The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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A SPY IN THE CLOSET LAVINIA I walked out of my room feeling a little uncomfortable.

The dress I had on hugged my curves tightly, and underneath, I wore a garter set with lace wrapped around my thighs.

My most intimate parts barely covered by a piece that was way too daring, sliding between my lips with every step I took.

My clit was constantly being stimulated by the friction, and I could feel myself starting to get wet.

Who the hell told me to put on something this perverted? Memories of what happened that afternoon flooded my mind, and more juice dripped from my pussy.

I didnt even like it...

Damn it! I was left with a half-finished orgasm...

its just biology...

Wait here, the maid instructed, and I stood in the hallway with the other candidates.

They glanced at me sideways, but no one would dare mess with me anymore, at least not openly; still, I was sure this wasnt over.

We were sent into the dining room, and I was surprised not to see the beta, but as I casually looked back, I saw her speaking with one ---- of the maids.

When she realized I had caught her, they quickly separated.

It looked like a normal interaction, but I needed to be careful.

Following directions, I was seated in one of the chairs close to the head of the table.

Ishivered as the lace pressed deeper into my pussy.

Ablack veil fell from above, creating a shield around the host.

Why so much mystery about the Wolf King? The murmurs died down as the lights dimmed to a warm ambiance, and footsteps echoed.

I tensed up, subtly watching the shadow of the man sitting behind the veil.

My pupils tried to catch any detail, but the food was served, and I couldnt openly spy.

However, as the wine glasses were set beside me, I reached out to.

grab one, and a mans hand extended from inside.

I froze as the chill of his fingers wrapped around mine on the golden cup.

Those fingers belonged to a young man, masculine, his skin pale with some scars across the back of his hand.

---- I wanted to see those scars more closely, my heart pounding, but the king took the glass and vanished behind the veil again.

If he had magic, why hadnt he healed them? Then I remembered someone else who hated getting rid of his scars ..

Laziel.

No way.

I was losing it.

What if Laziel was the King? Thats ridiculous.

Hes not even a wolf, and besides, hed never do anything so intimate with me...

He was cold, hated being touched, especially by me, a woman ten years older than him...

Always out of reach, always acting superior.

So many times I wanted to talk to him about magic, but I admit I was scared hed reject me.

The little prince of frost.

So beautiful and so indifferent.

Miss, your dessert, the maids voice pulled me back.

Thanks...

Your Majesty, Id love to entertain you with my music, if thats alright, the blonde beta suddenly stood and spoke to the monarch with timid charm, There was movement behind the veil.