Crimson Moon Bound To The Lycan King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Theron The food before me sits untouched while I wait. Waiting has never been my thing, I have people who wait for me, not the other way around, but here I am, sitting on my own table, waiting for a slave. Calling her a slave feels wrong and every time I do it, the word grates in my mouth. She shouldn’t be here for breakfast. She shouldn’t even be anywhere near me, but I invited her because I have questions.My fingers drum the glass of the table while I replay last night in my head. I hated every minute of the way I reacted to her scent. It may have not been enough to soothe my beast completely but it did something and I did not go feral. The plan had been simple — have her please me….. that didn’t work out because instead, I found myself wanting to please her. I don’t care about pleasing slaves. I never have, and I’ve never cared to. Last night though? It was different. There were sounds I wanted to hear from her, sounds I wanted to pull out of her with my hands, my mouth, my d

Theron“What do you mean you don’t remember?” The question leaves me before I can tame my voice. Her answer wasn’t what I expected, not even close.I was certain she would say she attended her shifting ceremony like every young wolf in other packs. Instead, she tells me she doesn’t recall it. That sort of thing isn’t common, and it isn’t easily dismissed. I’ve heard strange things in my life, but this… this pulls at my curiosity in ways I didn’t expect.“I’m not lying, I was sure I had attended one, but when you asked, I realized I have no memory of it.” she mutters before staring off as if her mind has drifted somewhere far away. There she goes again—slipping into her thoughts the moment I ask a question or tell her to do something. It’s like her mind wanders off the second I press too close, as if she’s being pulled somewhere else entirely. I don’t know if it’s an act or genuine confusion, but if she’s pretending, then she deserves an award, because it looks real.Shifting ceremo

Zephyra I’m uncomfortable with the way they keep sniffing me, but I can’t do anything about it. I feel their breaths brush over my skin as they sniff, and the discomfort crawls all the way down my spine but I keep still anyway. I don’t know enough about this kingdom, and the little I have learned has been terrifying. Reacting wrongly would be the quickest way to die, so I keep my thoughts to myself.“I still can’t believe the king actually wants her. No king has ever shown interest in something this….odd,” the blonde one mutters.“Do you think the king is slowly losing himself?” the brown-haired twin asks. Then she gasps, covers her mouth, and turns to Nysha with wide eyes, like she has realized something forbidden. “He’s going mad, isn’t he?”“Enough.” Nysha snaps and the twins flinch, straightening their dresses with stiff, identical motions, like puppets trying to look composed.“Teach her the basic things she needs to learn and teach her well,” Nysha warns. “If she screws things

Theron The sound she’s been fighting so hard to keep inside finally slips from her lips, just like I wanted it to. I don’t rush and I don’t place my tongue where she needs it most yet. Instead, I take my time exploring her, learning her reactions and giving her space to understand what is happening to her body. She has barely any experience, and the little she does have, clearly wasn’t kind to her. I can tell from the way she tenses and the way she flinches like she’s bracing for something terrible. So tonight, I make it my purpose to show her that pleasure isn’t something to hide from, but it’s something to accept and crave. I press a kiss to the soft skin between her thighs, and she struggles to keep another sound in. She can try to suppress it now, but before the night ends, I’ll draw every dirty sound from her. She’ll stop holding back and she’ll gasp my name without realizing she’s doing it. I kiss her skin everywhere but where she wants me most, deliberately avoidi

Zephyra The king slowly pulls out of me, and I wince at the sting that follows. The soreness between my legs is familiar and it is something I've felt before, but tonight it isn’t as unbearable as I remember. It still aches, still reminds me of what just happened, but it doesn’t feel like punishment. He steps away from the bed and moves toward where he left his coat. I find myself staring at his naked back, even as a voice in my head screams that I shouldn’t. I look anyway. I don’t know why, maybe because I’m still trying to understand what just happened between us.There’s a mark running along his back. It’s dark and jagged, shaped almost like lightning burned into his skin. I’ve never really noticed it before.Then again, I’ve never lain here and watched him naked like this. Tonight is the first time I allow myself to really see him. As he pulls on his trousers, his muscles flex beneath his skin, revealing his dominance, and an unwanted heat coils low in my body.I turn my face a