All Chapters of The Lycan King’s Witch: Beneath the Crimson Moon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Anastasia’s POV I inhaled deeply as the dust cleared, and my once decaying plants revitalized, filling the air with a beautiful fragrance of hyacinth and jasmine. Once my home was cleaned, I collided all of the dust and cobwebs and buried it in my backyards garden. Everything was over grown, so I made a mental note to give it a good trim in the morning. Because our homes were made in nature, we didn’t have access to things like electricity or simple running water. We preferred it that way. I moved from room to room, lighting all of the candles and replacing the ones that were burned out. Once I was finished I walked to my bedroom, and was immediately hit with this overwhelming feeling of security. Two years of captivity felt like an eternity to me. I was forever in a constant state of fear. I never knew what day would be my last, and the last thing I expected was that I would get out. I had hoped, of course, but believing it was an entirely different story. The only thing t

Anastasia’s POV I could hear the malice laced in it. He slowly rose from the bed and walked over to the door. He paused as if he wanted to say something else but didn’t. He began to pace the room. His eyes were vacant and I was sure he was speaking to Amos. I was becoming used to him doing that. The more I witnessed him speaking with him, the more curious I became. I wanted to know what he was saying, how he sounded, and how he looked. I had mixed feelings about it all.Why was I so curious about him? Was it because of the mate bond? Or maybe I was actually starting to like him. I don’t know, but I was finding it harder and harder not to lately. This man was beautiful, not only that, he was patient and he seemed to want me regardless of my witch status. His consistent pacing was beginning to make me worry. His face was strained and his hands kept clinching into fists. I wasn’t stupid. I know me telling him about what happened to me was causing him stress and that was probably

Dom’s POV She handed a tea cup to me and I chugged it before I made my way over to her cute little sofa. It reminded me of an old sitcom. I felt huge compared to it. She sat next to me, seeming not to mind how close she was to me now. Before, she would try to keep distance between us in some way. I on the other hand, was too aware. How she would move slightly just to create any distance. Or how she would avoid my eyes, not wanting to make eye contact. It was maddening. But tonight? Tonight, she didn’t seem to mind me at all.It was almost as if her mind was clearer here. Maybe it was because she didn’t feel trapped. If that’s the case, then I will make her feel free even in my kingdom. Our kingdom. ‘We could mate with her. I don’t think she would reject it.’ Amos chimed in on my thoughts. ‘Shut up, Amos.’ I growled. ‘Oh come on! You know you want to. We’re both clogged here buddy!’ He mused. “What… did you talk with Amos about?” Her question pulled me out of our conversa

Dom’s POV My heart was pounding so hard it was smacking against my ear drums. I never expected for her to kiss me like this. It took a second for me to process what was happening, but the shock wore off and was quickly replaced with my raw need for her. I pulled her into my lap and plunged my tongue into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips and my nostrils filled with her desire. Amos whimpered, insisting that I let him in too, but I ignored him. He didn’t want to share the first kiss with me, it was only fair I keep the second one to myself. Her gentle fingers tugging on my hair was driving me crazy. I wanted to pin her down on this sofa and taste her. The images were driving me mad. I wanted to slide my tongue between her folds and gently suckle her clit. I wanted to dip my tongue inside of her pussy and swallow her juices. I groaned softly at the restriction of my pants. My dick was extremely hard and it seemed to drive her wild. She moaned and gasped as her tongue dan

Anastasia's POV This was the first time I've experienced this. And I felt a mixture of emotions. I was nervous and embarrassed at first. I hadn't ever allowed anyone to see me in the way that he just did. And I was worried that he would get disgusted by me. I was worried that the second he seen me, he would become cruel in some way, but he didn't. He saw all of me, my scars, the very thing that made me a woman, and he didn't care. He climbed onto the bed and my eyes immediately locked onto his lips. Those lips were just between my legs, giving me a pleasure no one ever has. I was forced to do favors when I was enslaved but thankfully, the never touched me. My scars were too much for them. Disgusting. I was just grateful that it didn't have to go any further. He climbed on top of me and pressed his lips against mine. The taste of myself sent need through me again. I could feel how hard he was as he pressed into me. Although I have experience in giving oral, I had neve