Semua Bab The Lycan King’s Witch: Beneath the Crimson Moon: Bab 41 - Bab 47

Anastasia's POV I could feel the veins of his dick filling up and that was my cue. He was almost there. I glided him back into my throat very slowly and I immediately looked up at him. He moaned loudly and bit down on his lip. Oh, goddess! I could feel my own orgasm pulling to the surface. Who would have know he would look so sexy to me like this? I needed him to cum for me. I needed to feel his seed slide down my throat. I needed it more than I ever needed anything. I started to moved back and forth on him more frantically and his hips matched my rhythm. I could feel him moving deep inside of my throat. I was so aroused that my throat relaxed completely. His grunts filled the air and it was so damn sexy how he didn't break eye contact with me. His breathing became laborious and his mouth formed in an O. That look alone was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned loudly around him as my own orgasm raked through my core, causing my eyes to flutter. I didn't even know

Anastasia’s POV “Merry meet, Anastasia.” High priestess Sage greeted, both of us gripping each others forearm. “Merry meet high priestess.” “Merry meet, Dominiko.” She turned to Dominiko and did the same. I suppressed a smile. It was obvious this was all new for him. He wasn’t used to having to greet anyone. It was usually the other way around. “Dominiko,” the High Priestess began. “As you know, we’ve talked a little last night about taking steps towards peace.” Dominiko dipped his head in acknowledgment. “Have you figured out what those steps might be for you?” He asked. His entire demeanor shifted. He was every bit a king next to me. “I think a trial run is needed here. If you could prove to us that peace is exactly what you’re after, then I will reach out to the high council.” I looked between the two of them. It was clear to me that Dominiko was not happy with her word choice and I was pretty sure that high priestess was aware of it as well. “And what

Dom’s POV He bared his teeth, and immediately got to work. He knocked a few back and tossed others. He was taunting them. In the distance, I could see the witches stepping through the barrier. ‘Keep them busy, their coming.’ I announced. He continued to swat and throw them away, waiting for the witches to join the fight. One of the wolves snagged his leg and he howled in pain. Adrenaline quickly muted the pain and he lifted the wolf and ripped him to shreds. ‘Are they coming or what?’ Amos growled. I looked towards the barrier and couldn’t believe my eyes. They were just standing there, watching. Amos continued to fight. His ability to hold back from killing them all slipping. ‘I knew it! They aren’t coming!’ Amos roared and let his rage take the lead. He tore through the wolves like they were made of cheese and whimpered in pain as another wolf ripped through his thigh. He moved with speed and precision as he made his way around further blows. Primal rage erupted like

Anastasia’s POV I quickly pulled him in, hoping no one else could see him. He was covered in blood from head to toe, dressed in nothing but our covens traditional robe. His orange eyes displayed pure hostility, but immediately softened when they met mine. Closing the door behind us, I had him sit on one of the stools. There was no way in hell he was sitting on my couch. Aron was glaring at him, but Dominiko payed him no mind. “What happened? Are you hurt?” I asked, looking him over. The skin on his leg was ripped and poorly mending itself back together. I knelt down in front of him and immediately got to work. “What are you doing?” He tried to move his leg away but I steadied it. “Healing you.” I stated. I quietly chanted an ancient healing spell as I accessed my magic. Glowing green threads began to cut through his flesh, he hissed at the pain but remained still. Shortly after they began to stitch him back together. “And where are your cloths.” I asked as I looked u