All Chapters of The Lycan King's Mistress: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

HANAERUM ~•~ "More wine!" "Oyy! More wine over here!" Kain Kurt turned to his right to find a naked waitress dallying around. In her hands were two trays filled with empty glasses. He frowned and spanked her hard across her ass cheeks. She squirmed. "You heard them, didn't you? Fucking fill the glasses up." He growled, watching with a faint sense of pride as her gaze dropped to his feet. "Yes, my Lord." She scurried away from his presence. Kain kept his eyes on her until she had disappeared into the darkness that waited outside the door. Once she was gone, he returned his gaze to the glorious sight in front of him; his thriving brothel, situated in the lower rooms of his mansion. He stroked his bearded chin with his right fingers, his left clutched his walking cane. Business had to continue, he thought to himself. So, he had developed a wise plan to bring the brothel to his very own home, where the king would be unable to stick his bloody nose into affairs that least concern

Rome sturdied his gaze on the papers in front of him. Balancing accounts were the least of his duties he enjoyed, he wished he could go hunting instead. Or read a fucking book. However, no matter how much he hated accounting, it was better than sinking himself in thoughts of Elora, and all that had happened between them the previous night. Rome could smell her scent on his skin. As though making love to her had engraved her scent into his skin, his nostrils, every fucking where! Shit. Rome cursed once he caught himself. He was doing it again. His head jerked up once he heard the knock on the door of his study. Grateful for the distraction, Rome banged his quill against the table and stretched his back out. "Come in!" He called out, hoping whoever was behind the door had heard him. The knob turned, and the door was slowly pushed open. Rome lowered his gaze to his table, while he raised his right hand to massage the sides of his head. Looking at so many numbers at once had starte

ELORA~•~ "A walk? Sure!" Lucy replied, quite heartily. She looked towards the door, and started to walk away, but I had a question - a very important one - that prompted me to call her back. The answer was important, and would be a huge determiner of my next course of action. "Lucy," She stopped on her tracks and turned to me. I watched how she held the sides of her dress. "Can I ask you a question?" Lucy looked over me. A hint of worry flashed in her eyes, before she took three steps closer to me. Perhaps my facial expression had sent a wrong signal. I managed a small smile. Her previously tensed shoulders relaxed. My fingers locked on their own accord. The thought of the question alone…"Do you…? Has there ever been a lycan king who…who found his mate?" I blurted out. It was only after the question had escaped my lips, that I mustered the courage to look into her eyes. They sparkled with amusement. Lucy threw her head back in a short laughter. She waved her hand at me,

The king's desire multiplied immediately he tasted her cherry red lips. From the second he had placed her on his bed, everything in him had sought to tear her clothes off and fuck her right there and then. Everything else be damned. Finally, desire had won. It was impossible for him to think straight. Her lips parted, granting him easy entrance. He sucked on her lower lip, nibbling the moist skin that sought to drive him mad.His firm hand reached for her chest, and clasped her right breast. Flushed, she moaned against his lips. Rome groaned, pressing his lips against her lower jaw. The sound threatened to drive him over his edge of madness. Heavens! He fucking loved it when she moaned. Squeezing on more, he raised his lips to the back of her right ear. He recalled the hands of the filthy man on her skin, the bruises he had caused. Rome's rage lit up, spreading through every part of his mind. "Do you feel this?" He squeezed harder, while whispering into her ear. Elora threw h

The king smiled to himself as he watched her sleep. Her long hair scattered all over his pillow, with free strands covering her face. She looked so at peace. Rome was not sure he had seen her look this way in a long while. He reached for her soft cheeks and pushed the hair away to get a clearer view of her thick and lush lashes. He could sit and watch her sleep for hours on end. The door of his chambers suddenly pushed open. Rome jerked his head up to stare at the intruder. His tense shoulders fell with ease when he saw Teriel. The man walked into the room with a bold stance. He looked down at the king's bed, and blood drained from his face instantly. His gaze dropped to the ground, the king smiled. "My apologies, your majesty. I thought that…" "It's alright, Teriel." Rome replied, dismissing the rest of the man's statement with a wave. He chuckled, and Teriel raised his eyes to the king. "I came here, your majesty, because I needed to inform you of something very important."