The Prince’s desire

Luca De Lucian’s POV

The forest was quiet again after she fled, but my blood still burned. I stood at the edge of the hidden stream I had discovered years ago during one of our visits to Verelion City.

This sanctuary tucked deep in the woods beside an old orchard heavy with ripe, sweet fruits had always been my private escape.

The crystal-clear water cascaded gently over smooth stones, perfect for washing away the weight of duty and power. Tonight, it had brought me something far more intoxicating.

The little flower I met earlier.

Even in the darkness, my enhanced vision power and the strength of my inner wolf, Varney, let me see her with perfect clarity. Those bright blue eyes were wide with a mix of fear and unwilling arousal. Long golden hair, damp and clinging to her skin, reaching all the way to her tiny waist. The generous curve of her hips that swayed with every desperate movement… Goddess, she was built like a temptation meant to test even a Lycan Prince.

If she hadn’t thrown that accusation at me calling me a man who forces himself on helpless women—I would have taken her right there in the water. I could still taste her on my tongue.

The way I had latched onto her full breast, sucking hard on that sensitive peak while she gasped and arched against me. The soft, shocked cry that escaped her throat when I moved to her other breast, biting and licking until her nipples were tight and glistening. I felt how wet she had become for me, her body betraying her even as her mouth fought me.

My cock twitched at the memory, still half-hard beneath the dark robe I had thrown on.

I wasn’t used to this. Women threw themselves at me—Prince Luca De Lucian, heir to the mightiest Lycan line. I possessed the most powerful wolf alive. Varney was a giant, ancient force that left most she-wolves trembling, empty and ruined after a single night, their own wolves overpowered and broken.

Yet this little flower had struggled. She had used every bit of her fire and wits to push me away. She was different… and that only made me want her more.

The moment I touched her, an unmistakable bond had snapped into place. Varney had gone wild inside me, panting, growling, glowing with raw need. He wanted to mark her on the spot—sink his teeth into that pretty neck while I buried myself deep between those lush thighs and claimed her completely. I had to use every ounce of my control to hold him back.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly slipped on a pair of shorts, covering my still-aroused body just as my twin brother emerged from the trees.

“Hey,” Prince Leo De Lucian called out, his usual easy grin in place. “You coming with us? We’re heading to the neighboring kingdom to deliver a strong warning. They’ve been launching cowardly little attacks on our borders again. Father wants blood if they don’t submit.”

I nodded, still half-lost in thoughts of her. “Yes… I’ll go.”

But inside, my mind was elsewhere. I must find that little damsel again. She had to be part of this pack we were visiting. I wasn’t done with her. Not even close.

I imagined wrapping my fist in that long golden mane, pulling her head back as I took her from behind, those wide hips slamming back against me while she moaned my name. I didn’t enjoy breaking she-wolves, Varney’s power often left them empty and changed but with her… something told me she could handle it. Maybe even match it.

Leo narrowed his eyes, looking suspicious. “Was there a girl here with you? I hope you haven’t been out here hard-fucking some innocent little wolf in the woods with that insane Lycan libido of yours. Try not to kill anyone before the royal visit, brother.”

I ignored his teasing and fell into step beside him as we left the woods. Leo had always been my best friend—more jovial and quick with jokes than I was. We shared almost everything… but this? I wasn’t ready to tell him how one fiery stranger had gotten under my skin.

We joined my father’s convoy. The warning we were about to deliver was simple: any kingdom that dared bring rubbish or attacks to our borders would bleed. It had been too long since I spilled enemy blood, and the thought sent a dark thrill through me.

Varney stirred approvingly. Shedding blood always calmed his restless hunger.

But even as we moved out, my thoughts kept drifting back to her—Lyra. That magnetic bond. The way her body had responded to my mouth on her breasts. The fire in her eyes when she ran.

I smirked into the night.

I would find her again. And next time, I wouldn’t stop. I’m not done with her yet …..