Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

LyraFor a second, I forgot how to breathe.Aaron looked thinner than the last time I’d seen him. The expensive suits had been replaced by a wrinkled shirt and dark circles underneath his eyes, but I’d have recognized him anywhere.The guards stood between us, watching him carefully like they were waiting for the order to strike.“Lyra!” Aaron choked out.Before I could react, he shoved past the guards.“Stop him!” someone shouted.He reached me anyway.He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, hugging me desperately like I might disappear if he loosened his grip.The force of the embrace made me stumble backward.He was trembling violently, his cologne mixing with the scent of sweat and fear.“Oh, thank God.”“Let me go, Aaron,” I gasped, my hands coming up to push against his chest.He pulled back, his hands instantly dropping to my shoulders, then my arms, frantically checking my body through the bars. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and frantic as he scanned my face.“Are you hurt?”

LyraI stared up at Raguel, my lips parted as his words echoed through the quiet space.I have always wanted you.“Five years ago,” Raguel murmured, his voice dropping. “You attended the Bakers’ charity gala at the Metropolitan Hotel in Denver. You wore a backless midnight-blue gown. It had a slit up to your thigh on the left side, and your hair was swept up in this complicated style that left your neck completely bare.”My breath caught. I remembered the exact evening Raguel was describing. It was a corporate charity event Aaron had forced me to attend to play the part of the supportive, quiet wife and I remembered that dress.“You were with Aaron, obviously.” Raguel’s voice was low, intimate. “He was holding your hand like you were something precious he was afraid of losing. But you kept pulling away, just slightly, every time someone approached. Like you wanted your space but didn’t want to make a scene.”I swallowed hard. Nobody had ever noticed that about me before. Not even Aaro

LyraMy hands dropped slowly to my sides as I caught sight of Raguel, standing a few feet away. He glared at the space—or lack of—between Miguel and I. He looked ready to start a war.I stood rooted to the ground, shocked by the hostility radiating off him.Beside me, Miguel didn’t even flinch. His expression remained as jovial as it had been seconds ago, his warm hazel eyes crinkling at the corners as he lowered his hands. He tilted his head, leaning slightly on his right side, and offered his brother a soft smile.“Good morning, brother,” Miguel greeted. “You’re back earlier than the guards anticipated.”Raguel's jaw tightened.“Step away from her, Miguel,” he growled. He crossed the lawn, stopping right in front of me. “Now.”Miguel didn’t move away. Instead, he turned his gaze back to me, his lips widening with an infectious grin. “I was just introducing myself to my new sister-in-law, Raguel. You know, give her a proper welcome to the estate.”“She is not your sister-in-law,” Rag

Lyra“You have to beg for it, love. Beg me…” I couldn’t see his expression but I was willing to bet that he had a smirk on.“Please,” I breathed out. “Please, Sir.”“Please what?” His tone was amused.“Please fuck me… with your mouth, your fingers, your cock. Everything!”He chuckled softly. “Since you asked so nicely.”Two fingers slid inside me, and I moaned at the sudden intrusion. He curled them just right, pressing against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb circled my clit. I rocked against his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside me.Just as I felt the orgasm beginning to crest, he pulled away again. I cried out in frustration, my body trembling.“Not yet,” he said firmly. “You haven’t earned it.”I heard the click of a vibrator turning on. The buzzing sound filled the room, making my pussy clench in anticipation. He ran it along my inner thighs, teasing, never quite touching my pussy.“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Sir, I need it.”“Need what?” His voice was madd

LyraMy heart pounded violently against my ribs, a suffocating panic rising before I could even think to scream for help.“Aaron,” I breathed, my voice quivering. I backed up until my shoulder blades hit the frame of the restroom door. “How did you get in here?”“I have my ways,” Aaron shrugged, taking a step toward me. He looked unhinged. The coat he wore was wrinkled and his bloodshot eyes darted erratically down the corridor before locking back onto my face. “I’ve been following you all day. I had to wait for the perfect window.”“You need to leave,” I stammered. “If Raguel finds you here, Aaron, he will kill you. He won’t hesitate this time.”“I’m not leaving without my wife,” he hissed, lunging forward to grab my wrists.I jerked my hands back as a fierce wave of anger broke through my panic. “I am not your wife! We are divorced, Aaron. You know this. So go back home before you get yourself killed!”“No, you don’t understand!” Aaron reached out again, his hands shaking in mid-air