The Lycan King And His Dark Temptation Novels & Stories

And it was coming fast to hunt us. I did tell you that the devil was everywhere, that he could be anyone at anytime. That night, the devil was the Lycan King and Luca, who was originally known as Lust. While Sin and I explored each other's bodies, these two men met up in the dark of the night to plot what could only be best described as the most wicked plan ever to be plotted.

It’s like when he has loyalty to offer, she, on the other hand, has nothing but disloyalty and betrayal on her skin. “You’re too old to know what’s right from wrong, Alora. I hope you put that in your mind sometimes.” But Alora wasn’t listening anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the wrestle between the Lycan king and the alpha. Which, fortunately, was leaning in towards the alpha’s victory. TheLycan king was on the ground now, Brayden holding him down. “Surrender your defeat, Lycan king!” – Brayden ordered with his claw raised up

They have been growing more and more over the years, recruiting new members. I have been meaning to call a meeting of the council of Lycan kings, which I was their leader. The council is made up twelve Lycan kings, representing the twelve wolf kingdoms. But with my protection pearl going missing and bringing of Vee into my pack, I have been pretty much occupied. Now Vico is sending his men into my lands, I had to nip this shit in the bud soon or I might have another war with half breeds on my hand. “Maybe they know she is a half breed,” that had to be why they wanted her.

“She looks like the kind that traps others’ males like that.” Lyra reached for the other maid’s hand and tried to get her off, but the other just pulled tighter. “Do you think you are better than us?” her attacker asked, shoving her to the floor. Her eyes burned with hate as she watched Lyra. The Lycan King had never entered their dormitory before, but he had come for her? She was so much more attractive than Lyra, and yet the king never spared her a second glance even when she tried to seduce him.

After all, they had agreed amongst themselves to swipe the Queen’s wrongs under the carpet because of a taste of the forbidden library and whatever nonsense she promised them. And then there was the Lycan King. He sat with his sons — all three of them, hulking shadows with gleaming eyes and expressions carved from stone. His gaze bored into me, heavy, unreadable, but unmistakably edged with threat. His sons were no gentler. If stares could snap bones, I’d be a heap of splinters in my chair. Quite strange, if you ask me, considering they claimed to want me. I swallowed tightly and tilted my head, offering the barest smile. Didn’t they like me anymore? Or had I gone too far?

Her thighs were slick. She slid her fingers down, touched herself for the first time ever—just a tease, just enough to feel the slick heat. Her pussy pulsed around nothing. She moaned. Then A growl. She spun. And there he stood. The Lycan King. Huge. Half-naked. Golden skin carved from war. His cock was already hard—veins thick, heavy, leaking at the tip. “You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped, voice soaked in danger. “But fuck, I’m glad you are.”

All I wanted was to make sure that I was satisfied. As he walked towards me, I tried to recall his appearance and made a scenario of him, ramming his cock in and out of me with extreme savagery as I masturbated. The footsteps arrived before me, and before I knew it, I felt a strong pair of hands grab me, lifting me off the tiles. I looked up, and my blurry vision made out the face of the Lycan king. He took off his royal attire and wrapped it around my bare body, covering me from the peering eyes of everyone in the ball.

“You’re too unpredictable and filled with bloodlust. The elders want stability. A queen gives you leverage, legitimacy. Without one, they’ll keep pushing back.” I lean back, the cold stone digging into my spine. Fuck, I hate this place. “Let them push. I’ll keep burying them.” Lucas doesn’t budge. “You’re the last pure-blooded Lycan, Asher. Half-vampire or not, your bloodline is sacred. They need you… but only just enough not to try replacing you.” I know. That’s the only reason they haven’t slit my throat yet. I laugh, low and humorless. “They couldn’t replace me if the goddess stitched one from silver and moonlight. Let them try. I’ll gut their abomination before it grows a spine.”

The other stared directly at me. “You should be ashamed.” I stepped into the hallway. “Of what?” “You know exactly what you are doing.” “I do?” “You came here carrying another man’s child.” Her friend whispered, “And now she wants the Lycan King too.” My chest tightened. I looked at them. “You can say whatever you want about me.” One woman smiled. “But you cannot deny it.” “Deny what?” “That you have bewitched the King.” I laughed once. “You think I need magic to make a man kiss me?”

I looked down at myself and wanted to punch the wall. Everyone in the werewolf world thinks I hate women. They say the Lycan King can't stand to be touched, that he sends brides home in tears, that he has never had a lover because he thinks no woman is good enough. I have let them think it for years. A cold king is feared, and a feared king is left alone. The truth is a lot less impressive.