The Lycan King's Defiant Surrogate
That he could finally let himself show his true feelings, even when those feelings weren’t upset or annoyance.
“Were you trying to escape me, by pushing me under the water?” he says, his voice a more playful growl, upbeat. “You should know better. You cannot escape me or my desires.” His gaze trails down along the length of my wet body. Gripping my knees, he pushes them apart, then places himself into the new space between them. “The King always gets what he wants.”
Today, I’m so hot for this man that I don’t even feel like pretending to be disinterested. “Then take what you want, my King,” I say, egging him on. “Show me what it means for the King to be unchained.”