All Chapters of The Lycan King's Fearless Little Warrior: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Quinn's POV I didn't give her time to overthink. I crashed my lips back onto hers, but this time the kiss wasn't just hungry—it was worshipful. I wanted to devour her. I slid my hand lower, my fingers finding the tight, wet folds of her pussy. She let out a high-pitched moan, her head snapping back against the rock. "Oh goddess, Quinn..." "You're so wet for me, Elsie," I groaned, sliding one finger deep inside her. She was incredibly tight, the walls of her vagina clamping down on my finger with a sucking grip. I felt her tremble, her thighs shaking as I began to pump my finger in and out, mimicking the motion of my cock. I used my thumb to circle her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with a steady, punishing pressure that had her arching her back, her breasts pressing firmly into my chest. I wanted her on solid ground. I wanted to see every inch of her as I claimed her. I lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her to the mossy bank of the stream.

Elsie's POV Standing a few yards away, frozen in a state of amusing horror, was Commander Hunter. He was fully dressed to start the day, his eyes wide as he stared at the sight of his King buried deep inside a naked, trembling female on a bed of soft moss.The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the heavy sound of Quinn’s post-orgasmic breathing and the slow, rhythmic drip of water from the nearby stream.Actually, Commander Hunter couldn't really see my feminine bits because of how massive Quinn was, but that didn't stop me from wishing I could sink into the earth and vanish.Commander Hunter then slowly lifted the cloak he was carrying, using it to cover his face. I could faintly hear him snickering behind the wool. Damn it.Quinn still didn't move an inch, no matter how many frantic looks I shot him for us to hurry up and get decent. Instead, he simply leaned down and bit my shoulder softly. His lips traveled up to mine, kissing me hard and pulling away with a loud

Elsie's POV The warriors gathered around the high platform, watching intently as Commander Hunter called up person after person for the challenge. The exercise looked simple enough, but executing it required precise timing, running full speed, leaping into the air, and completing a full shift to land on four paws atop the raised platform before landing.Some of the warriors failed comically. One male shifted too early, landing flat on his snout in the dirt before even reaching the wood, while another shifted too late, his human knee slamming hard against the edge of the platform with a loud, painful crack that made everyone wince.A few managed to pass just by the skin of their teeth. Carter took his turn, throwing himself forward with a desperate leap. He barely finished his transformation in mid-air, his rear paws awkwardly scraping the top edge of the wood before he tumbled down into a rough, ungraceful roll on the other side.Gerald, on the other hand, made it look effortless. He

Elsie's POV The King didn't look in my direction as he entered the room, likely keeping up the firm, unyielding persona he seemed to be working with in front of his commanders. Commander Hunter, on the other hand, was seated at his spot around the table clearing his throat every four seconds like he had a bone stuck in his neck.Commander Jasper shot him a flat look. "Is something wrong, Hunter?"Commander Hunter blinked fast. "Huh? No. Nothing is wrong at all."He glanced away quickly, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from flushing. I knew exactly why he was acting so jumpy after what he stumbled into at the stream this morning.Quinn took his seat at the head of the long table. He laced his fingers together over the dark oak surface and said calmly, "Let's begin."Dane stood up, opening a leather ledger. He began reading aloud what sounded like a detailed review of the things discussed during their last meeting, but I was barely paying attention.Instead, my eyes were glue

Elsie's POV A silver, glinting knife was brought into the room and placed carefully on the table right in front of the King, who had taken his seat once again.Dane stepped forward, addressing the commanders. "We will all stand in a single file line. When it is your turn, you will take the knife, make a clean cut across your palm, and press it against the King's."The commanders immediately began getting into a queue, with Commander Hunter swiftly taking his place at the very front.Dane noticed me still sitting in my chair and added, "With the exception of Elsie, of course."He then walked over and joined the back of the line himself.I watched as Commander Hunter stepped up first, sliced his palm without flinching, and slammed his hand against Quinn's opened palm. Blood mixed between them, linking their minds. Because werewolf wounds healed at a ridiculously fast rate, the King had to slash his own palm after every two presses just to keep the cut open.I winced every time the shar