Todos los capítulos de TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

LyraI recognized the look in his eyes. It was the same dark possessiveness that had crossed his eyes on the night he had fucked me with the banana. The air in the room shifted and my breath hitched as his fingers grazed my shoulders.My heart hammered against my ribs. I could feel the heat gathering between my legs, the fabric of my panties growing uncomfortably damp.“Raguel…” I started, but his hand tightened on my shoulder.Before I could complete the sentence, he spun me around and bent me over the cool mahogany of the bedside desk.“Raguel,” I gasped as he tilted my torso downward.“Quiet, Lyra,” he rumbled.My nipples pebbled against the fabric of my dress. Somehow, he noticed and his hand came around to cup my breast, kneading it roughly through fabric.“Such responsive nipples,” he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Did they ever get this hard for Aaron, or just for me?”I couldn’t answer. I was too stimulated to even think of a response. Leaving my boobs, his hand

LyraMy forehead rested against the desk, the intense climax leaving me exhausted and satisfied.But as the seconds passed, the exhaustion inside me faded into a desperate need for more. I wanted his dick inside me and not just sliding against my pussy. I wanted the feeling of his cock driving into my core until every part of my body ached.When Raguel pulled away, his chest kept rising and falling like someone who had just completed an Olympics marathon. The muscles in his jaw ticked and he clenched his hands into tight fists, like he wanted to stop himself from reaching for me.A whimper escaped my lips at the sudden loss of his touch. Turning my head, I watched as he pulled on his trousers and buckled his belt.“Lyra,” he began, his voice husky. He ran a hand through his hair, refusing to meet my eyes. “I came to tell you about what happens next. The summit is moving into its final phase, and the council—”I pushed myself up on one elbow, my hair spilling across my face. “The only

LyraThe silence in the room was deafening.I sat frozen on my seat beside Raguel and the first thing I felt wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even embarrassment.It was jealousy.Because they looked…perfect.A wave of nausea crashed into me, followed by another spike of jealousy. Charlotte was beautiful in a way that gained attention without asking for it. Everything about her looked flawless.The confidence, the elegance, the familiarity with Raguel.She looked like she belonged there, with him.The King and his Queen.Beside them, I felt like a pathetic imposter.The whispers around the room confirmed what I already suspected.‘Charlotte.’‘She’s finally here.’‘Oh dear.’‘She’s staking her claim already.’Raguel didn’t lean into her touch. Instead, he went rigid, pushing her off his lap with a rough shove. Charlotte landed on her feet, smoothing the silk of her dress without losing her composure.Raguel’s expression hardened. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Charlotte?”Charlotte

LyraBy the fifth shower, even the freezing water failed to quench the heat raging within. It only made me more hypersensitive, turning every drop of icy cold water into an agonizing tease against my flesh.I stepped back into the silver-bathed bedroom, my silk nightgown clinging to my damp body like a second skin. My core pulsed as a furnace, echoing the howls and moans from outside.I stopped dead, breath catching as my gaze landed on him.Raguel stood by the mattress, jacket discarded and shirt open, exposing the heavy rise and fall of his muscular torso. He raised his head as I entered. His dark eyes and clenched fists mirrored the unhinged torture consuming me.His piercing gaze undressed me. “Are you okay, Lyra?”I crossed my arms over my chest, the nightgown brushing my sensitive nipples. “I’m fine,” I lied, my voice cracking. “I’m perfectly fine.”Raguel let out a dark chuckle that sounded like a growl. He closed the distance between us, stopping close enough that I could feel

LyraRaguel pulled back slightly and let out a deep breath, his hands dropping from my cheeks to rest on the bed between us.“I understand if you do not believe me, Lyra,” he whispered lowly. He wouldn’t look at me, his gaze fixed somewhere on the rumpled sheets. “It is easier to believe the other side. It is simpler to believe I am just the heartless monster the world paints me to be.”“I believe you,” I interrupted.The words left my lips before my brain could even attempt to stop them.Raguel froze and I watched as shock overtook his features. His amber eyes snapped back to mine. He stared at me as if I had just spoken an foreign language.To be honest, I was just as surprised at myself too. The logical part of my mind should have been screaming for evidence. I should have been packing my bags, hunting for Omar’s business card, and running toward the nearest exit.A small smile suddenly touched Raguel’s lips, the kind that I had come to realise meant he was about to tease me. “Is t