Alle Kapitel von The Suppressed Lycan Queen : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

June's Perspective "Yeah, I'm sure he's big everywhere," Leila smirks, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows. "What else did he do?"I look at Leila, my cheeks warming a little, and step out of the tall boots. "He pinned my hips down so I couldn't squirm, and then he literally blew my mind with his tongue and fingers."Leila hums in deep, approving appreciation, turning back to the racks. She grabs the next outfit, handing me a sleek, black leather mid-calf skirt and a fun, flowy champagne scoop-neck blouse with three-quarter sleeves.I reach back to unzip the sapphire dress, letting it pool at my feet before reaching for the leather skirt."The thing is," I continue, my voice dropping as a wave of confusion finally catches up to me through the post-orgasm haze. "It sounded like he finished. He moaned and everything, but... he kept his boxers on the entire time."Leila pauses her sorting, looking at me with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Fenris's PerspectiveBringing the group quickly back to the matter at hand, Silas asks the question that’s been lingering in the air. "Where would we even send her? She’s too powerful and knows too much about pack security to be made into a rogue. We can't just cut her loose into the human world."I stand up and walk over to the far wall, where a massive, framed topographical map of the global werewolf pack territories hangs. I stare pensively at the northern reaches of the map, my finger tracing the desolate, frozen landscape of Russia."There is the Frost Crest Pack," I say, my voice low and absolute. "They’re located deep in Siberia. They specialize in handling cases exactly like this...they run a sort of gulag, a brutal re-education and corporal punishment outfit. The current Alpha is no pushover, and the future Alphas aren't, either.""Alphas? As in... multiple?" Garrick questions, his brow furrowing in confusion."Yes. The V

June’s PerspectiveAll of Fenris feels absolutely amazing. I can feel my nipples harden and a growing wettness between my legs as I grind against Fenris, my legs on either side of his.I extend my arm backward, placing my palm flat against the cool mahogany to gently push us away from the edge of his desk. Keeping my eyes locked on his darkened, deep blue gaze, I trail a single finger down the thick cord of his neck, tracing the hard, muscular plane of his pecks. I pull away slowly, my fingernail grazing the very top of his rigid abs as I stand up in front of him.As I rise, I deliberately stay bent over for just a fraction of a second longer than necessary, giving him a perfect, unobstructed glimpse of my heavy breasts cradled in the wicked black lace Leila picked out.I see his brilliant blue eyes blow completely wide, the pupils swallowing the color, as he lets out a heavy, audible gulp.I smirk, feeling a heady rush of pure, intoxicating

Fenris's PerspectiveExasperated and backed into a corner, I run both hands through my hair. I realize there is only one way to prove this to her. I have to show her the lock to prove exactly how much I want her, and what is physically stopping me.I sigh heavily. "Do you promise you won't freak out?"June looks at me incredulously, then gives a cautious shrug.I take that as a yes. I stand up from the sofa. Holding her gaze, I reach for the waistband of my gym shorts and pull them, along with my boxers, down just enough, exposing my cock and balls locked into the Legacy Lock.At first, June just looks deeply confused. Then, her curiosity completely overriding her modesty, she stands up from the armchair. I can see her analytical, pre-med brain spinning at a million miles an hour, trying to understand the mechanics and purpose of what she's looking at.Under her intense, studying gaze, I can feel myself hardening even further, painfully figh

Fenris's Perspective I lead June into the massive fraternity dining room. It's quiet, we are the first ones down here, but the air is already thick with the mouth-watering scent of whatever our private chef has whipped up for lunch. I guide her toward the head table where I normally sit. Pulling the heavy wooden chair out for her, I wait until she sits before gently pushing it back in, arguably the most gentlemanly I've ever been in my entire life. I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. "Stay right here," I tell her. "I'll go grab us two plates." June looks up at me, giving me a playfully defiant glare. "I have two hands, you know. I can get my own food, Fenris." I smirk, my wolf preening at her independence. "I know you can. But let me get it for you." At that exact moment, Silas and Garrick stroll into the dining room, balancing heaping, mountain-sized plates of food. "See?" I gesture to my Beta and Delta. "Silas and Garrick will keep you company." I sho