue inside her again.
Oh, fuck. Her taste—her scent—was his favorite sin.
He greedily took her, gripping her firmly as she reacted to his assault.
Then, he positioned his throbbing, rock-hard member at her entrance and thrust into her. Fuck, he loved this position.
She looked so submissive like this—her back arched, her wrists bound, her messy hair spread across the sheet with some strands glued to her face.
Her body taking every punishing thrust he gave her. He had a perfect view of the red marks of possession on her skin, the messy, dreamy expressions she made, and the way she slammed herself back against his hard thrusts.
Fuck.
Duncan drove into her faster, ramming that sweet spot deep inside her. Arianna’s cries quickly turned into screams as her body rocked with pleasure, the unbearable heat inside her bubbling until it snapped again.
Her release hit hard.
Then, she felt it—his warm fluid spilling deep inside her.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she struggled to catch her breath.
Duncan flipped her over in one swift motion, crashing his lips onto hers in a fierce, consuming kiss. She kissed him back just as hungrily, knowing one thing.
He wasn’t done breaking her.
•••••
After washing up with Arianna, Duncan stepped back into his chamber and gently placed her on his king-sized bed before lying beside her.
Arianna wasted no time shifting closer, wrapping her arms around his and melting into his warmth.
Her eyes fluttered open slightly, meeting his gaze, though she seemed barely aware of anything around her.
"I'm so glad you don’t hate me, My Dun… or reject me," she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy. "I wouldn't be able to handle it."
His hand, impossibly gentle, brushed her damp hair away from her forehead, just so he could see her face more clearly. Calm--she was a definition of beauty.
His gaze lingered on her neck for a moment, Ash crept to the surface but he pushed him back.
'She is tired' Duncan scolded. 'Let her rest.'
'That is not what I want and you know it,' Ash replied.
Duncan sighed, shifting back to her face. She had already fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling with steady rhythm.
His thumb ran softly over her cheek, then to her neck, caressing the marks he had inflicted on her body.
"What should I do with you, little flame?" he murmured.
His jaw clenched, eyes darkened.
"I want to bring every man who ever dared to hurt you to your feet… especially that stupid ex-mate of yours."
It had taken every ounce of restraint not to sever that motherfûcker’s head in the Grand Hall.
But he knew Arianna wouldn’t want that… at that moment.