The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation

---- "That thing can't possibly grow anymore," she moaned softly. "I don't have infinite elasticity!" "Baby, I thought you liked surprises... the way you were sucking me while I was asleep." Khalum''s teasing words made her flush from head to toe. That little perverted wolf! "Does it hurt a lot?" Drakkar's husky voice came from behind, saving her from answering that shameless line. "It's just an annoying pressure...noveldrama

does it hurt you?" Lyra asked on reflex, though she immediately realized how silly it sounded, but still... "It hurts a lot, Ly... mmn... we'll have to do it a few more times so I can get used to it..." His shameless answer froze Lyra for a second. He'd even given her a cute nickname, melting her from the inside out. Since when had her sweet mate learned to be such a cocky flirt? ---- "How many...

how many more times until it doesn't hurt?" Drakkar couldn't see her tomato-red face, so he took full advantage of his double standard. Aztoria was murmuring that she was already ready for a second round, ready to ride that stud like a cowgirl at a rodeo. "For today... I think I'll need, like... three more times." "Three?!" she squeaked, startled. "Babe, did I tell you my little thing wears out if you use it too much?" "Don't lie," he whispered magnetically in her ear.

His powerful hands closed over her breasts, giving her a delicious massage. Down below, the knot was slowly going down, but the shaft stayed rock hard. "I don't believe a single word you said anymore... your uncle, after we fought and I beat him, cleared up a few things for me." Drakkar licked the shell of her sensitive ear, his urge to take her again heating his blood. ---- "My uncle! Which of the two sold me out? Talk!...

Drakkar!" Lyra was once again held like a delicate porcelain doll, her waist gripped tightly as she fell forward, on all fours over the polished wood. A muffled moan slipped from her lips. All that seduction had started to stir her hunger. "You told me I could never be a snitch," Drakkar whispered, erotically caressing her spine until his hand rested on her marked nape. He could feel his mate's lust waking up, no matter how much she denied it. "But that rule doesn't apply to me!

Aaahh fuck!" the curse slipped from glamorous Lyra's mouth. Her complaints turned into shameless moans, muffled by the night. "Baby, let's make a pup, just as beautiful as you." "With all the stuff you're pumping into me, I'll end up with a whole damn litter! ---- Khalum's soul glowed with happiness. Not even in all the clouds of immortality had he ever felt so alive and fulfilled.

eee While Drakkar enjoyed his consummation, having passed the Thorne house's trial by fire, Nyx and Aidan had something important to do. They were traveling at full speed through the snowy mountains, headed for the ruined ice castle. In their hands, they carried with great care a beautiful coffin.