Todos los capítulos de Sold to the Ruthless Lycan king (The Lycan's flame).: Capítulo 211 - Capítulo 220

I wake up with my head on Lyrsos’s chest and a stream of sunlight hits me on the face.His chest rises and falls and I notice it subtly at first, the fact that something has changed.The change is so subtle I almost do not feel it but it’s there and then it comes. The sun seems to burn brighter today.Hotter.I feel every wave of heat as it courses through the room and I feel every draft of air. I feel the slight dusting of hair on Lyros’s chest as I lay on it, and every strand of hair on my head seems to be alive.I’m…. awake.“Are you okay Adelaide?”Lyros’s voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks and something about it has a smile breaking out on my face. That smile falls the next minute as the memories of yesterday come back to haunt me.“Yes Lord Lyros. Yes, everything is fine.”If Lyros is convinced he doesn’t say so. He doesn’t make any indication of where his heart lies this morning and it hurts me. I went into the room again.I don’t know why.After a week of constantly havin

Adelaide plays me like a fiddle.No a harp.She plays me with dexterous masterful fingers and she plays the most concordant of notes, I play out her tune like an oaf. Like a simple man whose two priorities are his wife’s life and his wife’s happiness. I want to ensure Adelaide has both in abundance, so I agree to her whims.I let her play me the way a youngling would play the piano. Clumsily at first, missing a few notes and blundering about on the musical scale.Yet getting better with each time, obtaining some bit of mastery, one after the other. “Are you ready, Lord Lyros?”The excitement in her eyes is tangible and it leaks into her voice. I turn and Adelaide is in a dress that takes my breath away. Her heels. She’s wearing heels with this outfit.The crystal stem of the heel gleams and leads to a pitch-black sole.Adelaide’s legs sit prettily in it, and a diamond-encrusted spiral holds the heel in place as it wraps around her leg.She’s in a brown top and a pink skirt. It hugs

Lyros pulls into the parking lot of the large building and awe has my throat feeling parched and my mouth slack jawed.“It’s called a Cinema.”I nod despite knowing fully well what a cinema is and that this is one. Human males and females discuss and walk past as I get down from the car and the wind blows the hair falling into my eyes backward slightly.I’ve always wanted to do this.Memories of me in my father’s pack come back and I remember how I would watch the others go out for movie nights in the local cinemas.The packs more inland of the barrier, live in a medieval age type world. The way Raleigh has castles and wooden ships.The closer some people are to the barrier, the closer the effects of the modern world reach us.The Briarwood pack was one of those packs that was close enough to have had a few of us join the legendary human werewolf court. The King beyond the border would accept a few new intakes into his court each ten years, and when the selected wolves leave, they’d c

Lyros circles his thumb around the circumference of my nipple and my walls clench as I close my laps tighter.Did this place get hot all of a sudden or is it just me?My body feels like it’s on fire and Lyross is warm behind me.His body radiates heat unlike any I have felt in a while and there’s something in the air about today.First he snaps at me for slouching in the seat, and how he’s turned himself into a seat, a very warm seat that has warm hands and which was already making me feel hot by the way one of them rubbed the curve of my stomach repeatedly.If i didn’t know better, i’d say Lyros was just trying to make me forget that he had an outburst, but there’s no way i’d forget that easily.Not even if he makes me leak with desire and get a moan from my lips by pinching the nipple he’s been circling for a while now.Lyros cups my breast in his hand and squeezes.A dirty filthy sound escapes my lips and I barely have time to muffle it. I can’t.“You want me to make you moan, don’

The ceiling has one moon, not two.I lay on the bed and stare at it while Lyros breathes heavily on the bed beside me.We had some, bath activities and now, I think he’s out of it.Lycans have incredible stamina, and to the best of my knowledge they do not get tired, but today Lyros seemed out of it.He kept saying my name. Kept muttering words in my ear that I didn't listen to. He was especially feeling today, but….There’s only one moon on the ceiling. A frown etches itself across my face because why is that? I drew those moons myself. The whole landscape. I wanted it to be that whenever we looked at the ceiling, we would see us.I drew me and him sitting in the background, just two small dots, and I drew the sea spread out before us.The waves as they crashed on the beach, the heavy clouds on the horizon. The deer just a few paces away, feasting on the grass, and to complete it, the two moons in the distance.They were huge, and they had a lot of detail.Lyros turns on the bed a