The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

“To the Council.” My heart dropped. “What did she say?” He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack.

The blade dug deeper into my skin, and I felt warm blood trickle down my neck. A low growl rumbled from Ronan’s chest, and the rogues glanced at each other with unease. “Now kneel,” the rogue leader ordered, but my husband didn't move, and he cautiously started to approach. “I said kneel, or I'll kill her!” he growled. Ronan would never kneel, he is the lycan king, and kings don't bow to anyone. It's either he'd let them kill me or tear them all apart, but he did something I didn't expect.

Lycan senses were sharper than human senses, so he could probably smell me from down there, could hear my heartbeat, and could feel the weight of my gaze on his skin. He did not move, and he did not speak. He just stood there, staring up at me, and I stood there, staring down at him, and the snow fell between us like a curtain of white. The flakes landed on his shoulders and in his hair, and he did not brush them away, nor did he blink. The guards were gone now. The courtyard was empty except for the king and the blood on the stones and the ghost of violence still hanging in the air like smoke after a fire.

I don't want them to notice that I have a hard-on. ‘Let them see how hard you were for me, Amoux. Once we finish this, I will suck your dick and give you a boob job. Did you like that?’ ‘Shit! Leah, could you help me to release this? I can't believe this. I'm the Lycan King, and I feel tortured. I swear that once I got you, I will break your hole.’ ‘Yeah, do that to me, Amoux. Make sure that your knees are fine. You're getting older. That's why your knees were too weak.’

For my sake, I hoped he wouldn't. In front, I could sight a man suitly donned.Tall and muscular. Despite my veil, his charm and dazzle under the lights couldn't be missed. His high nose stood firm and straight atop of his rigid face. His grey eyes are strikingly beautiful. But there was something in them. Just something that eluded my understanding. As I got closer to him, I could feel his strong aura and I needed not to be told he was the Lycan king. Derrick Kings.

“You thought you were smart? I hope now you understand that I can do and undo whatever. I can kill you. I can make you a pet. A slave. A sex toy. Anything! You are in no position to make me give you my word.” Kovan revealed with a voice that was just as dark as the darkness I carried within me. My legs almost gave up when it hit me that I had sex with a man that was closely related to those that killed my parents. Who knows? He might even be the killer. He might have been the one that caused me so much pain twelve years ago. “I couldn't harm you in the human world because I didn't want to create unnecessary trouble but I can harm you and break you here if you misbehave. I’m the Lycan King an

The Lycan King groaned and looked down at me as his desire flashed in front of his eyes. “You are so hot, Your Majesty,” I murmured as my hands encircled him. The Lycan King growled low. “Your fingers will be the death of me,” he murmured while gritting his teeth as if he was stopping himself from pumping into my fingers. I bit my bottom lip as I continued pumping him. The Lycan King growled a brutal yell, and the next thing I knew, he pulled my hands away from his cock. Pouting, I said, “I am not yet done, Your Majesty.”

I remembered when I was still a young human, who was very in love with Jimmy, I remember late nights when my dad would tell me about the Lycan function he went years ago and how divine and orrery the Royal family were. Lycans ruled above werewolves, they are almost alike in nature, only Lycans are stronger are more powerful than werewolves. A Lycan could snap a werewolves neck in a bit, before the werewolf could even move. Lycans were more faster, in every way than werewolves. They could move faster. And they could even hurt a werewolf without phasing. Their Lycan form was more deadly and monstruos. Still, one of the reasons in which I was so against being with the Lycan prince. I did not wa

The instant Leah crossed my mind, a burning void seared through my chest. Her name no longer brought pleasure; it only left behind... relentless pain. This is it, isn't it? I thought to myself. This is how I will spend the rest of my life. Trapped in agony. Lucian noticed me too. He shot me a dark, meaningful glance and continued, "...The Lycan King was a figure of immense strength and unyielding will, a leader who elevated our pack to unprecedented heights of power and prosperity. The kingdom thrived under his rule, but hidden beneath the surface lay dark, unspeakable secrets that now cast a shadow over his legacy..."

“A part of me was tempted to watch.” There was amusement that flickered in those gorgeous grays of his. And maybe delight, too? My mouth almost fell to the floor at his blatant confession. Did he… really just say that? Did he just confess to wanting to see me… naked? And the hardest part about all of this is how goddamn sexy he looked admitting that as well as the fact that a part of me suddenly wondered… if I had known, would I have let him watch? I tuck away those thoughts deep, deep–very deep–inside of me. I will never admit to lusting over the Lycan King. I’m sure somewhere out there is a rule that will have my head on a platter if I do so.