Todos los capítulos de The Lycan King's Mistress: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

ROMERome found himself fighting to restrain his beast for the thousandth time that day and it had only just begun. Since last night, he had struggled to control his beast and had transformed in the strangest way ever. He had spent the hours since he’d transformed back, racking his brain for an explanation to it but came up with nothing. Could it really be because of Elora? The thought sent uncomfortable shivers through him that changed to flames of desire as he remembered how soft and how naked she had been last night. He felt his member harden almost painfully at how plaint she had been beneath him with her soft well-rounded curves. Her scent was still in his memory and he was still painfully aware of how the explosion of her desire had tasted.It had been heady enough to stir his beast and if he hadn’t controlled himself, he would have sunk his fangs into her neck then and there. There was no reasonable explanation he had been able to come up with.Rome found his way to the roya

ELORA After spending so much time with the king as we planned the raid, it was unsettling that I hadn't set eyes on him in days. Of course, I could feel his commandeering presence in the palace but he hadn't summoned me. I shook my head, reminding myself that he didn't need me. I was just his mistress. But I couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that perhaps I had done something wrong. The last memory I remembered of him was the night we shared my bed. Was the king still furious about the incident? But why should he be? Wasn't it my duty to bear his child? Running off after that night raised so many questions but with many moons spent as the king's mistress, I knew it was useless trying to decipher the king's thoughts towards me. I’d been trying to find justification that that night had actually happened but so far all I had had were the love bites but even they had faded now. Could it really be a figment of my imagination? "I brought a book." A familiar voice said pulling me

ROME"Then why don’t you touch me?” Rome heard her ask. “Why don’t you make love to me? You always pull away from me.”He stared surprised by how bold she was with her questions then he noticed she was shaking visibly.She sounded nothing like her demeanour. Perhaps her emotions were still heightened from the fight she had been in. Adrenaline was known to do more amusing things. "You don't know what you're talking about." He smirked. "Come. Let me see your wounds.""I'm healing fine, Sire." She answered running her elbows. "I should go back to my room. Good night, your Majesty." She said, bowing her head and turning.He watched her head towards the door, posture straight and strong even though he knew she should be in pain."Get over here."Without warning, he pulled Elora by the neck, jerking her forcefully to himself and locked his lips to hers. Shocked. "I..mmm.." Her body began to tremble.Her eyes went wide with shock for a minute, and then she sank into the feeling of his tong

"No, please. Don't stop. Don't. Fuck. Please." I begged.He smacked me across the face. Then he pinched my nipples so hard, they hurt."Ugh!""You're my whore? My mistress?" He asked."Yes, My King.""Do you like it?" He said, and spanked me across the thighs.Before I could answer, another spank. And another. And another.I growled. My wolf did. My fangs lengthened."Yes, Sire. Please."With that, he increased his pace. His fingers, working faster on my clit as his tongue reached into me.He rubbed my pussy, my wetness drenching his bed, my desire feeding his own. He licked, flicked, kissed and sucked me and then I gave in, shuddered and came."Ooooohhhhhhhhh fffffffffUCK!" I grunted loudly.As I reached my climax and began to shudder, the King raised his head and spanked me hard across the thighs.The mild pain increased the orgasm. As I came, spasm after spasm rippling through me, my body shook and shuddered and my juices flooded.He sucked my nipple once more, as he lowered his he

.ALKAROD Alpha Rasmus stood by the window of the infirmary, hands locked behind his back. He had been spending more time in this room with his sick son and ever teary wife, more than any other room in his palace. The room reeked of fear, desperation and near death - both of which Alpha Rasmus harbored in the pit of his heart, in the gut of his stomach. He had developed a hobby of staring outside the window. Perhaps the light and fresh breeze from the outside world would refreshen and illuminate the nightmare his life had turned out to be since his son's sickness. Moons had come and gone, yet hope was still far fetched. And with the recent developments of the Lycan king, believing that there would be goodnews soon would be nothing but wishful thinking. Rasmus could not afford to wish. He could not intentionally break his own heart in such a manner. His Luna, however, did not share in his sentiment. His wife seemed to seize every opportunity she could find to cry, wail, and wish